Classic Poem

To-day mankind our Lord are glorifying
Who came long centuries ago
That by his freely sacrificial dying
He might his holy purpose show.
A dark cloud veiled him in that crucifying,
And in his heart was utter woe,
That heart where love of man was ever trying
To win man's victory here below.
But all in vain — fields still in fight are trodden
And with red blood the furrows still are sodden
In war's abomination.
In my still heart the gloomy thought I cherish:
How many Saviours must be born and perish
Ere comes love's domination?