Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CHRIST AT EIGHT, by ERNEST HARTSOCK


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First Line: Little boy, gentle boy
Last Line: To slay them all in battle!
Subject(s): Jesus Christ; Social Protest; Soldiers; War; Youth


Little boy, gentle boy,
Why so desolate?
Has Heaven's proselyting joy
Converted you to hate?

Little lad with lips that lace
Like a butterfly,
Has that amaranth your face
Learned that flowers die?

Why do you look so quaintly wise,
Gold-haired little Master?
What sunken shadow traps your eyes
In delicate disaster?

Little lad, have Heaven's guns
Hushed your earnest prattle?—
Who told you, Lad, God raises sons
To slay them all in battle!





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