Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 3 — A. D. Nineteen Hundred

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D. NINETEEN HUNDRED

War and Disaster, Famine and Pestilence, Vaunt-couriers of the Century that comes, Behold them shaking their tremendous plumes Above the world!

Lo, all the air grows dense With rumors of destruction and a sense, Cadaverous, of corpses and of tombs Predestined; while,--like monsters in the glooms,-- Bristling with battle, shadowy and immense, The Nations rise in dread apocalypse.

-- Where now the boast Earth makes of civilization?

Its brag of Christianity?

--In vain We seek to see them in the wild eclipse Of hell and horror and the devastation Of Death triumphant on his hills of slain.