2013, ISBN: 1230225471

[EAN: 9781230225470], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers… Altro …

[EAN: 9781230225470], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: . A BELGIAN CHRISTMAS EVE (1915) DEDICATION Thou whose deep ways are in the sea, Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from Thee Is waiting -- at Thy Throne. The towering Babels that we raised Where scoffing sophists brawl, The little Antichrists we praised -- The night is on them all. The fool hath said . . . The fool hath said And we, who deemed him wise, We, who believed that Thou wast dead, How should we seek Thine eyes? How should we seek to Thee for power, Who scorned Thee yesterday? IIow should we kneel in this dread hour? Lord, teach us how to pray. Grant us the single heart once more That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast Lord and King. Let darkness unto darkness tell Our deep unspoken prayer; For, while our souls in darkness dwell, We know that Thou art there. PRELUDE Under which banner? It was night Beyond all nights that ever were. The Cross was broken. Blood-stained Might Moved like a tiger from its lair, And all that heaven had died to quell Awoke, and mingled earth with hell. For Europe, if it held a creed, Held it thro custom, not thro faith. Chaos returned in dream and deed, Right was a legend -- Love, a wraith; And That from which the world began Was less than even the best in man. God in the image of a snake Dethroned that dream, too fond, too blind, The man-shaped God whose heart could break, Live, die, and triumph with mankind; A Super-snake, a Juggernaut, Dethroned the Highest of human thought. Choose, England! For the eternal foe Within thee, as without, grew strong, By many a super-subtle blow Blurring the lines of right and wrong In Art and Thought, till nought seemed true But that soul-slaughtering cry of New! New wreckage of the shrines we made Thro .<

2013, ISBN: 1230225471

[EAN: 9781230225470], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can… Altro …

[EAN: 9781230225470], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: . A BELGIAN CHRISTMAS EVE (1915) DEDICATION Thou whose deep ways are in the sea, Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from Thee Is waiting -- at Thy Throne. The towering Babels that we raised Where scoffing sophists brawl, The little Antichrists we praised -- The night is on them all. The fool hath said . . . The fool hath said And we, who deemed him wise, We, who believed that Thou wast dead, How should we seek Thine eyes? How should we seek to Thee for power, Who scorned Thee yesterday? IIow should we kneel in this dread hour? Lord, teach us how to pray. Grant us the single heart once more That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast Lord and King. Let darkness unto darkness tell Our deep unspoken prayer; For, while our souls in darkness dwell, We know that Thou art there. PRELUDE Under which banner? It was night Beyond all nights that ever were. The Cross was broken. Blood-stained Might Moved like a tiger from its lair, And all that heaven had died to quell Awoke, and mingled earth with hell. For Europe, if it held a creed, Held it thro custom, not thro faith. Chaos returned in dream and deed, Right was a legend -- Love, a wraith; And That from which the world began Was less than even the best in man. God in the image of a snake Dethroned that dream, too fond, too blind, The man-shaped God whose heart could break, Live, die, and triumph with mankind; A Super-snake, a Juggernaut, Dethroned the Highest of human thought. Choose, England! For the eternal foe Within thee, as without, grew strong, By many a super-subtle blow Blurring the lines of right and wrong In Art and Thought, till nought seemed true But that soul-slaughtering cry of New! New wreckage of the shrines we made Thro .<

2013, ISBN: 1230225471

[EAN: 9781230225470], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can … Altro …

[EAN: 9781230225470], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: . A BELGIAN CHRISTMAS EVE (1915) DEDICATION Thou whose deep ways are in the sea, Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from Thee Is waiting -- at Thy Throne. The towering Babels that we raised Where scoffing sophists brawl, The little Antichrists we praised -- The night is on them all. The fool hath said . . . The fool hath said And we, who deemed him wise, We, who believed that Thou wast dead, How should we seek Thine eyes? How should we seek to Thee for power, Who scorned Thee yesterday? IIow should we kneel in this dread hour? Lord, teach us how to pray. Grant us the single heart once more That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast Lord and King. Let darkness unto darkness tell Our deep unspoken prayer; For, while our souls in darkness dwell, We know that Thou art there. PRELUDE Under which banner? It was night Beyond all nights that ever were. The Cross was broken. Blood-stained Might Moved like a tiger from its lair, And all that heaven had died to quell Awoke, and mingled earth with hell. For Europe, if it held a creed, Held it thro custom, not thro faith. Chaos returned in dream and deed, Right was a legend -- Love, a wraith; And That from which the world began Was less than even the best in man. God in the image of a snake Dethroned that dream, too fond, too blind, The man-shaped God whose heart could break, Live, die, and triumph with mankind; A Super-snake, a Juggernaut, Dethroned the Highest of human thought. Choose, England! For the eternal foe Within thee, as without, grew strong, By many a super-subtle blow Blurring the lines of right and wrong In Art and Thought, till nought seemed true But that soul-slaughtering cry of New! New wreckage of the shrines we made Thro .<

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