The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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LXXVIII.
[To think the pleading for immortal joy]
To think the pleading for immortal joyShould rise from earth where thousands sport with death!
Laws guard us; the defenceless we decoy,—
Begrudged by men their little term of breath.
How blest seem they who near some jungle dwell,
To there the royal tiger lowly lay;
The elephant on its proud march to fell,
The lioness smite while with her cubs at play!
What training comes of this blood-thirsty strife?
To man doth it the better knowledge bring,
The meekness needed in eternal life,
When he would shoot an angel on the wing?
Nature's stern laws no cruelty decreed;
Yet such high game our lofty kindred need!
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