Set dog-toothed lies to tear it ragged,
Truncated and traduced!
Truncated and traduced!
Elizabeth Browning
Volcanic terms of "great" and "just"?
Admit such tongues of flame, the crust
Of time and law falls in.
VII.
A great Deed in this world of ours?
Unheard of the pretence is:
It threatens plainly the great Powers;
Is fatal in all senses.
A just Deed in the world? --call out
The rifles! be not slack about
The national defences.
VIII.
And many murmured, "From this source
What red blood must be poured! "
And some rejoined, "'T is even worse;
What red tape is ignored! "
All cursed the Doer for an evil
Called here, enlarging on the Devil,--
There, monkeying the Lord!
IX.
Some said it could not be explained,
Some, could not be excused;
And others, "Leave it unrestrained,
Gehenna's self is loosed. "
And all cried "Crush it, maim it, gag it!
Set dog-toothed lies to tear it ragged,
Truncated and traduced! "
X.
But HE stood sad before the sun
(The peoples felt their fate).
"The world is many,--I am one;
My great Deed was too great.
God's fruit of justice ripens slow:
Men's souls are narrow; let them grow.
My brothers, we must wait. "
XI.
The tale is ended, child of mine,
Turned graver at my knee.
They say your eyes, my Florentine,
Are English: it may be.
And yet I've marked as blue a pair
Following the doves across the square
At Venice by the sea.
XII.
Ah child! ah child! I cannot say
A word more. You conceive
The reason now, why just to-day
We see our Florence grieve.
Ah child, look up into the sky!