Rubén Darío,
Eleven Poems
(1916)
“ Slaughterers of ideals with the violence of fate Have cast man in the darkness of labyrinths intricate To be the prey and carnage of hounds of war and hate. Lord Christ! for what art waiting to come in all Thy might And stretch Thy hands of radiance over these wolves of night, And spread on high Thy banners and lave the world with light? Swiftly arise and pour Life's essence lavishly On souls that crazed with hunger, or sad, or maddened be, Who tread the paths of blindness forgetting the dawn and Thee. ”

