Tears!—And I brought them to the Lord, and said:

"What are these crystal globes by nations shed?

What is the crimson flood that stains the land?

Where is Thy peace, and where Thy guiding hand?

Why are those thousands daily sacrificed?

Where is Thy might, and where the love of Christ?"

And from the heavens methought I heard a voice—

"Oh son of earth, I bid thee still rejoice!

Those crystal tears by men and nations shed

Water My harvest, sanctify My dead.

That crimson flood which stains the hapless earth

Is but the prelude to a nobler birth.

Those thousands, who for home have gladly died,

Sleep in the hope of Jesus crucified.

Flesh, Blood, and Water, Little Child of Mine,

Veil in their depths a Mystery divine."

I bowed my head, and prayed for faith to see

The inner visions of Calamity!

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