Menken, Adah Isaacs
Stand back, ye Philistines!
Practice what ye preach to me;
I heed ye not, for I know ye all.
Ye are living burning lies, and profanation to the garments
ments which with stately steps ye sweep your marble
Your places of Sin, around which the damning evidence
of guilt hangs like a reeking vapor.
I would pass up the golden road of the world.
A place in the ranks awaits me.
I know that ye are hedged on the borders of my path.
Lie and tremble, for ye well know that I hold with iron
grasp the battle axe.
Creep back to your dark tents in the valley.
Slouch back to your haunts of crime.
Ye do not know me, neither do ye see me.
But the sword of the mouth is unsealed, and ye coil
yourselves in slime and bitterness at my feet.
I mix your jeweled heads, and your gleaming eyes, and
your hissing tongues with the dust.22My garments shall bear no mark of ye.
When I shall return this sword to the angel, your four
blood will not stain its edge.
It will glimmer with the light of truth, and the strong
arm shall rest.