New-York daily tribune., 1844-12-06
He RIB u N E.
THE CRY OF THE HUMAN.
EYE. D. nARRrrr.

.THERE u no God, the foolish saith
But none, aTbere is no sorrow;;'
And nature Oft, the cry Of faith,
Ia bitter need will borrow:
Eyes which the preacher could not school,
By wayside graves ae raised;
And bps say. God be pitiiul,"
Who ne 'sr said, a God be pra.sei."
Be pidfnl, o God
The tempest stretches from the steep
The shadow of It's coming
TIE beasts grow tame, and near US creep,
As help were in tae human
fst, while The cloud-wheeis roll and sriGd
We epiri;s ,Temble under
The hills have echoes; kat VIC find
No answer Tor the thunder.
Be pi,iiul, o Gca
Ths battle hurlles on the plains
Earth feels new scythes upon hsT:
We reap our brothers fer the wains,
And call the havest-hono.-
Drav face 10 face, front line 10 line,
Ore Image all Inherit
Then Kill, curse on, BY that same sign;
Be piiilui, o God.
The plague runs fostering through the town--
And never bell is ,oiing;
And corpses, jostled meath ,he maon.
Nod 10 the deadcart's rolling:
The young child caleth for the cup
The strong man brings it weeping,
Tbs mother from her babe looks up,
And shrieSs away It's sleeping.
Be Pi,iful, o God
The plague OF gold strikes far and near
Anc deep and strong it en1ers:
This purple chimar which we wear,
Makes nadder than the ceniaurs.
Our Thoughts grow blank, our words grow strange
We cheer the pale gold.6iggers-
Esch soul is worth so much on Change,
And marked, like sheep, with figures.
Be pitiful, Q God
the curse Of gold upon the land,
The lack Of bread enforces-
The rsi!-ca.s snor, from strand TO strand,
Like more of Deaths White Horses!
The rich preach "rgbts" aud future days,
And hear nc angel scofbng:
The Door die mu,e-wi,h starving gaze
Ga co.n-ships in The offing.
Be pitiful, 0 Geo
We meet :ngether q; the feast
To prigate mifih befcke US
We stare down in the wine-c cup. lest
Some vacant chair should shake US!
We same delight, anc pledge ii round
$. II shall oe ours tomorrow"
God's seraphs! Dc your voices sound
As sad in naming sorrow?
Be pitifa!, Q God
We sit together, with the skies,
The steudfsst skies, above US:
We look into each others eyes
"AnJ how long will you love us?"
The eyes grew din with prophecy,
The voices low and breathless--
"Till death MS patio words, TO 5o
Our best for love the deathlessi
Be pitfui, dear God,
We tremble by the harmless bed
OF one loved and departed
Our tears drop on the lips that said
Las, night, Be stronger hearted. !"
o God-to clasp those fingers close,
And yet to feel so lonely.
TO see light OH dearest brows,
Which il The daylight only!
Be pi,iful, Q God
The happy children come TO us,
And look up in our faces:
They ask us-Was it thus, and thus,
When we were in their places?
We cannot speak: we see anew
The hills we used 10 live in;
And feel our mothers smile press through
Be pitifal, o asd
We pray together at the kirk,
For mercy, mercy, solely
Hands weary with the evil work,
We lilt Them TO the Holy!
The corpse is calm below our knee
lis spirit, bright before Thee
Between them, worse than either, VIC
Without the rest or glory!
Be pitiul, o God
We leaye the communing Of men,
The murmur Of the passions;
And live alone, 10 live again
With endless generations.
Are we go brave The sea and sky
In silence liit their mirrors
And, glassed therein, orr spirits high
Recoi from their own ,errors.
Be pitifu!, 0 God
We sit on bills or childhood wist,
Woods, hamlets, streams, beholding!
The sun Strikes through the far;hest mis.,
The city's spire to golden.
The ci,y's gelden spire il WAS,
When hope and health were strongest,
But now i, is the church-yard grass.
Weiook upoa the longest.
Be pitiful, Q God
As soon all vision waxeih dull
Men whisper, He is DYING"
We cry no more, " Be pitifulw
We have no strength for crying.
No strength, no need Then, Soul Of mine,
Look up and triumph rather
Lo! In the depth Of Gods Divine,
The Son adjures the Father
BE e,rIruL, o COP!