by Amelia Josephine Burr
Is all our world upon a counter laid?
That is their taunt who say they know us well.
Then, like true merchants, let us to our trade;
What wares has God to sell?
A world at liberty, a path made clear
For steadfast justice and enduring peace,
Nations released forever from the fear
Of evil days like these—
A sound investment! but . . . the price is high.
Long-hoarded wealth in ruin, flame and steel,
Death lurking in the sea and in the sky—
What say you? Shall we deal?
Shall we know terror, shall our strong ones fall
That others' children, fearless in the sun,
May see our visions and accomplish all
That we must leave undone?
We take thy bargain, Master of the Mart.
Though we may flinch, we cannot turn away.
Send thy resistless fire upon our heart
And make us strong to pay.
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