 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
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WHERE IS THE REAL NON-RESISTANT?
(Matthew V, 38–48.)
Who can surrender to Christ, dividing his best with the stranger,
Giving to each what he asks, braving the uttermost danger
All for the enemy, Man? Who can surrender till death
His words and his works, his house and his lands,
His eyes and his heart and his breath?
Giving to each what he asks, braving the uttermost danger
All for the enemy, Man? Who can surrender till death
His words and his works, his house and his lands,
His eyes and his heart and his breath?
Who can surrender to Christ? Many have yearned toward it daily.
Yet they surrender to passion, wildly or grimly or gaily:
Yet they surrender to pride, counting her precious and queenly;
Yet they surrender to knowledge, preening their feathers serenely.
Yet they surrender to passion, wildly or grimly or gaily:
Yet they surrender to pride, counting her precious and queenly;
Yet they surrender to knowledge, preening their feathers serenely.
Who can surrender to Christ? Where is the man so transcendent,
So heated with love of his kind, so filled with the spirit resplendent
That all of the hours of his day song thrilling and tender,
And all of his thoughts to our white cause of peace
Surrender, surrender, surrender?
So heated with love of his kind, so filled with the spirit resplendent
That all of the hours of his day song thrilling and tender,
And all of his thoughts to our white cause of peace
Surrender, surrender, surrender?
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |