| I have been young, and now am not too
old ; |
| And I have seen the righteous forsaken, |
| His health, his honour and his quality
taken. |
This is not
what we were formerly told.
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| I have seen a green county, useful to
the race, |
| Knocked silly with guns and mines, its
villages vanished, |
| Even the last rat and last kestrel
banished― |
God bless us
all, this was peculiar grace.
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| I knew Seraphina ; Nature gave her hue, |
| Glance, sympathy, note, like one from
Eden. |
| I saw her smile warp, heard her lyric
deaden ; |
She turned to
harlotry ;― this I took to be new.
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| Say what you will, our God sees how
then run. |
| These disillusions are his curious
proving |
| That he loves humanity and will go on
loving ; |
Over there are
faith, life, virtue in the sun.
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