The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
A PrayerGrant Allen (18481899)
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On his stony breast are his white wings furled.
No ear to listen, no eye to see,
No heart to feel for a man hath he.
But his pitiless arm is swift to smite;
And his mute lips utter one word of might,
’Mid the clash of gentler souls and rougher,
‘Wrong must thou do, or wrong must suffer.’
Then grant, O dumb, blind god, at least that we
Rather the sufferers than the doers be.