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C J Dennis - Loneliness
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A lonely soul . . . According to her lights
   She has lived on, mid all our worldly strife,
Thro` that procession of mad days and nights
   That most men lay to waste, and call it life.
And men have smiled a little, too, may be,
At what they deem her eccentricity.

"This have we done, and this," the proud souls cry;
   "In pomp and pageantry vast riches spent,
Builded cathedrals yearning to the sky,
   And scattered gold for God`s aggrandisement,
That we may be immortalised on earth
In monuments to our undying worth.

"This we have done, and this; for we were just;
   Captained great armies for the Lord of Hosts,
Left erring brothers bleeding in the dust,
   Our enemies -- and His.  The worldling boasts;
And, boasting, dies to seek a meek reward
From a remote and half-envisioned Lord."

A lonely woman in an empty church
   Upholding faith with humble prayer and song. . . .
Oh, that we groundlings had the eyes to search
   And find - not emptiness, but here a throng
Invisible.  Poor prideful minds, `tis we
Who know earth`s bitter loneliness -- not she.
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