LOVE ONE ANOTHERBy BEDROS TOURIANUndying Love, Whose beams forever glowOn rose-red Golgotha’s stupendous brow;Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?What guardest Thou?—bones, spectres, chasms deep,—That in the echoes of the mountain-sideThy noble words, “Love one another,” died?Effaced and trampled is the poor man’s tomb;The poor man’s candle flickers out in gloom;And in that darkness starving children weep,While in the palace revels high they keep.The rich man’s carriage dashes gaily past,The beggar’s lonely corpse to earth is cast.The pallid angel of GethsemaneTears doth not heed nor flowers, nor glory’s plea.The poor find rest in his cold arms alone,For in Death’s shroud the high and low are one.Though lightning-winged the winds cry o’er the moor,“Love one another,” here none love the poor.
LOVE ONE ANOTHERBy BEDROS TOURIANUndying Love, Whose beams forever glowOn rose-red Golgotha’s stupendous brow;Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?What guardest Thou?—bones, spectres, chasms deep,—That in the echoes of the mountain-sideThy noble words, “Love one another,” died?Effaced and trampled is the poor man’s tomb;The poor man’s candle flickers out in gloom;And in that darkness starving children weep,While in the palace revels high they keep.The rich man’s carriage dashes gaily past,The beggar’s lonely corpse to earth is cast.The pallid angel of GethsemaneTears doth not heed nor flowers, nor glory’s plea.The poor find rest in his cold arms alone,For in Death’s shroud the high and low are one.Though lightning-winged the winds cry o’er the moor,“Love one another,” here none love the poor.
LOVE ONE ANOTHER
By BEDROS TOURIANUndying Love, Whose beams forever glowOn rose-red Golgotha’s stupendous brow;Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?What guardest Thou?—bones, spectres, chasms deep,—That in the echoes of the mountain-sideThy noble words, “Love one another,” died?Effaced and trampled is the poor man’s tomb;The poor man’s candle flickers out in gloom;And in that darkness starving children weep,While in the palace revels high they keep.The rich man’s carriage dashes gaily past,The beggar’s lonely corpse to earth is cast.The pallid angel of GethsemaneTears doth not heed nor flowers, nor glory’s plea.The poor find rest in his cold arms alone,For in Death’s shroud the high and low are one.Though lightning-winged the winds cry o’er the moor,“Love one another,” here none love the poor.
By BEDROS TOURIAN
Undying Love, Whose beams forever glowOn rose-red Golgotha’s stupendous brow;Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?What guardest Thou?—bones, spectres, chasms deep,—That in the echoes of the mountain-sideThy noble words, “Love one another,” died?Effaced and trampled is the poor man’s tomb;The poor man’s candle flickers out in gloom;And in that darkness starving children weep,While in the palace revels high they keep.The rich man’s carriage dashes gaily past,The beggar’s lonely corpse to earth is cast.The pallid angel of GethsemaneTears doth not heed nor flowers, nor glory’s plea.The poor find rest in his cold arms alone,For in Death’s shroud the high and low are one.Though lightning-winged the winds cry o’er the moor,“Love one another,” here none love the poor.
Undying Love, Whose beams forever glowOn rose-red Golgotha’s stupendous brow;Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?What guardest Thou?—bones, spectres, chasms deep,—That in the echoes of the mountain-sideThy noble words, “Love one another,” died?
Undying Love, Whose beams forever glow
On rose-red Golgotha’s stupendous brow;
Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?
What guardest Thou?—bones, spectres, chasms deep,—
That in the echoes of the mountain-side
Thy noble words, “Love one another,” died?
Effaced and trampled is the poor man’s tomb;The poor man’s candle flickers out in gloom;And in that darkness starving children weep,While in the palace revels high they keep.The rich man’s carriage dashes gaily past,The beggar’s lonely corpse to earth is cast.
Effaced and trampled is the poor man’s tomb;
The poor man’s candle flickers out in gloom;
And in that darkness starving children weep,
While in the palace revels high they keep.
The rich man’s carriage dashes gaily past,
The beggar’s lonely corpse to earth is cast.
The pallid angel of GethsemaneTears doth not heed nor flowers, nor glory’s plea.The poor find rest in his cold arms alone,For in Death’s shroud the high and low are one.Though lightning-winged the winds cry o’er the moor,“Love one another,” here none love the poor.
The pallid angel of Gethsemane
Tears doth not heed nor flowers, nor glory’s plea.
The poor find rest in his cold arms alone,
For in Death’s shroud the high and low are one.
Though lightning-winged the winds cry o’er the moor,
“Love one another,” here none love the poor.