The smoke of burning temples shall ascend,
With none to intercept the savoury fume,
Straight upward to my honoured Friend."
Or does your heart admit, in hours like these,
God is not mocked with words; His judgment stands;
Nor all the waters of His cleansing seas
Can wash the blood-guilt from your hands?
Make your account with Him as best you can.
What other hope has this New Year to give?
For outraged earth has laid on you a ban