AGE AFTER AGE, hast Thou, O Lord, sent Thy messengers into this pitiless world, who have left their word: 'Forgive all. Love all. Cleanse your hearts from the blood-red stains of hatred.'
Adorable are they, ever to be remembered; yet from the outer door have I turned them away to-day-this evil daywith unmeaning salutation.
Have I not seen secret malignance strike down the helpless under the cover of hypocritical night?
Have I not heard the silenced voice of Justice weeping in solitude at might's defiant outrages?
Have I not seen in what agony reckless youth, running mad, has vainly shattered its life against insensitive rocks?
Choked is my voice, mute are my songs to-day, and darkly my world lies imprisoned in a dismal dream; and I ask Thee, O Lord, in tears: 'Hast Thou Thyself forgiven, hast even Thou loved those who are poisoning Thy air, and blotting out Thy light?'

THE CLOUD said to me, 'I vanish'; the Night said, 'I plunge into the fiery dawn.'
The Pain said, I remain in deep silence as his footprint.'
'I die into the fulness,' said my life to me.
The Earth said, 'My lights kiss your thoughts every moment.'
'The days pass,' Love said, 'but I wait for you.'
Death said, 'I ply the boat of your life across the sea.'

THE NIGHT is dark and your slumber is deep in the hush of my being.
Wake, 0 Pain of Love, for I know not how to open the door, and I stand outside.
The hours wait, the stars watch, the wind is still, the silence is heavy in my heart.
Wake, Love, wake! brim my empty cup, and with a breath of song ruffle the night.