Читать книгу The Empire of Love - Dawson William James - Страница 6

  What profits all the hate that we have known

    The bitter words, not all unmerited?

  Have hearts e'er thriven beneath our angry frown?

  Have roses grown from thistles we have sown?

    Or lucid dawns flowered out of sunsets red?

        Lo, all in vain

  The violence that added pain to pain,

  And drove the sinner back to sin again.

  We had been wiser had we walked Love's way

    We had been happier had we tenderer been,

  We had found sunlight in the cloudiest day

  Had we but loved the souls that went astray,

    And sought from shame their many faults to screen

        Lo, they and we

  Had thus escaped Life's worst Gethsemane,

  And found the Garden where the angels be.