The Swordless Christ
Maoriland Worker, Volume 13, Issue 51, 19 December 1923, Page 11
The Swordless Christ
Ay, down tlie years behold he rides, The iowly Christ upon an ass; But conquering:? Ten shall heed the call, A thousand idly watch him pass. '' They watch him pass, or liglitly hole In mock lip-loyalty his name: A. thousand —were they to lead! But meek, without a sword, he came. A myriad horsemen swept the field With Attila, the whirlwind Hun; A myriad cannon spake for him. The silent, dread Napoleon. 3, For these had ready spoil to give, Had reeking spoil lor savage hand»s; Slaves,; and fair wives, and pillage •■- ' '-,rare: The wealth of cities: teeming lands. And If the world, once drunk with blood, Sated, has turned from araiß to peace, Man hath not lost his ancient lusts; The weapons change; war does not cease. : The mother in the stifling den, The bx'ain-dulled child beside the loom, The hordes that swarm and toil and starve — We laugh, and tread them to their doom. They shriek, and ciy their prayers to dhrist, -* And lift wan faces, hands that bleed: In vain they pmy, for wliat is Christ? A leader —without men to lead. Ah, piteous Christ'afar he rides! Wβ s«e him, but the fixe is dim; Wβ that would leap at crash of drums , ... . , .-.,.'■. A?e slow to α-ise and follow ,3pm wJPfircy Adams Hutchison, American poet.