The Altar or, Meditations in Verse On The Great Christian Sacrifice By The Author of "The Cathedral," [i.e. Isaac Williams] |
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The Altar | ||
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“Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast born me a man of
strife and a man of contention to the whole earth!”
Thus is the Gospel as a sword on earth,
Kindling division more inveterate
Than in ought else is known of human hate:
Pride, lust, wrath, envy, sadness, impious mirth,
Which in our hearts' dark ruins have their birth,
In ways most manifold and intricate
Combine against the Light, else separate.
Yet Truth the while in its own household hearth
Shines, amid foes its standard onward beareth,
And ne'er but by itself is overcome,
When trampled most, victorious most appeareth,
Outcast and hated through the world to roam,
Seeking in every heart to make its home;
Whatever cannot love the heavenly Guest it feareth.
The Altar | ||