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THE WORLD'S AGE
i.
Who will say the world is dying?
Who will say our prime is past?
Sparks from Heaven, within us lying,
Flash, and will flash till the last.
Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken;
Man a tool to buy and sell;
Earth a failure, God-forsaken,
Anteroom of Hell.
Who will say the world is dying?
Who will say our prime is past?
Sparks from Heaven, within us lying,
Flash, and will flash till the last.
Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken;
Man a tool to buy and sell;
Earth a failure, God-forsaken,
Anteroom of Hell.
ii.
Still the race of Hero-spirits
Pass the lamp from hand to hand;
Age from age the Words inherits—
'Wife, and Child, and Fatherland.'
Still the race of Hero-spirits
Pass the lamp from hand to hand;
Age from age the Words inherits—
'Wife, and Child, and Fatherland.'
