Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Sonnet to J.M.K.

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SONNET TO J. M. K.

My hope and heart is with thee—thou wilt be A latter Luther, and a soldier-priestTo scare church-harpies from the master's feast: Our dusted velvets have much need of thee; Thou art no sabbath-drawler of old saws, Distilled from some wormcankered homily; But spurred at heart with fieriest energyTo embattail and to wall about thy causeWith ironworded proof, hating to harkThe humming of the drowsy pulpitdroneHalf God's good sabbath, while the worn-out clerk Browbeats his desk below. Thou from a throne Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark Arrows of lightnings. I will stand and mark.
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