Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE WHITE HEARSE, by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT


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First Line: Death, I have walked with you through summer days
Last Line: Discards the life, and builds on blood its wealth.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies


Death, I have walked with you through summer days,
Bright summer days, life leaping to its prime;
When fields laughed innocent of harvest time,
And you were banished from sweet country ways
Pelted with blossoms; -- prone, yet strong to raise
Your head and, like your fallen parent, climb
To hellish rule in city streets. Whose crime,
The myriad children each fair Summer slays?
Man's work, this is, not God's. Him we forget,
Housing our brethren like beasts of the soil,
Of beauty stripped, of smiles, of youth, of health.
The curse of slavery is with us yet;
Which uses without love, accepts the toil,
Discards the life, and builds on blood its wealth.





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