O WORLD, be nobler, for her sake!
If she but knew thee what thou art,
What wrongs are borne, what deeds are done
In thee, beneath thy daily sun,
Know'st thou not that her tender heart
For pain and very shame would break?
O World, be nobler, for her sake!
More verses by Robert Laurence Binyon
- Ode For September
- On A Figure Of Justice With Bound Eyes
- On The Hills
- One Year Old
- Orphans Of Flanders