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The Doom Of Hate Post by :bpwarrior Category :Poems Author :Edward Doyle Date :July 2011 Read :1951

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The Doom Of Hate

A spirit passed the Sun, the Moon and Star,
And dwelled and dreamed in darkness all its own.
The music of the spheres, though thither blown,
As faint as fragrance from a flower afar,
Disturbed this spirit's ear, attuned to jar
Of orb with orb; for hate of light, truth known,
Fashions hot worlds which, cooled to clay and stone,
Clash, rising toward calm Heaven, which they would mar.

Ah, if where love was not, he smiled elate,
His smile at God returned, a lightening flash
That shattered him. He saw his planets clash,
Burst and, then, by the downward law of hate,
Sink and leave not a single spark, nor ash,
For the new firmament he would create.

(The end)
Edward Doyle's poem: Doom Of Hate

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There are two darknesses; one where the Lord Hides beauty--that by which men know His face. All, in that darkness, feel His fingers trace Their features gently, and their hearts record The feeling, as of one, whose eyes, restored, Would see, but for the Father's close embrace. The other is the outer dark--a place Where hate turns black the light upon it poured. O God! the only darkness that I dread, Is