THESE LITTLE ONES
If Life were what the liars say
And failure called the tune
Mayhap the road to ruin then
Were cluttered deep wi' broken men;
We'd all he seekers blindly led
To weave wi' worms among the dead,
If Life were what the liars say
And failure called the tune.
But Life is Father of us all
(Dear Father, if we knew!)
And underneath eternal arms
Uphold. We'll mock the false alarms.
And trample on the neck of pain.
And laugh the dead alive again.
For Life is Father to us all.
And thanks are overdue!
If Truth were what the learned say
And envy called the tune
Mayhap 'twere true what treason saith
That man is dust and ends in death;
We'd slay with proof of printed law
Whate'er was new that seers saw.
If Truth were what the learned say
And envy called the tune.
But Truth is Brother of us all
(Oh, Brother, if we knew!)
Unspattered by the muddied lies
That pass for wisdom of the wise,—
Compassionate, alert, unbought,
Of purity and presence unwrought,—
Big Brother that includes us all
Nor knows the name of Few!
