I AM no priest of crooks nor creeds, For human wants and human needs Are more to me than prophets' deeds; And human tears and human cares Affect me more than human prayers. Go, cease your wail, lugubrious saint! You fret high Heaven with your plaint. Is this the "Christian's joy" you paint? Is this the Christian's boasted bliss? Avails your faith no more than this? Take up your arms, come out with me, Let Heav'n alone; humanity Needs more and Heaven less from thee. With pity for mankind look 'round; Help them to rise -- and Heaven is found. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER IMPROMPTU LINES ON JULY FOURTH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES A MENDER OF CLOCKS by MARGARET E. BRUNER |