Channel Firing (1914) by Thomas Hardy COMPLIMENTS OF WIKISOURCE That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the Judgment-day And sat upright. While drearisome Arose the howl of wakened hounds: The mouse let fall the altar-crumb, The worms drew back into the mounds, The glebe cow drooled. Till God called, No; It’s gunnery practise out at sea Just as before you went below; The world is as it used to be: And all nations striving strong to make Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters They do no more for Christés sake Than you who are helpless in such matters. That this is not the judgement-hour For some of them’s a blessed thing, For if it were they’d have to scour Hell’s floor for so much threatening... Ha, ha. It will be warmer when I blow the trumpet (if indeed I ever do; for you are men, And rest eternal sorely need). So down we lay again. I wonder, Will the world ever saner be, Said one, ‘than when He sent us under In our indifferent century! And many a skeleton shook his head. Instead of preaching forty year, My neighbour Parson Thirdly said, I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer. Again the guns disturbed the hour, Roaring their readiness to avenge, As far inland as Stourton Tower, And Camelot, and starlit Stonehenge. The Blinded Bird by Thomas Hardy So zestfully canst thou sing? And all this indignity, With Gods consent, on thee! Blinded ere yet a-wing By the red-hot needle thou, I stand and wonder how So zestfully thou canst sing! Resenting not such wrong, Thy grievous pain forgot, Eternal dark thy lot, Groping thy whole life long; After that stab of fire; Enjailed in pitiless wire; Resenting not such wrong! Who hath charity? This bird. Who suffereth long and is kind, Is not provoked, though blind And alive ensepulchred? Who hopeth, endureth all things? Who thinketh no evil, but sings? Who is divine? This bird.
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