 | Carol and Cadence |  |
THE LATTER DAYS.
Might I but see one day of the new daysAnd die, content to have looked upon my dream
Indubitable, the days which, if I deem
Aright, shall yet from out the Future's haze
Awake to lighten these our loveless ways,
When Truth shall free the folk with its sun-beam
From tbe oppression of the things which seem
And Life flower full beneath Love's fostering rays,
Quit of the baffling toils of our base time,
Which, to all faults of former ages known
And other such misfeasance of its own
As might have made Tiberius shrink to see,
For culmination adds the crowning crime,
The sin that feeds Hell-fire, Hypocrisy!
| Carol and Cadence | |