 | A collection of poems by Ernest Radford |  |
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OUR IDEALS.
‘To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love
All pray in their distress------’
All pray in their distress------’
Their souls have healing words for me;
Embodied as they are,
In floating forms that levitate
Above the evening star.
Embodied as they are,
In floating forms that levitate
Above the evening star.
Ideals, elusive, distant, all
Are worshipped where they stand,
But there are earthly ties, alas!
And thou hast one in hand.
Are worshipped where they stand,
But there are earthly ties, alas!
And thou hast one in hand.
Invited am I, seeking rest,
A stranger to my brain,
To put thy kindness to the test,
Beneath thy roof again?
A stranger to my brain,
To put thy kindness to the test,
Beneath thy roof again?
My friend, there travels through this night
Of Winter, starved and poor,
One unsupported by my hope
Of welcome at thy door.
Of Winter, starved and poor,
One unsupported by my hope
Of welcome at thy door.
A brother, called to mind again,
Or sister, babe at breast:—
My friend, have Pity, Peace, and Love,
Our Idols, done their best?
Or sister, babe at breast:—
My friend, have Pity, Peace, and Love,
Our Idols, done their best?
| A collection of poems by Ernest Radford | |