A Curse For A Nation

I heard an angel speak last night,
  And he said 'Write!
Write a Nation's curse for me,
And send it over the Western Sea.'

I faltered, taking up the word:
  'Not so, my lord!
If curses must be, choose another
To send thy curse against my brother.

'For I am bound by gratitude,
  By love and blood,
To brothers of mine across the sea,
Who stretch out kindly hands to me.'

'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write
  My curse to-night.
From the summits of love a curse is driven,
As lightning is from the tops of heaven.'

'Not so,' I answered. 'Evermore
  My heart is sore
For my own land's sins: for little feet
Of children bleeding along the street:

'For parked-up honors that gainsay
  The right of way:
For almsgiving through a door that is
Not open enough for two friends to kiss:

'For love of freedom which abates
  Beyond the Straits:
For patriot virtue starved to vice on
Self-praise, self-interest, and suspicion:

'For an oligarchic parliament,
  And bribes well-meant.
What curse to another land assign,
When heavy-souled for the sins of mine?'

'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write
  My curse to-night.
Because thou hast strength to see and hate
A foul thing done within thy gate.'

'Not so,' I answered once again.
  'To curse, choose men.
For I, a woman, have only known
How the heart melts and the tears run down.'

'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write
  My curse to-night.
Some women weep and curse, I say
(And no one marvels), night and day.

'And thou shalt take their part to-night,
  Weep and write.
A curse from the depths of womanhood
Is very salt, and bitter, and good.'

So thus I wrote, and mourned indeed,
  What all may read.
And thus, as was enjoined on me,
I send it over the Western Sea.

The Curse

Because ye have broken your own chain
  With the strain
Of brave men climbing a Nation's height,
Yet thence bear down with brand and thong
  On souls of others, -- for this wrong
  This is the curse. Write.

Because yourselves are standing straight
  In the state
Of Freedom's foremost acolyte,
Yet keep calm footing all the time
  On writhing bond-slaves, -- for this crime
  This is the curse. Write.

Because ye prosper in God's name,
  With a claim
To honor in the old world's sight,
Yet do the fiend's work perfectly
  In strangling martyrs, -- for this lie
  This is the curse. Write.

Ye shall watch while kings conspire
Round the people's smouldering fire,
  And, warm for your part,
Shall never dare -- O shame!
To utter the thought into flame
  Which burns at your heart.
  This is the curse. Write.

Ye shall watch while nations strive
With the bloodhounds, die or survive,
  Drop faint from their jaws,
Or throttle them backward to death;
And only under your breath
  Shall favor the cause.
  This is the curse. Write.

Ye shall watch while strong men draw
The nets of feudal law
  To strangle the weak;
And, counting the sin for a sin,
Your soul shall be sadder within
  Than the word ye shall speak.
  This is the curse. Write.

When good men are praying erect
That Christ may avenge His elect
  And deliver the earth,
The prayer in your ears, said low,
Shall sound like the tramp of a foe
  That's driving you forth.
  This is the curse. Write.

When wise men give you their praise,
They shall praise in the heat of the phrase,
  As if carried too far.
When ye boast your own charters kept true,
Ye shall blush; for the thing which ye do
  Derides what ye are.
  This is the curse. Write.

When fools cast taunts at your gate,
Your scorn ye shall somewhat abate
  As ye look o'er the wall;
For your conscience, tradition, and name
Explode with a deadlier blame
  Than the worst of them all.
  This is the curse. Write.

Go, wherever ill deeds shall be done,
Go, plant your flag in the sun
  Beside the ill-doers!
And recoil from clenching the curse
Of God's witnessing Universe
  With a curse of yours.
  This is the curse. Write.

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