Classic Poem

O King of Hate! when thou kneel'st to pray
The God of Love for " The Day! The Day! "
Do'st hear thee never a small voice say —
" God is not mocked " nor is He a liar:
" Beware O King of thy heart's desire. "

The frightfulness that thy ruling sees,
Babes mutilated Thee to appease,
Despite " Offend not the least of these, "
" God is not mocked " nor is He a liar:
" Beware O King of thy heart's desire. "

Throughout thy sleep and thy waking mood,
Obsessed art thou with the lust of blood,
And art no longer or great or good —
" God is not mocked " nor is He a liar:
" Beware O King of thy heart's desire! "

Thy brain is not with the heat of hate,
Red rapine glads thee and rapes elate,
Repent! repent! ere it be too late!
" God is not mocked " nor is He a liar:
" Beware O King of thy heart's desire. "