Living

Converters

by Walter Savage Landor 1775–1864

From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)

Living

All trifle life away; the light and grave
Trifle it equally. If 'twere at home
'Twere well; but they are busy too abroad.
They loudly cry, " Take not God's name in vain,"
And call God down to punish all he hates:
The fools are fewer than the hypocrites;
And yet the fools are Legion.
Viper brood!
Denounced by Him, the gentle and the pure,
Whom your trangressions persecute, look up
And read the tables of eternal law.
Idlers, and worse than idlers, ye collect
Pebbles and shells along the Bed Sea coast,
Horeb and Sinai standing close before,
And you not looking from above the sands!

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