There are wrongs done in the fair face of heaven Which cry aloud for vengeance, and shall cry; Loves beautiful in strength whose wit has striven Vainly with loss and man's inconstancy; Dead children's faces watched by souls that die; Pure streams defiled; fair forests idly riven; A nation suppliant in its agony Calling on justice, and no help is given. All these are pitiful. Yet, after tears, Come rest and sleep and calm forgetfulness, And God's good providence consoles the years. Only the coward heart which did not guess, The dreamer of brave deeds that might have been, Shall cureless ache with wounds for ever green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN MUSIC by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. CINQUAIN: AMAZE by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE VICTOR AT ANTIETAM [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI |