A Quote by Ina Coolbrith on art, brothers, darkness, dawn, earth, faith, force, god, gold, heart, love, nations, peace, spirit, struggle, and world
Millennium The night falls, heavy with the coming storm! Far out, the ocean frets against the bar, And the cloud-legions, gathering force and form Shut, with closed ranks, all gleam of moon or star. Tempestuous darkness! and unto the dawn, Long hours. Ah! with the passing will there be The gold and crimson by the sun-rays drawn, Or tempest still, and moaning of the sea? The world is heavy with the coming storm! No nation wars with nation, race with race, But where the love-pulse should beat quick and warm, Lo! brother against brother, face to face. Abel unto the god of blood gives blood, Who heeds not the fair fruitage of the land, And wrong and rage, of viper-nests the brood, Arm Cain with flaming heart and flaming brand. Where is the peace that should with thee abide O Earth? Art still beneath the primal ban, Availing naught the Holy Crucified? No faith in God because no faith in man! Thy helpless idols help thee not-Awake! Arise, and let thy weary burden fall! Captive, the fetters of the ages break, And, thrall to Mammon, be no longer thrall. O Spirit of the Holy One, from where On high Thou dwellest, lend Thy loving will To quell these battle-giants of the air, And to the warring waters speak, "Be still." Or if from darkness, only, springs the light, And but from struggle blessed peace is born, Loose till the awful thunders of Thy might- And hail, the night! that heralds the glad morn.
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