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!

Why with unhallowed gore impair
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?

This land of ours was meant for joy;
Yet still men slaughter and destroy.
I fear to sing
The reckoning.

1920