The Story of Promise

O earth , lay off your dustiness.The powdered blight of desolationSweeps far and covers every nation.But here beneath this crust of mortal conflictNew earth survives—New water-springs arise,And in the deep dark pitWhere dragons' clawsHave made a hollow,Green grasses growAnd reeds and rushes blow,And the song of a swallow.The clutch of waste and emptiness is staidBy the beauty of the promiseThat every mortal throeAnd transient showOf misery shall be abolished.New earth,New birthReveal the Master-hand of gloryPainting out all bitterness—And painting in the lovely story.

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