The Iron Crags

Upon the iron crags of War I heard his terrible daughters     In battle speak while at their feet,     In gulfs of human waters,     A voice, intoning, "Where is God?" in ceaseless sorrow beat:     And to my heart, in doubt, I said,     "God? God's above the storm!     O heart, be brave, be comforted,     And keep your hearth-stone warm     For her who breasts the storm     God's Peace, the fair of form."     I heard the Battle Angels cry above the slain's red mountains,     While from their wings the lightnings hurled     Of Death's destroying fountains,     And thunder of their revels rolled around the ruined world:     Still to my heart, in fear, I cried,     "God? God is watching there!     My heart, oh, keep the doorway wide     Here in your House of Care,     For her who wanders there,     God's Peace, with happy hair."     The darkness and the battle passed: and rushing on wild pinions     The hosts of Havoc shrieked their hate     And fled to Hell's dominions,     And, lo! I heard, out in the night, a knocking at the gate:     And one who cried aloud to me:     "The night and storm are gone!     Oh, open wide the door and see     Who waits here in the dawn!     Peace, with God's splendor on     Back to the sad world drawn!"