Poems, 1914-1919

<h3><SPAN name="DOSTOYEVSKY" id="DOSTOYEVSKY"></SPAN>DOSTOYEVSKY</h3> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">You</span> healed the sore, you made the fearful brave,<br/></span> <span class="i0">They bless you for your lasting legacy;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The balm, the tears, the fragrant charity<br/></span> <span class="i0">You sought and treasured in your living grave.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The gifts you humbly took you greatly gave,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For solace of the soul in agony,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When through the bars the brutal passions pry,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And mock the bonds of the celestial slave.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">You wandered in the uttermost abyss;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And there, amidst the ashes and the dust,<br/></span> <span class="i0">You spoke no word of anger or of pride;<br/></span> <span class="i0">You found the prints of steps divine to kiss;<br/></span> <span class="i0">You looked right upwards to the stars, you cried:<br/></span> <span class="i0">“<i>Hosanna to the Lord, for He is just.</i>”<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_038" id="page_038"></SPAN>{38}</span><br/></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />