This Evil Day

Age after age, hast Thou, O Lord, sent Thy messengers into this pitiless
  world, who have left their word: ‘Forgive all. Love all. Cleanse your hearts
  from the blood-red stains of hatred.’
Adorable are they, ever to be remembered; yet from the outer door have I
  turned them away to-day-this evil day with unmeaning salutation.
Have I not seen secret malignance strike down the helpless under the cover of
  hypocritical night?
Have I not heard the silenced voice of Justice weeping in solitude at might’s
  defiant outrages?
Have I not seen in what agony reckless youth, running mad, has vainly
  shattered its life against insensitive rocks?
Choked is my voice, mute are my songs to-day, and darkly my world lies
  imprisoned in a dismal dream; and I ask Thee, O Lord, in tears: ‘Hast Thou
  Thyself forgiven, hast even Thou loved those who are poisoning Thy air,
  and blotting out Thy light?’