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And there is comfort: victim soul,
Go straight before that Judge ;
With pitying care to hear the whole His patience will not grudge;
So, out of harm, and hate, and pain, If thou but kiss the rod,
Thou shalt attain the golden gain
Of Brotherhood with GOD! →
AS BETWEEN MAN AND HIS BEAST.
MAN's cruel baseness to his beast!
-Poor uncomplaining brute,
Its wrongs are innocent at least,
And all its sorrows mute:
They cannot have deserved their woes,
As these bad masters can ;
And evil is the lot of those
Who serve the tyrant, Man.
I dare not let my fever'd thought
Brood o'er the frightful page
By human malice writ and wrought
Alas! the catalogue of crime
Begun by cruel Cain
Has made the swollen stream of Time
One cataract of pain!
Lo! surgery's philosophic knife,
Too merciless to kill,
Dissecting out the strings of life
With calm and horrid skill,
And bloody goads,-and wealing whips,
And many a torture fell,
Have wrung from every creature's lips
That Earth to them is Hell!
Yea: dream not that the Good and Wise
To these can be unjust;
Nor, if not claimants for the skies,
That all dissolve to dust:
They have a spirit which survives
This cauldron of unrest,
And here though wretched in their lives,
Elsewhere they shall be blest!
In the just Government and strong
Only for wickedness and wrong
Perpetual Judgment lours:
No creature ever ran a race
Of griefs not earn'd before, Without some compensating grace
Of happiness in store!