From these wild hills that ring with feudal strife, From this dark land where eyes and souls are blind, Be it my task to raise, for humankind, A prophet-king who shall bring grace to life: Thus to our sires spake wise and kindly Fate; She brought them joy, and touched their hearts with hope That men would not forever dumbly grope In bogs of greed, in sloughs of lust and hate. Thus came our Prophet, harbinger of peace -- Though who could guess what bloody years must be Ere hate should yield to his rare charity! -- Or who could know how his strange life should cease! Yet Fate failed not: she brought a god to earth In whose meek heart our great new age had birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE COYOTE CHORUS by ANNE BIRDSALL GHOST OF THE BEAUTIFUL PAST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 22 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA TO THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR DAUGHTER IN LAW by ANNE BRADSTREET |