And Other Poems.
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What are thy crimes! Thy counsel’s plea
Is this: Thou’rt good, and we should prize
Heaven’s gifts; but I do view in thee
A cruel devil in disguise;
Before thee, peace and comfort fly,
Replaced by senseless feud and brawl;
Near thee, truth, love and honour die—
Thou art the vilest fiend of all.
Is this: Thou’rt good, and we should prize
Heaven’s gifts; but I do view in thee
A cruel devil in disguise;
Before thee, peace and comfort fly,
Replaced by senseless feud and brawl;
Near thee, truth, love and honour die—
Thou art the vilest fiend of all.
Oh, God of justice! God of right!
Why is the world so full of woe,
Why are souls withered by this blight?
Is this the working of thy foe—
The rebel sire of sin and crime,
Who makes thy likeness, man, his thrall?
Oh, Father! shield our new-born clime
From this the vilest fiend of all.
Why is the world so full of woe,
Why are souls withered by this blight?
Is this the working of thy foe—
The rebel sire of sin and crime,
Who makes thy likeness, man, his thrall?
Oh, Father! shield our new-born clime
From this the vilest fiend of all.
