| Resources Relating to|
BY VOLTAIRINE DE CLEVRE.
Pale, ghostly Vision from the coffined years,
- Planting the cross with thy world wandering feet,
- Stern Watcher through the centuries' storm and beat.
In those sad eyes, between those grooves of tears,
- Those eyes like caves where sunlight never dwells
- And stars but dimly shine, stand sentinels
That watch with patient hope, through weary days,
- That somewhere, sometime, He indeed may "come,"
And thou at last find thee a resting-place,
- Blast-driven leaf of Man, within the tomb.
Aye, they have cursed thee with the bitter curse,
- And driven thee with scourges o'er the world ;
- Tyrants have crushed thee, Ignorance has hurled
Its black anathema;—but Death's pale hearse
- That bore them graveward, passed thee silently,
- And vainly didst thou stretch thy hands and cry:
"Take me instead"; not yet for thee the time,
- Not yet—not yet; thy bruised and mangled limbs
Must still drag on, still feed the Vulture, Crime.
- With bleeding flesh, till rust its steel beak dims.
Aye, "till He come,"—He—Freedom, Justice, and Peace,
- Till then shah thou cry warning through the earth,
- Unheeding pain, untouched by death and birth.
Proclaiming "Woe, woe, woe," till men shall cease
- To seek for Christ within the senseless skies,
- And, joyous, find Him in each others' eyes.
Then shall be builded such a tomb for thee
- Shall beggar kings as diamonds outshine dew !
The Universal Heart of Man shall be
- The sacred urn of "the accursed Jew."
- Voltairine de Cleyre, “Ahasuerus,” The Open Court 8, no. 40 (October 4, 1894): 4246.