Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — To Damascus
(1920)
“ From the priests of the city, the chiefs of the town (The lords with the sword, and the sires with the gown) , To harry the Christians, and trample, and drown, And waste them like water. He was ever a fighter, this son of the Jews— A fighter in earnest; And the Lord took delight in the strength of his thews, For He knew he was one of the few He could choose To fight out His battles and carry His news Of a marvellous truth through the dark and the dews, And the desert lands furnaced! ”
