22.04.2012, 07:33
The Peril Of The House
Mother, Thy children strive at work and play
Within Thy House, and one is quick and proud,
And one is lusty-limbed and overloud,
And he goes brisk and laughing all the day,
And yonder lad loves little to obey,
And yonder lass broods, dark and sullen-browed,
And here a pair in passionate mood have vowed
That each will mar the other's life or slay.
And yet doom's toscin peals not from Thy towers
For fear within, since when he hears Thy cry
Each laggard life leafs up to serve Thy will:
Thy death lurks yonder, where the foeman cowers
With eyes of stealth that all Thy weakness spy,
And heart that lusts to work Thee deadly ill.
Mother, Thy children strive at work and play
Within Thy House, and one is quick and proud,
And one is lusty-limbed and overloud,
And he goes brisk and laughing all the day,
And yonder lad loves little to obey,
And yonder lass broods, dark and sullen-browed,
And here a pair in passionate mood have vowed
That each will mar the other's life or slay.
And yet doom's toscin peals not from Thy towers
For fear within, since when he hears Thy cry
Each laggard life leafs up to serve Thy will:
Thy death lurks yonder, where the foeman cowers
With eyes of stealth that all Thy weakness spy,
And heart that lusts to work Thee deadly ill.