He shall not come to conquest,The conquest of kings,But in the bare stableHe shall judge all things.
Innkeeper's wife, singing a song of prophecies.
Perhaps 'tis not strictly in accordance with the evidence ... but even the damned may salute the eloquence of Mr. Webster.Stephen Vincent Benét
Outcasts of war, misfits, rebellious souls,Seekers of some vague kingdom in the stars —They hide out in the hills and stir up trouble,Call themselves prophets, too, and prophesyThat something new is coming to the world,The Lord knows what!Well, it's a long time coming,And, meanwhile, we're the wheat between the stones.Stephen Vincent Benét
Something begins, begins;Starlit and sunlit, something walks abroadIn flesh and spirit and fire.Something is loosed to change the shaken world.Stephen Vincent Benét
God pity us indeed, for we are human,And do not always seeThe vision when it comes, the shining change,Or, if we see it, do not follow it,Because it is too hard, too strange, too new,Too unbelievable, too difficult,Warring too much with common, easy ways,And now I know this, standing in this light,Who have been half alive these many years,Brooding on my own sorrow, my own pain,Saying "I am a barren bough. ExpectNor fruit nor blossom from a barren bough."Stephen Vincent Benét
I see that I've said something you don't like,Something uncouth and bold and terrifying,And yet, I'll tell you this:It won't be till each one of us is willing,Not you, not me, but every one of us,To hang upon a cross for every manWho suffers, starves and dies,Fight his sore battles as they were our own,And help him from the darkness and the mire,That there will be no crosses and no tyrants,No Herods and no slaves.Stephen Vincent Benét
We are the earth his word must sow like wheatAnd, if it finds no earth, it cannot grow.We are his earth, the mortal and the dying,Led by no star — the sullen and the slut,The thief, the selfish man, the barren woman,Who have betrayed him once and will betray him,Forget his words, be great a moment's spaceUnder the strokes of chance,And then sink back into our small affairs.And yet, unless we go, his message fails.Stephen Vincent Benét