'ONE' art thou?—One?—When by the outer wall Of church and palace, patient men in vain Ask room to live, or grind their souls for gain Of such poor pittance as to slaves may fall, While men, their brothers, with enough for all, Pass by, unhelping, though to help them fain, Being burdened with their secret share of pain, Or by their dead traditions held in thrall?— The Master-mason, still our Strength and Song, Inspires the labour that shall never cease, Rebuilding all that has been basely done, Redeeming order, righting cruel wrong, Till thou art crowned with righteousness and peace; Though mortal, in Immortal love made one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |