THE POETS’ CORNER
This week’s poem is by John .Buskin, better known as a writer of fine English essays than as a poet. But in this poem he is a prophet of hope, good to read and think of these days. Put it in your scrap book. THE WILDERNESS SHALL SMILE Put off, put off your mail, 0 kings, And boat your brands to dust! Your hands must learn a surer grasp, Your hearts a better trust. 0 bend aback the lance’s point, And break the helmet bar; A noise is in the morning wind But not the note of war. Upon the grassy mountain paths The glittering hosts increase; They come! They come! How fair their feet 1 They come who publish peace. And victory, fair victory. Our enemies arc ours! For all the clouds are clasped in light, And all the earth with flowers. Aye, still depressed and dim with dew; But wait a little while, And with the radiant, deathless rose The wilderness shall smile. And every tender, living thing Shall feed by streams of rest; Nov lambs shall from the flock be lost, Nor nestling from the nest. —John Ruskln.
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Evening Star, Issue 23728, 8 November 1940, Page 3
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194THE POETS’ CORNER Evening Star, Issue 23728, 8 November 1940, Page 3
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