In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

There came one who spoke of the shame of Jerusalem And the holy places defiled; Peter the Hermit, scourging with words. And among his hearers were a few good m…

Our age is an age of moderate virtue And moderate vice

What have we to do but stand with empty hands and palms turned upwards in an age which advances progressively backwards?