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Good and Evil.
GOOD hath been born of Evil many times,
Fruits of disease, in pain and sickness sown; Nations have won their liberty through crimes, And men true gain of losses: GOD alone, Unreachable upon His holy throne,
Needeth not shade to illustrate His light,
Nor less to foil His greatest: but for man
The wrong must riot to awake the right,
And think not to unravel in thy thought
This mingled tissue, this mysterious plan,
This alchemy of good through evil wrought.
VENGEANCE, and jealousy, and wrath are Thine :
Can these things be indeed, most loving LORD,
Or have we spoilt the beauty of thy word
Most fondly claim that every heart should beat
As its own bliss for only GoD above:
Yet must some moral fire, some holy heat,
Pervade the Will that else were wilfulness:
Those words are well; He doth avenge the wrong, His love is jealous thee by love to bless,
And sin shall rouse His wrath, though suffering long.
AS BETWEEN MAN AND HIS BROTHER.
MAN's inhumanity to Man!
Oh hideous tale to tell,
What cheek unblanch'd can calmly scan
Those characters of hell?
What pen, what poet, dares to paint
The terrors of that strife,
Wherein so many a martyr'd saint
Has moan'd away his life?
O Roman friars,-Spanish priests,
Ye wretched cruel men,
More bloody than infuriate beasts
Half-famish'd in their den,—
How dreadful are the human woes
GOD's patient vengeance only knows
What horrors there have been!
And, Slavery human nature's shame,
The curse of human-kind,
How hateful is thy very name
To ear, and heart, and mind!
The sugar-mill, the cotton-field,
The lash, the goad, the chain,Alas! how huge a crop they yield
Of wickedness and pain!
And, here at home, let childhood's shriek,
On coalpit echoes borne,―
And starving woman's hollow cheek
In city streets forlorn,—
And mean oppression's heavy hand
On patient merit's head,
Ask everywhere throughout the land,
Yet is there comfort: GoD above
Long-suffering doth not sleep;
He treasures up with tenderest love
Holy, and Merciful, and Strong,
Will righteously requite!