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The Seer

. . . Then in the street quite suddenly
    The folks began to cry;
A crazy crowd they seemed to me,
    And only sane was I:
Yea, standing in the market place
Insanity in every face
    A saw and wondered why.

Aye, all at once the mob went mad,
    They wept, they wailed, they laughed.
And there I stood stock-still and sad,
    For everyone was daft.
For something strange was in the air,
A crazy germ from God knows where,
    A hell-erupting draught.

So I was chill because I knew,
    Being so clear of mind,
That now the end of all was due,
    And God would blast mankind.
To me alone was knowledge given
Of secrets  whispered in High Heaven . . .
    I saw where all were blind.

. . . Then like a flash the moment passed,
    And oh I was so glad.
Deferred was that destructive blast,
    Dear God compassion had.
Yet as I laughed aloud with glee,
A thousand eyes regarded  me,
    And deemed that I was mad.