The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Midnight Reverie
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A Midnight Reverie
O sordid man, why wreck the earth,
That bloomed so innocent at birth?
God made it good;
Change not its mood!
That bloomed so innocent at birth?
God made it good;
Change not its mood!
Why with unhallowed gore impair
The fields that should with flowers be fair?
Spurn not the love
Sent from above!
The fields that should with flowers be fair?
Spurn not the love
Sent from above!
Why with a murderer's dastard blade
Slay brothers that the Lord hath made?
Why thus defeat
What most is meet?
Slay brothers that the Lord hath made?
Why thus defeat
What most is meet?
This land of ours was meant for joy;
Yet still men slaughter and destroy.
I fear to sing
The reckoning.
Yet still men slaughter and destroy.
I fear to sing
The reckoning.
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