Poems — On Righteous Indignation

She keepeth her watch through the sons, But the heart of her groweth not old, For the peal of the bridegroom's paeans, And the tale she once was told.

ON RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION

When Adam went from Paradise He saw the Sword and ran;

The dreadful shape, the new device, The pointed end of Paradise, And saw what Peril is and Price, And knew he was a man.

When Adam went from Paradise, He turned him back and cried For a little flower from Paradise;

There came no flower from Paradise;

The woods were dark in Paradise, And not a bird replied.

For only comfort or contempt, For jest or great reward, Over the walls of Paradise, The flameless gates of Paradise, The dumb shut doors of Paradise, God flung the flaming sword.