The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 12
On Whom the Evils of War Fall
On Whom the Evils of War Fall.
That undistinguishing and dreadful storm
Beats heaviest on th' exposed innocent,
And they that stir its fury, while it raves,
Stand at safe distance, send their mandates forth
Unto the mortal ministers that wait
To do their bidding. Oh! who then regards
The widow's tear, the friendless orphan's cry,
And Famine, and the ghastly train of woes
That follow at the dogged heels of War?
They, in the pomp and pride of victory
Rejoicing, o'er the desolated earth,
As at an altar wet with human blood,
And flaming with the fires of cities burnt,
Sing their mad hymns of triumph—hymns to God,—
O'er the destruction of his precious works!
Hymns to the Father, o'er his slaughtered sons!"