NOT that the earth is changing, O my God! Not that her brave democracies take heart To share, to rule her treasure, to impart The wine to those who long the wine-press trod; Not therefore trust we that beneath Thy nod, Thy silent benediction, even now In gratitude so many nations bow, So many poor: not therefore, O my God! But because living men for dying man Go to a million deaths, to deal one blow; And justice speaks one great compassionate tongue; And nation unto nation calls "One clan We succourers are, one tribe!" By this we know Our earth holds confident, steadfast, being young. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON TO THE RIVER CHARLES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE FOREIGN SAILOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE KILN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NIGHT FANCY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |