Supremacy

Forgive them, Father, said our gentle Lord—Unknowing what they do—and to the adored,Whose mercy he had daily lived to prove,Rose that pure message of transcendent love.Even his deriders, moribund to ruth,Faltered, belike, in tirades all unmeet,Touched by the power of unremembered Truth,So swift to chide the wrath of hasty feet.And who may tell how far—and wide—forever,Will echo, and re-echo, his blest words,Healing the vain delusions that dissever,And changing into plowshares one-time swords?Thus surely Love, true solvent of disaster,Reveals supreme—the Science of our Master.

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