THE CATACLYSM

In Wilson we beheld and proudly hailed

The World's Deliverer. In him, we saw

A luminous being rise from earth and draw

All lands above the clouds. We were regaled

With justice cascades flow, long ice impaled

Upon high mountains. Was not Nature's thaw

From his heart heat for truth, Eternal Law?

His was the heat of all the stars, he scaled.

Though his ascension was like Christ's, sublime

With lift of continents and every isle,

He, less than Christ, succumbed to Demon Guile.

Oh, God, that he should drop his mountain climb

Below sea-level, and let earth the while,

Fall back and settle in Primeval Slime!