Messina, 1908
 
Lord, Thou hast crushed Thy tender ones, o’er-thrown
   Thy strong, Thy fair; Thy man thou hast unmanned,
Thy elaborate works unwrought, Thy deeds undone,
   Thy lovely sentient human plan unplanned;
Destroyer, we have cowered beneath Thine own
 
Lord, thou hast hastened to retrieve, to heal,
   To feed, to bind, to clothe, to quench the brand,
To prop the ruin, to bless, and to anneal;
   Hast sped Thy ships by sea, Thy trains by land,
Shed pity and tears:—our shattered fingers feel
   Thy mediate and intelligible hand.


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