Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер)

Kings

(For the Rev. James B. Dollard)

The Kings of the earth are men of might,
And cities are burned for their delight,
And the skies rain death in the silent night,
And the hills belch death all day!
But the King of Heaven, Who made them all,
Is fair and gentle, and very small;
He lies in the straw, by the oxen’s stall --
Let them think of Him to-day!

1. Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.
2. Gates and Doors
3. In Memory of Rupert Brooke
4. Queen Elizabeth Speaks
5. Alarm Clocks

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