The Secret Key and Other Verses

“But the Greatest of These is Charity”

(FOR THE HOSPITAL)

George Essex Evans


WHITE faces turn to us again
    Sad eyes from out their veils of clay:
Strength stricken low, and hopeless pain,
                Haunt us to-day.

Their wild eyes burn across our sleep:
    They haunt us in the busy throng
With silent eloquence, more deep
                Than word or song.

Give: we are pawns upon the board;
    We see not how Fate’s dice are thrown.
The life swung by a trembling cord
                Might be your own.

Give: ’twill be meted back to thee
    When Death who waits, soe’er we roam,
Withdraws the veil that we may see
                The Lights of Home.


The Secret Key and Other Verses - Contents


Back    |    Words Home    |    George Essex Evans Home    |    Site Info.    |    Feedback