Amos Niven Wilder,
Ode in a German Cemetery
“ That generation unto generation still Contrives to will. Errors, obscenities and passions breed, With germs of violence rife, As in a culture fitted to that end In human life, Nor need man to their breeding his impulsion lend. ”
Amos Niven Wilder,
Ode in a German Cemetery
“ These in all lands, all times, all causes, these That law by innocence appease; By their sublime attractiveness they win The world from its fatality of sin, And from the common lot Desiring no exemption, Their blamelessness with mighty power is fraught When joined with pain, For so Redemption, Redemption lifts its mighty cross again! ”
Amos Niven Wilder,
Ode in a German Cemetery
“ E'en the wild beasts forgo their lust for blood, Fleeing in panic through a blazing wood. . . . . Mysterious is the lot of common lives Lost in the mass, Anonymous as leaves or blades of grass In the thick verdure of humanity, And inexistent to the powers that be ”
