An Hour Come

The mother holds the lifeless child

Her eyes are empty red and wild.

She sees her husband blown apart

In a tableau of the devil's art

And love once thought invincible

Reduced and severed by a will

To conquer and the Light betray

And lead the saintly soul astray.

The world with evil seethes and spews

It venom and would fain confuse,

There is in man a pressing need

And in the soil the truth-light's seed

That shall in an unsuspecting hour

Rise up and suddenly overpower

The demons that seemed the lords of life,

Encouragers of death and strife

Who spill with glee upon earth's sod

Their venom on the lambs of God,

An hour come of a golden dream

And peace love's sacrifice redeem.