Page:Songs of the Soul (1923).djvu/111

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
SONGS OF THE SOUL


O tell, Thou, O Fiery Mood,Who art yet so good,—Thy Royal Will,I know not still.
The Lord sang:"Am Endless Doom,All bent to roomIn burning mawOf mine the weaklings’ aweAnd all the mortal meatOf weary worlds of deathly change, and treatThem with my nectar lifeTo new and fearless, better strife.E’en if thou dost not slayThese wicked warriors all in war array,They surely certain have to fall,Ah, in my teeth-of-law, withal.Arise, awake! Arise, awake!Oh, dash to war thy foe, the flesh a captive make,And seize the victor’s fame,With battle-hunted game,

[continued]

[ 105 ]

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.