The Innocents

The Innocents

I Behold I see them if I wake or sleep,

1 I seem to look into their mournful eyes,

| By day and night I hear the blameless weep,

1 Or little ghosts unto my sight arise.

I In very truth, 0 Christ, may these things be —

| Shall we awake and find them only dreams?

} Aye those of whom He spoke "Come unto Me,"

1 That they so die too terrible it seems!

1 Lo, as the reign of Herod come again,

| This war-crowned madman in his iron deeds.

| Aye meet the murderers, ye who are men,

Behold the helpless innocence that bleeds:

| Crush while ye may the tyrant in his might;

| Take, O ye brave, a righteous sword and smite!

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