And slashed where the wielders little recked?
No; Justice gives the walls and roof,
—To palsied hands a cancelled deed,
Rebuking with a stern reproof
A son’s unfilial, shameless greed.
But love that made that old home warm,
And hope that made all labor sweet,
The glow of peace that shamed the storm
And melted on the pane the sleet;
And faith and truth and loving hearts