A SENSE of life as mortal breath,
Bound in a few uncertain years,
Waiting, expectant for some death,
Walking in bondage to our fears.
A heritage of error's curse,
A daily round of want and pain,
A blind search through the universe
For God, that seeks him yet in vain.
Our hand against our brother turned,
Our heart abandoned to its greed,
Sweet pity in our hatred burned
And love debased where it should lead.
