IF luscious fruit begat of tree
Beget but its own dam the tree,
May weal of Man begat of woe
Beget aught else for him but woe?
Since blood-red dawn of fateful day
This Brute-Divine saw light of day,
Whilst God in man, sees Right from Wrong,
'Tis Brute in him, to right a wrong,
That spills the blood of brother man
And stills the Voice of God in man!