Opus 1741

Phillip A. Ellis

Where goes love when love has failed,
   and where goes hope when fear becalms
   and it charms,
and when hearts have quailed?

The spirits are departing, quick
   to leave the lands in their mere
   of poisons, and their rapine fear-
stone is just stone, stick just stick.

Where is the hope of heart to heart
   alien perhaps, but given to love?
   The same, perhaps, as the hope that above
the gods will save us at last. It is dark

when driven from lands is life,
leaving to live--fear, greed, death, strife.

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