| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XV. Protest
‘Why this waste?’ | | By John White Chadwick (1840–1904) |
| | | THAT eyes which pierced our inmost being through; | |
| That lips which pressed into a single kiss, | |
| It seemed, a whole eternity of bliss; | |
| That cheeks which mantled with love’s rosy hue; | |
| That feet which wanted nothing else to do | 5 |
| But run upon love’s errands, this and this; | |
| That hands so fair they had not seemed amiss | |
| Reached down by angels through the deeps of blue;— | |
| That all of these so deep in earth should lie | |
| While season after season passeth by; | 10 |
| That things which are so sacred and so sweet | |
| The hungry roots of tree and plant should eat! | |
| Oh for one hour to see as Thou dost see, | |
| My God, how great the recompense must be! | | | | |
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