BLINDED! (continued) Come quick, and set me free, Nay then, Christ's vicar, BLINDED! You that still have your sight, Remember me! I risked my life, I lost my eyes, That you might see. Now in the dark I go, That you have light. Yours, all the joy of day, I have but night. Yours still, the faces dear, The fields, the sky. For me-ah me!-there's nought But this black misery! In this unending night, I can but see What once I saw, and fain Would see again. O, midnight of black pain! BLINDED! (continued) Come quick, and set me free, Nay then, Christ's vicar, SAID THE WOUNDED ONE: Just see that we get full value The price has been a heavy one, But the goods are there—and we've paid. It's not payment in kind we ask for, The Peace of the World's what we're after; No!-we fought with a definite object, OUR SHARE And we ourselves? Are our hands clean? For this world-tragedy? Nay then! Like all the rest, We had relaxed our hold on higher things, Ease, pleasure, greed of gold,— We suffered them, as unaware We had slipped back along the sloping way, Idols of our own fashioning, Heads of sham gold and feet of crumbling clay. If we would build anew, and build to stay, We must find God again, And go His way. |