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Ballads and Lyrics of Socialism 1883-1908 . Nesbit, E. (Edith), 1858–1924.
page: 52

A Choice

  • THE flood of utter change is loosed. A space
  • Is ours yet, for its coming to prepare.
  • Shall we build dams with cautious, clumsy care,
  • Or stand with idle hands and frightened face,
  • And so be whirled all broken from our place,
  • Or perish with the dams we builded there?
  • Or shall we dig a broad, deep channel, where
  • Most fields may feel the flood's benign embrace?
  • Thus turned ’twill be a calm majestic flood
  • Of plenty, peace, and fertilising power,
  • Whose banks fresh flowers of love and joy shall deck.
  • Oppose it: at the inevitable hour,
  • Tumultuous, black with ruin, red with blood,
  • ’Twill come—and you shall have no chance but wreck!