EXTREMES.
When our day’s competitive course is run,And its gross triumphs, that crude wealth increase,Are trumpeted from ramparts of fat peace—As fine achievements duly wondered on—What of the unfed squalors ’neath the sun?What of the purient crimes night hours release,And woes that from nor day nor night draw ease,That unquenched greed may gold gold heap upon?The rich man, gazing on his winged wealth,Calls church and state to underwrite his claim;The poor protest that law works bane by stealth;Nor rich nor poor know God but as a name.O, far off Christ, thy text to rear and vanShows forth God’s law is—brotherhood of man.William James Baker.
When our day’s competitive course is run,And its gross triumphs, that crude wealth increase,Are trumpeted from ramparts of fat peace—As fine achievements duly wondered on—What of the unfed squalors ’neath the sun?What of the purient crimes night hours release,And woes that from nor day nor night draw ease,That unquenched greed may gold gold heap upon?The rich man, gazing on his winged wealth,Calls church and state to underwrite his claim;The poor protest that law works bane by stealth;Nor rich nor poor know God but as a name.O, far off Christ, thy text to rear and vanShows forth God’s law is—brotherhood of man.William James Baker.
When our day’s competitive course is run,And its gross triumphs, that crude wealth increase,Are trumpeted from ramparts of fat peace—As fine achievements duly wondered on—What of the unfed squalors ’neath the sun?What of the purient crimes night hours release,And woes that from nor day nor night draw ease,That unquenched greed may gold gold heap upon?
When our day’s competitive course is run,
And its gross triumphs, that crude wealth increase,
Are trumpeted from ramparts of fat peace—
As fine achievements duly wondered on—
What of the unfed squalors ’neath the sun?
What of the purient crimes night hours release,
And woes that from nor day nor night draw ease,
That unquenched greed may gold gold heap upon?
The rich man, gazing on his winged wealth,Calls church and state to underwrite his claim;The poor protest that law works bane by stealth;Nor rich nor poor know God but as a name.O, far off Christ, thy text to rear and vanShows forth God’s law is—brotherhood of man.
The rich man, gazing on his winged wealth,
Calls church and state to underwrite his claim;
The poor protest that law works bane by stealth;
Nor rich nor poor know God but as a name.
O, far off Christ, thy text to rear and van
Shows forth God’s law is—brotherhood of man.
William James Baker.
William James Baker.