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Pelagius

    By Algernon Charles Swinburne



I.
    The sea shall praise him and the shores bear part
    That reared him when the bright south world was black
    With fume of creeds more foul than hell’s own rack,
    Still darkening more love’s face with loveless art
    Since Paul, faith’s fervent Antichrist, of heart
    Heroic, haled the world vehemently back
    From Christ’s pure path on dire Jehovah’s track,
    And said to dark Elisha’s Lord, ‘Thou art.’
    But one whose soul had put the raiment on
    Of love that Jesus left with James and John
    Withstood that Lord whose seals of love were lies,
    Seeing what we see how, touched by Truth’s bright rod,
    The fiend whom Jews and Africans called God
    Feels his own hell take hold on him, and dies.

II.
    The world has no such flower in any land,
    And no such pearl in any gulf the sea,
    As any babe on any mother’s knee.
    But all things blessed of men by saints are banned:
    God gives them grace to read and understand
    The palimpsest of evil, writ where we,
    Poor fools and lovers but of love, can see
    Nought save a blessing signed by Love’s own hand.
    The smile that opens heaven on us for them
    Hath sin’s transmitted birthmark hid therein:
    The kiss it craves calls down from heaven a rod.
    If innocence be sin that Gods condemn,
    Praise we the men who so being born in sin
    First dared the doom and broke the bonds of God.

III.
    Man’s heel is on the Almighty’s neck who said,
    Let there be hell, and there was hell on earth.
    But not for that may men forget their worth
    Nay, but much more remember them who led
    The living first from dwellings of the dead,
    And rent the cerecloths that were wont to engirth
    Souls wrapped and swathed and swaddled from their birth
    With lies that bound them fast from heel to head.
    Among the tombs when wise men all their lives
    Dwelt, and cried out, and cut themselves with knives,
    These men, being foolish, and of saints abhorred,
    Beheld in heaven the sun by saints reviled,
    Love, and on earth one everlasting Lord
    In every likeness of a little child.



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From "A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems"


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