Voices - Poem by Victor Daley
There are three mighty Voices that alway
Cry out to God to speed His Judgment Day.
The Voice of Devils, weary long ago
Of dragging souls to Everlasting Woe.
The Voice of Saints who hear, while anthems swell
In Heaven, the wail of sinners doomed to Hell.
The Voice of Man, sick of his desperate
Long throwing 'gainst the leaded dice of Fate.
All things are weary of the strife and stress,
In God alone is there no weariness?
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