SONNET
SONNET
Christ God, Who died for us, now turn Thy face!Behold not what men do, lest once againThou should’st be crucified, and die of pain.Look not, O Lord, but only of Thy graceDo Thou let fall on this accursed place,Where the poor starve and labour in disdainOf blinded Greed and all its vulgar train,A single thread of heaven that we may traceSome way to Right! And since “great men” stand by,Heedless of women and men that hunger, Lord,Give Thou to common men the vision splendid.Take (and if need be break) them, like a sword;Take them, and break them till their lives be ended;Here are a thousand christs ready to die!
Christ God, Who died for us, now turn Thy face!Behold not what men do, lest once againThou should’st be crucified, and die of pain.Look not, O Lord, but only of Thy graceDo Thou let fall on this accursed place,Where the poor starve and labour in disdainOf blinded Greed and all its vulgar train,A single thread of heaven that we may traceSome way to Right! And since “great men” stand by,Heedless of women and men that hunger, Lord,Give Thou to common men the vision splendid.Take (and if need be break) them, like a sword;Take them, and break them till their lives be ended;Here are a thousand christs ready to die!
Christ God, Who died for us, now turn Thy face!
Behold not what men do, lest once again
Thou should’st be crucified, and die of pain.
Look not, O Lord, but only of Thy grace
Do Thou let fall on this accursed place,
Where the poor starve and labour in disdain
Of blinded Greed and all its vulgar train,
A single thread of heaven that we may trace
Some way to Right! And since “great men” stand by,
Heedless of women and men that hunger, Lord,
Give Thou to common men the vision splendid.
Take (and if need be break) them, like a sword;
Take them, and break them till their lives be ended;
Here are a thousand christs ready to die!