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London's Voices
Speak to two souls—who thus reply
I
In all my work, in all children's play,
I hear the ceaseless hum of London near;
It cries to me, I cannot choose but hear
Its never-ending wail, by night and day.
So many millions—is it vain to pray
That all may win such peace as I have here,
With books, and works, and little children dear?—
That flowers like mine may grow along their way?
I hear the ceaseless hum of London near;
It cries to me, I cannot choose but hear
Its never-ending wail, by night and day.
So many millions—is it vain to pray
That all may win such peace as I have here,
With books, and works, and little children dear?—
That flowers like mine may grow along their way?
Through all my happy life I hear the cry,
The exceeding bitter cry of human pain,
And shudder as the deathless wail sweeps by.
I can do nothing—even hope is vain
That the bright light of peace and purity
In those lost souls may ever shine again!
The exceeding bitter cry of human pain,
And shudder as the deathless wail sweeps by.
I can do nothing—even hope is vain
That the bright light of peace and purity
In those lost souls may ever shine again!
II
'Mid pine woods' whisper and the hum of bees
I heard a voice that was not bee nor wood:
“Here, in the city, Gold has trampled Good.
Come thou, do battle till this strife shall cease!”
I left the mill, the meadows and the trees,
And came to do the little best I could
For these, God's poor; and, oh, my God, I would
I had a thousand lives to give for these!
I heard a voice that was not bee nor wood:
“Here, in the city, Gold has trampled Good.
Come thou, do battle till this strife shall cease!”
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And came to do the little best I could
For these, God's poor; and, oh, my God, I would
I had a thousand lives to give for these!
What can one hand do 'gainst a world of wrong?
Yet, when the voice said, “Come!” how could I stay?
The foe is mighty, and the battle long
(And love is sweet, and there are flowers in May),
And Gold seems weak, and Gold is very strong;
But, while these fight, I dare not turn away.
Yet, when the voice said, “Come!” how could I stay?
The foe is mighty, and the battle long
(And love is sweet, and there are flowers in May),
And Gold seems weak, and Gold is very strong;
But, while these fight, I dare not turn away.
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