There is a Voice within each citizen That bids us heed the cohorts' mighty roar, Which comes from every street and beggar's door, In spite of ancient creed and scribal pen. No anodyne from pompous aldermen Will do, in terms of dole as heretofore; No opiates will satisfy the corps Of hungry men on every field and fen. There is but one way out for sons of God: To heed the Voice of human brotherhood -- As One who died in Palestine of old -- To walk with humble feet by mercy shod, And build a world that's great and kind and good, A world with more of love and less of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM-PEDLARY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FLAMING HEART by RICHARD CRASHAW A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SUDDEN LIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |