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Poem by Arthur Conan Doyle


«The Guards Came Through» (1919). 12. The Bigot


The foolish Roman fondly thought
	That gods must be the same to all,
Each alien idol might be brought
	Within their broad Pantheon Hall.
The vision of a jealous Jove
	Was far above their feeble ken;
They had no Lord who gave them love,
	But scowled upon all other men.

But in our dispensation bright,
	What noble progress have we made!
We know that we are in the light,
	And outer races in the shade.
Our kindly creed ensures us this—
	That Turk and infidel and Jew
Are safely banished from the bliss
	That's guaranteed to me and you.

The Roman mother understood
	That, if the babe upon her breast
Untimely died, the gods were good,
	And the child's welfare manifest.
With tender guides the soul would go
	And there, in some Elysian bower,
The tiny bud plucked here below
	Would ripen to the perfect flower.

Poor simpleton! Our faith makes plain
	That, if no blest baptismal word
Has cleared the babe, it bears the stain
	Which faithless Adam had incurred.
How philosophical an aim!
	How wise and well-conceived a plan
Which holds the new-born babe to blame
	For all the sins of early man!

Nay, speak not of its tender grace,
	But hearken to our dogma wise:
Guilt lies behind that dimpled face,
	And sin looks out from gentle eyes.
Quick, quick, the water and the bowl!
	Quick with the words that lift the load!
Oh, hasten, ere that tiny soul
	Shall pay the debt old Adam owed!

The Roman thought the souls that erred
	Would linger in some nether gloom,
But somewhere, sometime, would be spared
	To find some peace beyond the tomb.
In those dark halls, enshadowed, vast,
	They flitted ever, sad and thin,
Mourning the unforgotten past
	Until they shed the taint of sin.

And Pluto brooded over all
	Within that land of night and fear,
Enthroned in some dark Judgment Hall,
	A god himself, reserved, austere.
How thin and colourless and tame!
	Compare our nobler scheme with it,
The howling souls, the leaping flame,
	And all the tortures of the pit!

Foolish half-hearted Roman hell!
	To us is left the higher thought
Of that eternal torture cell
	Whereto the sinner shall be brought.
Out with the thought that God could share
	Our weak relenting pity sense,
Or ever condescend to spare
	The wretch who gave Him just offence!

'Tis just ten thousand years ago
	Since the vile sinner left his clay,
And yet no pity can he know,
	For as he lies in hell to-day
So when ten thousand years have run
	Still shall he lie in endless night.
O God of Love! O Holy One!
	Have we not read Thy ways aright?

The godly man in heaven shall dwell,
	And live in joy before the throne,
Though somewhere down in nether hell
	His wife or children writhe and groan.
From his bright Empyrean height
	He sees the reek from that abyss—
What Pagan ever dreamed a sight
	So holy and sublime as this!

Poor foolish folk! Had they begun
	To weigh the myths that they professed,
One hour of reason and each one
	Would surely stand a fraud confessed.
Pretending to believe each deed
	Of Theseus or of Hercules,
With fairy tales of Ganymede,
	And gods of rocks and gods of trees!

No, no, had they our purer light
	They would have learned some saner tale
Of Balaam's ass, or Samson's might,
	Or prophet Jonah and his whale,
Of talking serpents and their ways,
	Through which our foolish parents strayed,
And how there passed three nights and days
	Before the sun or moon was made!

O Bigotry, you crowning sin!
	All evil that a man can do
Has earthly bounds, nor can begin
	To match the mischief done by you—
You, who would force the source of love
	To play your small sectarian part,
And mould the mercy from above
	To fit your own contracted heart. 



Arthur Conan Doyle


Arthur Conan Doyle's other poems:
  1. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 5. The Guns in Sussex
  2. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 4. A Post-Impressionist
  3. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 14. The Banner of Progress
  4. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 4. Haig Is Moving. August 1918
  5. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 13. Compensation


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