What the Voice said

Maddened by Earth’s wrong and evil,

“Lord!” I cried in sudden ire,

“From Thy right hand, clothed with thunder,

Shake the bolted fire!

“Love is lost, and Faith is dying;

With the brute the man is sold;

And the dropping blood of labor

Hardens into gold.

“Here the dying wail of Famine,

There the battle’s groan of pain;

And, in silence, smooth-faced Mammon

Reaping men like grain.

“ ‘Where is God, that we should fear Him?’

Thus the earth-born Titans say;

‘God! if Thou art living, hear us!’

Thus the weak ones pray.”

“Thou, the patient Heaven upbraiding,”

Spake a solemn Voice within;

“Weary of our Lord’s forbearance,

Art thou free from sin?

“Fearless brow to Him uplifting,

Canst thou for His thunders call,

Knowing that to guilt’s attraction

Evermore they fall?

“Know’st thou not all germs of evil

In thy heart await their time?

Not thyself, but God’s restraining,

Stays their growth of crime.

“Couldst thou boast, O child of weakness!

O’er the sons of wrong and strife,

Were their strong temptations planted

In thy path of life?

“Thou hast seen two streamlets gushing

From one fountain, clear and free,

But by widely varying channels

Searching for the sea.

“Glideth one through greenest valleys,

Kissing them with lips still sweet;

One, mad roaring down the mountains,

Stagnates at their feet.

“Is it choice whereby the Parsee

Kneels before his mother’s fire?

In his black tent did the Tartar

Choose his wandering sire?

“He alone, whose hand is bounding

Human power and human will,

Looking through each soul’s surrounding,

Knows its good or ill.