Where There Is No Vision The People Perish.
Spare us, Lord, that last, that dreariest ill! Thy wrath's grim thunder, and thy lightning-scorn For our iniquity, that we have worn Soft as a grace, these, if it be thy will, But not unsouled darkness! Not the chill Dead air, in which men move a while forlorn And swiftly fail! Oh, break us, make us mourn With tears of blood, but let us see thee still! For we have visioned thee! Once, long ago, O'er sea and wilderness a cloud of fire. Thou led'st us forth; 'mid many a shame and woe. We still have dreamed apocalypse; at last. Ah, go not out, thou Flame of all the past! Burn, thou bright Ardor, burn, thou great Desire!
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"Spare us, Lord, that last, that dreariest ill!..."
This evocative piece by Margaret Steele Anderson, titled "Where There Is No Vision The People Perish.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...