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WHY IS THERE WAR ON EARTH?
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WHY IS THERE WAR ON EARTH?
WRITTEN ON A CALM AND BEAUTIFUL DAY IN MAY, 1848.
Why is there war on earth? Earth is most sweet
When all things are at peace, or only strive
How to make up the largest sum of joy.
'Tis now sweet Spring. Methinks 'twere wise to deem
Our longest life but a protracted Spring—
Hope's blossom swelling in the pregnant bud
Of mother Faith, that fosters by concealing, And owes its beauteous vigour to a root
Unseen below, like dark antiquity.
When all things are at peace, or only strive
How to make up the largest sum of joy.
'Tis now sweet Spring. Methinks 'twere wise to deem
Our longest life but a protracted Spring—
Hope's blossom swelling in the pregnant bud
Of mother Faith, that fosters by concealing, And owes its beauteous vigour to a root
Unseen below, like dark antiquity.
But there is war, because man craves the fruit
Of Autumn in the aye-beginning Spring.
We would have perfect freedom upon earth;—
Ah, fools! to think that freedom can consist
In selfish singleness of myriad wills,
Worse than the old Epicurean fancy
Of waving atoms hook'd into a world!
But madder yet to think that million wills,
Each crushing other, can compose one will,
Constituent of universal truth.
We would be free as nature, but forget
That Nature wears an universal law,
Free only, for she cannot disobey.
Of Autumn in the aye-beginning Spring.
We would have perfect freedom upon earth;—
Ah, fools! to think that freedom can consist
In selfish singleness of myriad wills,
Worse than the old Epicurean fancy
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But madder yet to think that million wills,
Each crushing other, can compose one will,
Constituent of universal truth.
We would be free as nature, but forget
That Nature wears an universal law,
Free only, for she cannot disobey.
She hath no self to sacrifice: but man,
By sinning, made out of himself a self
Alien from God, that must be self-destroy'd
Ere man can know what freedom is, or feel
His spirit enfranchised,—general as the light
Diffused through ether in its purity,
And by the various sympathies of earth,
Blent and dissected into various hues
That all are light, as a good man's good works,
All, all are love.
By sinning, made out of himself a self
Alien from God, that must be self-destroy'd
Ere man can know what freedom is, or feel
His spirit enfranchised,—general as the light
Diffused through ether in its purity,
And by the various sympathies of earth,
Blent and dissected into various hues
That all are light, as a good man's good works,
All, all are love.
Thank God, the times are pass'd
When fear and blindly-working ignorance
Could govern man. 'Tis Faith and duteous love
Out of a multitude must form a state.
We have escaped from Egypt; but we walk
Wall'd by the waters of a blood-red sea,
Parted perforce, impatient to o'erwhelm us,
Soon as we not believe the awful word,
That bids the tide of ruin now to flow.
Yet we are spared; but shall we long be spared
In sleep fool-hardy, or ingrate repining,
When all around, as from the serpent's tooth
By Cadmus sown, in the wild Theban fable,
Spring armed hosts, all mad for liberty,
And yet permitting nothing to be free,
Save naked power, unclad with reverend form,
Unsanctified by faith, by love unbalm'd
When fear and blindly-working ignorance
Could govern man. 'Tis Faith and duteous love
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We have escaped from Egypt; but we walk
Wall'd by the waters of a blood-red sea,
Parted perforce, impatient to o'erwhelm us,
Soon as we not believe the awful word,
That bids the tide of ruin now to flow.
Yet we are spared; but shall we long be spared
In sleep fool-hardy, or ingrate repining,
When all around, as from the serpent's tooth
By Cadmus sown, in the wild Theban fable,
Spring armed hosts, all mad for liberty,
And yet permitting nothing to be free,
Save naked power, unclad with reverend form,
Unsanctified by faith, by love unbalm'd
We would be the sons of Nature—would be free
As Nature is. But can we then forget
That Nature is an everlasting law,
And free because she cannot disobey?—
As Nature is. But can we then forget
That Nature is an everlasting law,
And free because she cannot disobey?—
First Sketch.
We have escaped from Egypt; but we roam
In a bare wilderness, and we lack—
We lack, or heed not—the prophetic voice,
Which Israel had, but would not always hear.
Hence from the corse of vanquish'd tyranny,
As from the serpent's teeth by Cadmus sown,
Spring armed hosts [ ] eager to be slaves,
Crying for liberty, but meaning nought
Saving naked power, unclad with reverend form,
Unsanctified by faith, by love unbalm'd.—
In a bare wilderness, and we lack—
We lack, or heed not—the prophetic voice,
Which Israel had, but would not always hear.
Hence from the corse of vanquish'd tyranny,
As from the serpent's teeth by Cadmus sown,
Spring armed hosts [ ] eager to be slaves,
Crying for liberty, but meaning nought
Saving naked power, unclad with reverend form,
Unsanctified by faith, by love unbalm'd.—
First Sketch.
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