All Tragedy Shall Expunge

Now the tired world winds slowly on,

Troubled turns to numbing apathy

Circling like a blind automaton

Drowned in violence and tragedy

Amid the silent vagaries of space.

The killing-fields of earth whose blood-red stain

Perpetuate our animal disgrace

And all the sorrowful centuries of pain.

Is there a place beyond the reach of death

Where mind's rule is meaningless to soul

And body filled with an enamoured breath

Divine walks on to its immortal goal.

The rose of God that quickens now our air

All tragedy shall expunge and all despair.