Gouldbourne Maynard, "The Changing Tide" (1927)
By Gouldbourne Maynard
After years of blindly groping
Through the midst of light we see,
Tiring of this useless hoping,
We dare to tread this moral sea.
On the verge of a racial abyss,
Goaded on by coated words;
Hot sparks fly and falling, hiss
As our plough shares turn to swords.
Submitting no more as our forefathers
Did in time of direst need,
Determined, as the great storm gathers,
Not a step must we recede.
Published in The Messenger, June 1927