|
|
|
- O that all human hearts might join the strain;
- Then Hate, and Bigotry, and Sin would die;
- Then Peace would reign and wear its olive crown,
- And War with blood-stained feet no longer track
- Earth's fair domain, or wave its crimson flag.
- Then Pride would lay its flaunting mantle by;
- The cry of Hunger cease--the oppressor's rod
- Would scourge no more, but man be linked to man
- In one unbroken chain of brotherhood.
ALBERT LAIGHTON, "The Love of God"
- All human love is a faint type of God's;
- An echoing note from a harmonious whole;
- A feeble spark from an undying flame;
- A single drop from an unfathomed sea:
- But God's is infinite; it fills the earth
- And heaven, and the broad, trackless realms of space.
ALBERT LAIGHTON, "The Love of God"
|
|
|
