| Show A Hero HE was a poet an and lofty themes In his his' noble songs found birth And the worshiping people whispered that he Was too good for this sinful earth And bent to the ground to kiss the hem Of his garment as he passed by And treasured his smile as the smile of God And wept at his very sigh Blind souls I could they view him with unveiled eyes Would they haste from his shrine away away away- D Did d they know that the god whom they worshiped so Was an all idol with feet of clay An idol yet idol yet filled with a human soul And thrilled with a human heart heart- Who could touch the black from the worlds world's worst crimes With his quickened tears that start Oh who can feel all the joys of life Till he listens the funeral knell And who can sing of the sweets of Heaven Till he tastes from the dregs of Hell Through the half stained windows of his soul He searched in the dark abyss And measured the distance from Heaven to Hell From the other world to this His eloquence e a shining stair To the foot of the gods god's great throne And he pictured the things that he hoped would be beNot beNot be- be Not the things that his soul had known I IThe The wretched and sinful came to his door For he never would turn them away And he reaped the worlds world's homage and praise just because He could love and f forgive such as they I I II Annie Pike I I |
