Poems (Terry, 1861)/Fraternité
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FRATERNITÉ.
Crœsus, gilt martyr of a bank,
Barred round with ingots yellow,
The poet whom you do not thank,
Is not a "wretched fellow"!
The garret of his dreaming sleep
Is tapestried with splendor,
Whose glitter makes no angels weep;
His heart is true and tender.
Barred round with ingots yellow,
The poet whom you do not thank,
Is not a "wretched fellow"!
The garret of his dreaming sleep
Is tapestried with splendor,
Whose glitter makes no angels weep;
His heart is true and tender.
Poet, the Dives you despise
Has pleasure in his money!
Dear butterfly, some beauty lies
To bees in making honey!
The gold and jewels of your flowers
He copies in his treasure;
Must all your brother's happy hours
Be meted with your measure?
Has pleasure in his money!
Dear butterfly, some beauty lies
To bees in making honey!
The gold and jewels of your flowers
He copies in his treasure;
Must all your brother's happy hours
Be meted with your measure?
Fair woman, whose averted eyes
Cast scorn on shame's poor daughter,
The soul whose kindred yours denies
Was limpid once as water!
Who kept thee from the precipice,
Where sin with love-lips kissed her?
Through Him who granted Mary's peace,
Pray for thy wretched sister!
Cast scorn on shame's poor daughter,
The soul whose kindred yours denies
Was limpid once as water!
Who kept thee from the precipice,
Where sin with love-lips kissed her?
Through Him who granted Mary's peace,
Pray for thy wretched sister!
And thou, on earth most desolate,
Blame not the passer by thee,
Whose veiled eyes droop not out of hate,
Whose thoughts no love deny thee!
If custom-kept, she walks apart,
Her pity grows the stronger;
And louder echo through her heart
His words,—"Go, sin no longer."
Blame not the passer by thee,
Whose veiled eyes droop not out of hate,
Whose thoughts no love deny thee!
If custom-kept, she walks apart,
Her pity grows the stronger;
And louder echo through her heart
His words,—"Go, sin no longer."
If there are mountains in the world,
Are there not also valleys!
Where Love's blue standard swings unfurled,
There every true heart rallies.
Ranked in one hope, the difference dies
That keeps us from each other,
And underneath millennial skies,
Each man becomes a brother.
Are there not also valleys!
Where Love's blue standard swings unfurled,
There every true heart rallies.
Ranked in one hope, the difference dies
That keeps us from each other,
And underneath millennial skies,
Each man becomes a brother.