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 Hath your God no rod, That ye tread so light? Man on us as God, God as man hath trod, Trod us down with might.

We that one by one Bleed from either's rod. What for us hath done Man beneath the sun, What for us hath God?

We whose blood is food Given your wealth to feed, From the Christless rood Red with no God's blood, But with man's indeed;

How shall we that see Nightlong overhead Life, the flowerless tree, Nailed whereon as we Were our fathers dead—

We whose ear can hear, Not whose tongue can name, Famine, ignorance, fear,