[BNP/E3, 77 – 82]

Death of God.

Convention.

Mother of slaves and fools, Thou who dost hold

Within Thine iron chains enslaved mankind,

Old in Thy yoke and in their slavery blind,

Harden'd to grief and woe, corrupt and cold,

But in the craven following, as of old,

Of those old ways, unwise, unfirm, unkind,

Bound ever in the animal bonds that bind

Fish, bird and beast in flock and herd and fold.

The light hath fallen of many a cherished name,

And many a land of love hath been the nurse,

But man's worn heart is evermore the same ­-

Unwilling ever to shake off the curse,

Woe self‑inflicted, and the time‑grown shame

That loads the weary, lightless universe.

Alexander Search.

November, 1905.