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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/26916-8.txt b/26916-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8f3847 --- /dev/null +++ b/26916-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2621 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Song-waves, by Theodore H. Rand + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Song-waves + +Author: Theodore H. Rand + +Release Date: October 14, 2008 [EBook #26916] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONG-WAVES *** + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + + +[Frontispiece: Theodore H. Rand. _After a painting by J. W. L. Porter_] + + + + + +SONG-WAVES + + +BY + +THEODORE H. RAND + +D. C. L. + + +_Author of "At Minos Basin and other Poems," "A Treasury of Canadian +Verse."_ + + + + +TORONTO + +WILLIAM BRIGGS + +1900 + + + + + Entered according to Act of the + Parliament of Canada, in the year + one thousand nine hundred, by + EMELINE A. RAND, at the + Department of Agriculture. + + + + +CONTENTS. + + PAGE + +To EMELINE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13 + +SONG-WAVES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17 + A bird on sudden, as I write . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 + Above the scarred cliff's iron brow . . . . . . . . 23 + Across the hills the cattle call . . . . . . . . . . 39 + After the winds there is surcease . . . . . . . . . 24 + All day an ashen light serene . . . . . . . . . . . 55 + A quiet breath distils in calm . . . . . . . . . . . 33 + As on a hill-top near the sun . . . . . . . . . . . 46 + As turns my heart its crimson leaves . . . . . . . . 53 + + Break into flower, O garden fair . . . . . . . . . . 93 + + Calm soul, unkindled by the sight . . . . . . . . . 36 + Celestial sweetness swift outstrips . . . . . . . . 61 + + Dimly beheld, thou excellent . . . . . . . . . . . . 57 + Doubt flies before the truth that's quired . . . . . 28 + + Fair as the light on fire-tipt hills . . . . . . . . 58 + Far off and veiled it seems to me . . . . . . . . . 34 + Far up the brook, beyond the lin . . . . . . . . . . 78 + Filled oft with portents, oft withdrawn . . . . . . 25 + Frail Lucia of a mutual love . . . . . . . . . . . . 87 + Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood . . . . . . . . 49 + + Green tracery of fern to rust . . . . . . . . . . . 74 + + Hail, Mary, honored of the race . . . . . . . . . . 86 + Her steps fall sweet as summer rain . . . . . . . . 60 + Hope's clear blue eye is open wide . . . . . . . . . 82 + How swift soft-feathered Time sails on . . . . . . . 71 + + I dreamed I drew my parting breath . . . . . . . . . 80 + I feel the season's dreamy call . . . . . . . . . . 50 + If mighty angels fair and tall . . . . . . . . . . . 38 + I keep one picture in my heart . . . . . . . . . . . 52 + Immortal Love, immortal ruth . . . . . . . . . . . . 94 + Impressions vast and vague flow in . . . . . . . . . 19 + I see that power is not in art . . . . . . . . . . . 83 + I would enshrine in silvern song . . . . . . . . . . 13 + + Like oxeye daisies of the field . . . . . . . . . . 91 + Look now! The crested waters sleep . . . . . . . . 70 + Love bows herself in holy prayer . . . . . . . . . . 45 + Love's inspirations of the lyre . . . . . . . . . . 90 + + Man's highest word, as God's above . . . . . . . . . 44 + Men plow and sow while moves the sun . . . . . . . . 27 + My quickened sense can only plod . . . . . . . . . . 72 + + Never before has my ear heard . . . . . . . . . . . 56 + + O glorious light! Thy limpid wave . . . . . . . . . 85 + O June has lit her splendid lamp . . . . . . . . . . 32 + O patriot, ruler, leader great . . . . . . . . . . . 88 + O soul that art essential change . . . . . . . . . . 17 + Over the brow of lofty scar . . . . . . . . . . . . 69 + + Philosophy doth dig and draw . . . . . . . . . . . . 65 + Pure lily, open on the breast . . . . . . . . . . . 30 + + Revolving without rest and goal . . . . . . . . . . 31 + + Says one who with the sad condoles . . . . . . . . . 76 + Spirit of song, life's golden ray . . . . . . . . . 18 + Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood . . . . . . . . . . 47 + Superbest power with sweetness wed . . . . . . . . . 22 + Sure in this realm of Sense and Time . . . . . . . . 54 + Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee . . . . . . . . . . . 16 + + The bird of needle beak, and breast . . . . . . . . 29 + The flecks of gold that glorify . . . . . . . . . . 41 + The full ripe year, these maple hills . . . . . . . 79 + The ideal is a lifting sky . . . . . . . . . . . . . 42 + The infinite in grand repose . . . . . . . . . . . . 66 + The mirrored silence of this pool . . . . . . . . . 68 + The scarlet arch of evening fills . . . . . . . . . 63 + The sovereign law of human life . . . . . . . . . . 92 + The spirit firm and swelling soul . . . . . . . . . 43 + The sweep, O heart, of Love's account . . . . . . . 21 + The sword and spear and savage knife . . . . . . . . 89 + The "trees of God," the prophet said . . . . . . . . 40 + The world's a train at speeding rate . . . . . . . . 8l + There are no solitudes to view . . . . . . . . . . . 37 + There ever wakes an evil wraith . . . . . . . . . . 77 + This golden-browed September land . . . . . . . . . 51 + This tiny life, with exquisite wings . . . . . . . . 64 + Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell . . . . . . . 15 + 'Tis fit the bloodroot in white hood . . . . . . . . 20 + Two lives made one, the man and wife . . . . . . . . 67 + + Unnumbered traits shine in thy face . . . . . . . . 62 + Unveiled as kinsman, Love did seek . . . . . . . . . 84 + + Vast promise is the sea, and vast . . . . . . . . . 35 + + We talked of bird and flower and tree . . . . . . . 14 + What nature mirrors and reveals . . . . . . . . . . 73 + What though the sea-shell cheats the ear . . . . . . 75 + Who loveth not the elm tree fair . . . . . . . . . . 26 + With lathe of viewless hyaline . . . . . . . . . . . 59 + +THE WHITETHROAT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95 + +SUMMER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 97 + +GLORY-ROSES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100 + +THE WIND . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103 + +THE CRYSTAL SPRING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 104 + +AY ME! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111 + +THE YEARS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112 + +THE NOTE OF NATURE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 114 + +AT THE FORD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 117 + +REPOSE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120 + + + + +[Greek: _tà pánta e'n au'tô sunéstêken_.] (In Him all things hold +together.) + + + +{13} + + TO EMELINE. + + I would enshrine in silvern song + The charm that bore our souls along, + As in the sun-flushed days of summer + We felt the pulsings of nature's throng; + + When flecks of foam of flying spray + Smote white the red sun's torrid ray, + Or wimpling fogs toyed with the mountain, + Aërial spirits of dew at play; + + When hovering stars, poised in the blue, + Came down and ever closer drew; + Or, in the autumn air astringent, + Glimmered the pearls of the moonlit dew. + +{14} + + We talked of bird and flower and tree, + Of God and man and destiny. + The years are wise though days be foolish, + We said, as swung to its goal the sea. + + Our spirits knew keen fellowship + Of light and shadow, heart and lip; + The veil of Mâyâ grew transparent, + And hidden things came within our grip. + + And then we sang: "In Arcady + All hearts are born, thus happy-free, + Till film of sin shuts out the Vision + That is, and was, and that is to be." + +{15} + + Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell + To which our spirits rose and fell. + As drops of dew throb with the ocean, + We felt ourselves of His tidal swell. + + "Nature's enchantment is of Love,-- + Goodness, and truth, and beauty wove; + In Him all things do hold together, + And onward, upward to Him they move." + + And as we spake the full moon came, + A splendid globe in silver flame, + From out the dusky waste of waters, + Reposeful sped by His mighty name. + +{16} + + Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee + These Song-Waves from life's voiceful sea. + They ebb and flow with swift occasion, + Bearing rich freight, and perhaps debris. + + Each murmuring low its song apart + May hint a symphony of art, + Since under all, within, and over, + Is diapason of Love's great heart. + + For thee, as on the bridal day, + (Sweet our November as the May!) + Are joined in one our high communings; + So take them, dear, as thine own, I pray. + + TORONTO, 1900. + + + + +{17} + + SONG-WAVES + + O soul, that art essential change, + Bickering beams, a flutter strange, + Lightning of thought and gust of passion, + A silver thread in this mountain range; + + The waters of thy shimmering rill, + More real are they than granite hill; + Thy tremulous waves of mystic feeling + Nourish a life of enduring will. + + The sun and moon from spacious height, + And stars, may crumble into night; + Why shouldst thou cease to move forever, + A living glow of eternal light? + + + +{18} + + Spirit of Song, life's golden ray + That burneth in this house of clay, + Despite the stress of blast and tempest + To quench the flickering light and play; + + Rapture of seraphs bright thou art, + Yet kindlest in the human heart + The fluid soul's upbreathed emotion, + Whose light shines clear as a star apart,-- + + A fairer light of sweeter fame + Than science knows to praise or blame, + Wherein the soul has open vision, + And feels the glow of His holy flame. + + + +{19} + + Impressions vast and vague flow in + From Somewhat that to me is kin. + Shall I assemble them all careless + In the mind's garret or waste dust-bin? + + Nay. In solution in the soul's + Own hot equators, frosty poles, + I'll more and more their import cherish, + Their deeps on deeps to my shelving shoals. + + O heart, with tentacles in sea, + Like oral-disked anemone, + Taste thou the wine of shoreless oceans, + And feed on food that was meant for thee! + + + +{20} + + 'Tis fit the bloodroot in white hood + Should brave the parting winter's mood,-- + Come, thou, pale violet, streaked, sweet-scented, + Beside the runs of this tempered wood. + + I hunger for thy gentle face, + Sweetest of all the wildwood race! + O flower, at once ideal and essence, + Why stayest thou from thy wonted place? + + Thou art not dead? Nay, when death crept + Upon thy form, thy full life leapt + Defiance at the harsh destroyer, + And slept as seed! Thou hast overslept. + + + +{21} + + The sweep, O heart, of Love's account! + Hearken: "I am of life the Fount; + All are within My deeps of Being, + The toiling city, the sea, the mount. + + "Yea, when thou cleav'st the pillared tree, + Raisest the stone, I am with thee; + Darkness and light, flux and becoming, + Signal My presence, and ceaselessly. + + "Regard Me not as though afar; + Ope thine heart's eyes, and, lo, My Star + Burns 'neath Time's vesture, true Shekinah, + Centre and Soul of the things that are." + + + +{22} + + Superbest power with sweetness wed + The inner eye doth overspread, + And vasts of nature blend as beauty + Suffused with awe at the Fountain Head. + + The stream of power that floweth here + I see in pageant of the year, + Aye shimmering as light and shadow-- + A wonderment on the verge of fear! + + The world's not dead but animate, + And gives as free to mean as great; + Wealth of true power is not a kingdom + Of time and place, but the soul's estate. + + + +{23} + + Above the scarred cliff's iron brow + There speeds the fruitful crooked plow; + While on the soft west wind come odors + Of plumy pine and of balsam bough. + + Here at the base another sight-- + It ceaseth not by day nor night-- + Ormudz and Ahriman contending, + Destroyer dark and White Soul of light! + + Bared by life's ever beating brine, + The rocky bases that define + Of good and ill the place of meeting, + Be bugle-call to this heart of mine! + + + +{24} + + After the winds there is surcease; + Take courage, heart, and be at peace; + The printless beach, all combed and shining, + In beauty lies with its windrow fleece. + + Impetuous as a torrent's speed + White horses raced this watery mead, + With manes of chrysoprase aflowing, + Each neighing loud to its neighbour steed. + + The wastes that finger pebbly shores, + Unplowed by ship nor cut by oars, + His music wake as sweet as attar, + And flash in light as the heavenly floors. + + + +{25} + + Filled oft with portents, oft withdrawn, + My inward skies, from earliest dawn + To this full hour, have borne their witness + Of one who out of the darkness shone. + + The soul is dowered with awful things, + Mystic as sound of unseen wings,-- + The sense of God, of Law, of Duty, + Of Life, and Destiny. Signet rings + + Flash on these fingers of one hand-- + The Hand of God! The mean, the grand, + Tremble beneath the fearsome covert + Till lurid sky with the Rainbow's spanned. + + + +{26} + + Who loveth not the elm tree fair, + A fountain green in summer air, + Whose tremulous spray cools the faint meadow, + And croons to all of a careless care? + + It shades the city's paven way, + Where redbreast knows the white moon's ray; + It sentinels the moss-grown homestead, + And waits the men of a coming day. + + Its curving lines that fill the sight, + Like mellow meteor's path of light, + Or orbèd spring of walls of azure, + My spirit greet from the infinite. + + + +{27} + + Men plow and sow while moves the sun + Away, away from work begun; + Ofttimes they've heard "Seedtime and harvest + Are sure"--the word of the Sovereign One. + + We link our deeds with law supreme, + In field and flood, in wood and stream; + We test Omnipotence by labor, + And reap rewards of no idle dream. + + Obedience is the astringent wine + That's quaffed by strenuous souls and fine, + Of cloudy doubt the heavenly solvent, + The Christ's elixir of life divine. + + + +{28} + + Doubt flies before the truth that's quired + When earth in living green 's attired, + As ghosts before the daystar's rising,-- + The grass is ever God finger-spired. + + When life is low my awe-stirred soul + No vision has of nature's whole; + It would unsheathe a weapon naked + And cut the bands of divine control. + + The Nazarene knows no decrease,-- + He shed His beams on Rome and Greece! + O radiant is His word: Consider + The springing grass, and have rest and peace! + + + +{29} + + The bird of needle beak, and breast + Of orange flame, doth weave its nest + At tip of branch, a cradle swinging + To all the airs of the south and west. + + Who schooled thy needle to begin + Its forth and back and out and in, + Till plaited cot, a gourd-like pendant, + Shall temper winds to thy first of kin? + + Thy sun-bright mate, his joy to prove, + Flutes sweet his ardors from above. + O golden robin, skyey-nested, + Thou rockest safe in the arms of Love. + + + +{30} + + Pure lily, open on the breast + Of toiling waters' much unrest, + Thy simple soul mounts up in worship + Like ecstasy of a spirit blest! + + Thy wealth of ivory and gold, + All that thou hast, thou dost unfold! + Fixed in the unseen thy life breathes upward + A heavenly essence from out earth's mould. + + Now comes the chill and dusk of night,-- + Folds up thy precious gold and white! + Thy casket sinks within veiled bosom, + To ope the richer in morrow's light. + + + +{31} + + Revolving without rest and goal + The way of life of budding soul, + From seed to leaf and stalk, I see it, + From leaf to bloom and from bloom to whole. + + About the Daystar, God-indwelt, + It turneth to His influence felt, + Till, dusk beam-smitten into daylight, + It in the palpitant heavens doth melt. + + Lift, lift, ye gates of endless noons, + That entrance yield on God's own boons + Of liberty as law in fruitage, + And timeless months of transcendent Junes! + + + +{32} + + O June has lit her splendid lamp + In the broad meadow lush and damp, + Where loves the brook in loops to loiter, + And tufted vernal to pitch its camp! + + Last night she veiled the starlit sky, + And walked beside the brook so shy; + She took from out her beating bosom + A lighted orchis--and passed on high. + + At dawn July came o'er the hills-- + O light of eye and deep heart-thrills, + As she beheld the glowing orchis + Whose splendor now all the meadow fills! + + + +{33} + + A quiet breath distils in calm, + And fills the fields with honeyed balm; + It cools the rose's cheek, and rolleth + In drops of dew on the poppy's palm-- + + Each crystal globe filled full of fire, + And flashing like a color pyre, + All heavened beneath the eye of morning, + To sate the hunger of day's desire. + + O Breath divine, that form and hue, + And ecstasy of light and blue, + Gave to Orion and the Pleiads, + Thou hast begotten the orbs of dew. + + + +{34} + + Far-off and veiled it seems to me, + The face of yester dreamy sea, + That breathed so soft its shining waters + Pungent with odors of rosemary. + + No sculptured arabesque to-day, + But unhewn strength in mighty play, + That heaves the ship on bursting billow + And smites the cliff in its ancient way! + + Beneath its silken vestments beat + A lion heart of jungle heat; + Its couchant soul delights in battle + To fell the rock and to whelm the fleet. + + + +{35} + + Vast promise is the sea, and vast + Its pain. Its secret is held fast,-- + Now hope's wide open eye and sunny, + And now a weeping and wailing past. + + (I have a grievance unredrest + That stings my heart and rends my breast,-- + Perhaps _it_ gathers in its bosom + The sorrows wild of the world's opprest?) + + Deformity or pain unstrings + The music of the soul of things,-- + Ah, suns burn bright in eyes of panther, + And lightnings leap in the eagle's wings! + + + +{36} + + Calm soul, unkindled by the sight + Of open heavens at noon of night, + Thou'lt dread the fires of day of judgment + When roll the skies as a parchment slight. + + He waits not for that upward gaze-- + The world is full of judgment days; + And every night the page is written, + "An atheist," or "Behold he prays!" + + Ah, me! These lights so manifold, + So silvern new, so golden old, + Do witness swift, like fires of vengeance, + Against indifferent hearts and cold. + + + +{37} + + There are no solitudes to view, + The whole world lies in drop of dew; + From where it hangs all space is open; + It neighbors stars of the crystal blue. + + This open vision has my soul + Athrill with silent organ-roll + Of immanence divine, and feels it + Upgather all in harmonious whole,-- + + Deep waves of God's vast music clear, + That pulse one choral atmosphere + Of Love's concordant purposes, and + Fore-score the song of His golden year. + + + +{38} + + If mighty angels fair and tall, + Each robed as priestly seneschal, + On altar-suns burn incense daily, + As wheel the systems to Love's sweet call, + + Earth's sun is sure an altar-rose, + Abloom from dawn to day's bright close. + The mighty angel stoops above it + With pulsing wings, as it golden glows, + + To fan the incense-waves through space. + When buds the light or folds its grace, + He lifts erect his glorious stature, + Kindling the sky from his ruddy face. + + + +{39} + + Across the hills the cattle call, + As black the boding shadows fall; + Zigzag the lightning writes its message + That's thundered forth from the mountain wall. + + From out the overhanging frown + The loosened rain comes rattling down! + The swallow's gone, the daisy cowers-- + But joy to fields in their tan and brown! + + The burnished cypher of the sky + Now lets the loud-tongued thunder die. + Nature's delight, a timeless rapture, + Glows in her face and rekindled eye. + + + +{40} + + The "trees of God," the prophet said, + Great trees, with sap, and laurelled head; + Ay, trees of God! all strength, all beauty, + Wove by invisible Hand and thread,-- + + With anchors flexed as lissome withe; + With boles like mighty monolith; + These arms of brawn, outstretched in power + To brave the storms that would test their pith! + + Lords of the scene in blasts and calms, + The breath of life within their palms, + They rhythmic sway in choral murmur + While seas and suns chant their rolling psalms. + + + +{41} + + The flecks of gold that glorify + The forest floors to loving eye, + Withdraw from me,--a splendor lingers + On trees of God, in their crowns on high. + + And as the arch with stars is sprent, + I hear balm-dew from firmament + Drip richly from their whispering leafage + To soothe the fields to a sweet content. + + In bloom of dark they softly stir, + Till arrowy dawn the shadow-blur + Dispels--God's tingling kiss of morning + On oak and maple and pine and fir. + + + +{42} + + The ideal is a lifting sky + Wherein my soul may upward fly; + It moveth as I onward journey, + Solace of heart and the light of eye. + + Spirit to spirit! Thus is wrought + All that uplifts the world of thought + Or wings the soul with aspiration, + By which the life to its height is brought. + + Great souls the mount of vision trod, + While plumy fire their sandals shod; + They saw the unseen and eternal. + O life is life when 'tis seen in God! + + + +{43} + + The spirit firm and swelling soul + Are heart of noble self-control, + Sources of power transmuting danger + To clarion-call to the man as whole. + + 'Tis courage helms the bark that's tost + By wild typhoon, or swept by frost, + While sailing life's surprising ocean,-- + Strike sail to fear and the bark is lost. + + O muse, thou sing'st no siren strain + To him who plows this heaven-domed main! + Thy starry eyes look down all-wistful + On souls that toy with a tangled skein. + + + +{44} + + Man's highest word, as God's above, + The golden word of words, is love; + Its whisper is the soul's one rapture, + Its voice the voice of the brooding dove. + + Immortal rose of joy elate, + Thy perfume's waft by palace gate + Or hovel door, in cloud or sunshine, + That breath of Eden which all hearts wait. + + Ensouled in clay man's glory is, + Yet love dilates this soul of his + Till chrysalis of earth be shattered, + And comes the answer to Psyche's quiz. + + + +{45} + + Love bows herself in holy prayer + To worship ever the All Fair; + She coins her heart in largess golden, + And beggars self on her altar-stair. + + Love lifts her hands that, liker yet + To One whom on the way she met, + All hearts may glow, as sea to sky light, + Till earth shall never its heaven forget. + + Love bears upon her ardent breast + The fainting ones in east and west, + And yearning cries: Let come Thy kingdom, + Be Thou of sorrowing hearts the guest. + + + +{46} + + As on a hill-top near the sun + The stars are unseen, every one, + While from its base within the valley + Their festal pomp is e'en now begun; + + So lowly lives 'mid shadows passed + Have higher skies above them massed, + See galaxies and constellations-- + The many mansions o'er them englassed. + + Encamped am I; earth's not my home. + The glory flashing 'neath yon dome, + Refusing to be leashed, like music, + Supernal is, and it beckons, Come! + + + +{47} + + Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood-- + Open the life unto the good. + The great sun globes itself at morning + In dewy lawns, but 'tis dark in wood. + + Up, up, and purge thy spirit's sight. + See wheeling wings, superb in flight, + Of golden eagle's aspiration! + E'en thus aspire to the Central Light. + + In loom divine the clouds are wove, + And shot with hues of irised dove, + The blinding shafts of light to temper + With airy curtains of Love's own love. + + + +{48} + + A bird on sudden, as I write, + Through open door in eager flight + Seeks refuge from a falcon's talons, + Upon my breast, in its fearful plight. + + Slight bird and dark in olive green, + With yellow throat, thy living sheen + Doth come and go with thy heart's throbbing,-- + Safe, safe art thou from his talons keen! + + I am as God to thee, poor thing! + Now take thee to thy heaven and sing + A virelay for thy deliverance, + Sweet vireo of the olive wing! + + + +{49} + + Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood, + Thou call'st me back to my childhood! + Thy aromatic odors waken + A thousand echoes. I hear the good + + Old man of God, long-haired and tall, + In the old church, to great and small, + His lightning message give, and listen + The echoing thunder that rolled o'er all. + + The tiny child twirls oft its spray + Of southernwood,--'tis a far day, + Yet fresh I smell the keen aroma, + See arms ahovering--"Let us pray!" + + + +{50} + + I feel the season's dreamy call + In hawkbit, asters, 'pyeweed tall,-- + Glory of August ere September + Trumpet the note of the hasting fall. + + A flash in crystal waters cold-- + O dream in silver, red, and gold-- + The speckled trout above the gravel + Lies by the rock where the stream is rolled! + + Grasshoppers chirp and crickets chir, + The rich-tagged alders nod and pur, + The kine bells drowse the distant pasture,-- + All nature waits for the coming stir. + + + +{51} + + This golden-browed September land + Is rich of heart and free of hand; + Fresh from the mint of God, and taintless, + Are flung her guineas of gold, like sand. + + Here where the road winds round the hill, + And down beside the tidal mill, + Marsh goldenrod and its plumed sister + Their spangled ore in a largess spill. + + The Sabbath sabbatize, said He,-- + This gold is sacred unto me,-- + Rich gift of God unknown of mammon, + Kingdom of Heaven by the roadside, free! + + + +{52} + + I keep one picture in my heart, + To be of life a cherished part,-- + A picture waiting yet its canvas + From master hand of divinest art: + + A wan blind man and Christ sun-brown, + Hand in His hand, are walking down + The throngèd street into the open + Beyond the walls of Bethsaida town. + + Light of the world with night in kiss! + Pathetic scene--a scene of bliss! + The rayless eyes are touched to healing! + Was ever picture so sweet as this? + + + + +{53} + + As turns my heart its crimson leaves, + And life's own diary freshly weaves, + I see the pages glow intenser, + A wondrous story my bosom heaves. + + Beneath the careless lines there writ + Appear in beauty, clear, sunlit, + Mysterious Love's own tender story, + How this poor heart to His own was knit. + + Mine, mine, while moons the waters move! + Mine, while Heaven lasts, and Love is Love! + Methinks He hid this sweet love favor + That I might find it--my treasure-trove. + + + +{54} + + Sure in this realm of Sense and Time + Passes an endless pantomime + Of life and thought, whose tone and color + A shadow is of a heavenly prime. + + The rose unfolds from the unseen; + It was not to the senses keen; + 'Tis broken to the vision softly, + A crown of crowns of the summer's green. + + In hushed and breathless Beauty's name, + From out the veiled deeps as flame + It comes, a thing of sense, of spirit, + And passeth out by the way it came. + + + +{55} + + All day an ashen light serene + Has brooded o'er this longed-for scene, + Its tints and damask flush all hiding, + As if obscured by a dusky screen. + + Here when a child I used to lie + For hours, and watch the clouds go by, + See the black shadows climb the mountain + Or safely ride o'er the billowy rye. + + O Beauty, shy as sylvan run, + Demure as some sweet-hooded nun, + And wrapt about with grey of gloaming, + Unveil thy face to the sinking sun. + + +{56} + + Never before has my ear heard + A sweeter music, passion stirred, + Nor depth and purity so azurn, + Of breathing dawn and of morning bird. + + She comes, in heyday of her blood, + Over the groves and waiting flood! + The air is vital with her presence, + And banners wave from the woodbine's bud. + + AEolian sylphs touch soft their lutes, + Brooks tinkle, tinkle past the roots, + As Beauty, hidden in the cover, + Fingers the stops of her melting flutes. + + + +{57} + + Dimly beheld, thou excellent, + Ideal of grace! 'tis ravishment + To breathe thy atmosphere, O Beauty, + Whene'er thou stirr'st in thy greening tent. + + I cannot see thee as thou art, + Nor trace thy goings but in part; + O dearer thus, like starry music + Half heard, that thrills with its string my heart. + + If thou shouldst part thy sheeny veil + And strike thy fires, my heart would quail + Beneath the eye of naked glory, + The molten sun, as the moon, be pale. + + + +{58} + + Fair as the light on fire-tipt hills, + From out her hollow hand she spills + The pale and powdery moonbeams, sifting + O'er sleeping farms and the winking rills. + + The silvered leaves smile in their sleep; + Headlands their hoary watches keep; + The glimmering ships the moonglade furrow-- + The path where beauty fore-walks the deep. + + And now the powdery beam is thrown + On marguerite and pearl moonstone, + On fluffy bird with wing aweary,-- + Soft, dreaming child! 'tis her silver blown. + + + +{59} + + With lathe of viewless hyaline, + She shapes the shell and scale and fin, + Dropping unseen her pearls of moonlight, + And blushes all as her kith and kin. + + Distaff of light is in her hand, + From which she spins the lily, and + The sendal robes of field and forest, + With dewy odors in every strand. + + And from her snow-white palette's dyes + She paints the peacock's hundred eyes, + The robin's egg, the apple blossom, + And domes the world with her sapphire skies. + + + +{60} + + Her steps fall sweet as summer rain, + And lull to dream the thoughts of pain,-- + O glowing grass, O violet skyey, + Ye hint of something of fairer grain! + + She outruns sympathy of crowds; + Her dwelling is above the clouds; + She stoops to kiss the rose to crimson-- + Her face no featureless mask enshrouds. + + Her chatelaine's of amber fine; + No hue of coming autumn's wine + But she outpours from tawny beaker, + And fills each grape of the swelling vine. + + + +{61} + + Celestial sweetness swift outstrips + The light unleashed of its eclipse!-- + A fire of dew burns in her bosom, + And steady glows through her eyes and lips. + + She holds fair forms of ferns and seeds, + Lichens and fruits and burnished reeds, + And pours, in wake of mellow harvest, + Splendors of flame on the leaves and weeds. + + O give, give me my own of that + Which sweeps and circles like the bat + Around me as I walk in ether, + O fair Divine, at whose feet I've sat! + + + +{62} + + Unnumbered traits shine in thy face, + Harmonious blent in Time and Space; + Ideal of form, of tone, of color, + Of thought, emotion, and deed, O Grace! + + Ay me! I speak familiar words. + Thou art a presence of my Lord's! + Spirit of splendor, thou, O Beauty, + That lights His brow, and that crowns and girds. + + O Christ, Thou bright Heaven's Morning Star, + In whom all live and move and are, + Thou Chiefest, altogether lovely, + Beauty in Time is Thy avatar! + + + +{63} + + The scarlet arch of evening fills + Heights o'er the vapor-laden hills + With brilliant samite robes that flutter + Something beneath that my spirit thrills. + + O Infinite, and Whom I bless! + Glow of embodied perfectness! + O Sea of supersensuous Being, + Whose tides the unutterable express! + + (This, this it was that Plato saw + On back of Heaven!)--Let self withdraw + From this o'ermastering light and splendor, + These rolling waves of a trembling awe! + + + +{64} + + This tiny life, with exquisite wings, + Is one with all earth's moving things; + The light that burns in great Arcturus + Is tinct with gold of our wedding rings. + + In every fibre, every jot, + The universe is one, I wot + Great God, Thou'rt One, and we Thy offspring + Can see some angles of Thy wide thought. + + Thy footprints mark the ageless years, + Thy hand authenticates the spheres; + The voice of Time, the hush eternal, + One anthem sound in Thy listening ears. + + + +{65} + + Philosophy doth dig and draw; + Instinct translateth into law,-- + The universe in one God dwelling, + The poet's vision forekenned with awe. + + He is a seer in night of Time, + Casting red foregleams in his rhyme, + Of rising stars on man's horizon; + Herald of truth of a choral clime,-- + + Impassioned truth from inward deeps, + That oft like lightning sudden leaps + From darkness, blazing a far pathway + To hills of God, which the sunlight steeps. + + + +{66} + + The infinite in grand repose + Moves under life's tempestuous throes, + As move the waters deep of ocean + Far 'neath the ship when the tempest blows. + + The cloud-rack streams across the sky, + The breaking billows threaten high; + These are Time's shadows on the voyage, + And bring the infinite Presence nigh. + + All sunlit seas in joyous dance + Might show life but as happy chance, + Nor hint of One who saves divinely,-- + My faith is linked with deliverance. + + + +{67} + + Two lives made one, the man and wife + (A mystic thing to world of strife), + Serenity of oneness, wholeness, + Repose of love as the law of life! + + Uncaught by skill of painter's art, + There glows a radiance of the heart + In which the naked truth, as sculpture, + Is seen in colorless calm apart,-- + + A luminous calm of spiritual light, + Dissolving drop serene of sight + Oft gathering o'er the eye of reason, + And robing day in the folds of night. + + + +{68} + + The mirrored silence of this pool + Reveals a world of noiseless rule. + It soothes and rests my fevered spirit-- + A bath of balm of the deeps, and cool. + + Still move the clouds, still wheel the skies, + The aspiring tree no longer sighs,-- + Fair thoughts of God, full-clothed in Heaven, + All calm and beautiful in Love's eyes! + + Glassed in the light of Heaven's repose, + He wears perfection, like a rose! + Impatient heart, be still! Thou seëst + He brings His work to a perfect close. + + + +{69} + + Over the brow of lofty scar + Quivers the light of evening star, + And throws within the gorge's gloaming + A kiss of beams on the brook afar. + + Quivers the stream with strange delight + Through all the murmuring hours of night, + And to the pale moss tells its story, + And lichens fumbling far up the height. + + And in its dusk, for aye the brook + To cliffy covert, caverned nook, + Brattles its sweet and starry secret-- + Foregleam of day and an open look! + + + +{70} + + Look now! The crested waters sleep; + White stars their emerald twilight keep + Above the tryst of pensile glories + That kiss to purple-and-gold the deep. + + Blossoms the rose red as its name; + The trees aspire to heaven, like flame; + Articulate the gold-eyed songsters; + While angels lean from their place of fame. + + O sleep, sleep now, sleep silverly, + Radiant, divine, deep-bosomed sea! + Thy cradle rocks to skyey breathings, + Bright fall Love's shadows on you and me. + + + +{71} + + How swift soft-feathered Time sails on + Its skyward flight, nor stays to con + The gulfs of space it wingeth over,-- + Mere pools that hint of a shoreless yon! + + Sunsets and dawns, mirage, the sea, + Foreshadow Nature's fixed decree, + While steady rolls the round of seasons,-- + The soul foreknows its eternity. + + From spiritual heights beyond the spheres, + My ear elusive music hears; + In stressful hours it falls and hovers, + And life is lift to AEonian years. + + + +{72} + + My quickened sense can only plod. + Imagination waves its rod, + My spirit burns with lightning splendor, + Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. + + As moves the wind on sightless wings, + Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, + While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, + And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; + + So through the world doth Spirit move, + And presence by His working prove,-- + A mystery of might and music, + A lonelihood of eternal love. + + + +{73} + + What Nature mirrors and reveals-- + The purblind vision it unseals + To sight of awesome Presence holy, + That chastens sore ere He soothes and heals,-- + + The reign of law, with ethic rule + E'en in the breast of idle fool, + (As moon and stars are heavenly pictured + Within the breast of a noisome pool)-- + + Herein is claim of Nature's worth. + Though I forget the forms of earth, + Of gilded cloud and circling planet, + I know His fire lives within their girth. + + + +{74} + + Green tracery of fern to rust; + The shouldering hills to level dust,-- + This is the law of rhythmic nature, + The ebb and flow of its may and must. + + I hear the wind-harp's wilding tones + Sobbing a requiem o'er their bones; + "The golden-globëd skies shall perish," + The harper harps as he wails and moans. + + Wild heart, within thy ruby vault + Is flashed a purpose, free of fault + From great High Priest's own breast-plate splendid,-- + E'en deathless life out of death's assault. + + + +{75} + + What, though the sea-shell cheats the ear, + And from my blood, free-coursing near, + Unspheres the far and murmurous phantom + Of breaking seas that I faintly hear? + + Of life beyond there come to me + Hints truer than shell's phantom sea,-- + I brood all space, the past, the present, + And timeless realms of eternity! + + The rose-lipt thing has lost its pearl,-- + Death's chamber is its polished whorl; + I am a life, and feel of Being + No phantom touch, but the vital swirl. + + + +{76} + + Says one who with the sad condoles: + "No delicate delight unrolls + But soon o'er it is flung a shadow." + O feeblest folly of shallow souls! + + A foolishness all overworn, + Yet deadly as the frost of scorn! + The serious mind is born of sorrow; + On Love's brow rested a crown of thorn. + + The shadowland is rift with bright-- + It did the deed of deeds incite! + The Son of Man, Jehovah's Servant, + Through shadows passed to His crown of light. + + + +{77} + + There ever wakes an evil wraith + To test the courage of my faith, + As life's dark passages are thridded,-- + "Alone! Alone!" are the words it saith. + + Ah, no! the wraith's an angel one + Whose face is always to the sun, + A guardian of the heart's temptations, + That saves by fear ere the course be run. + + 'Tis Father love each round of day + That shadows in a twilight grey, + Or with Love's raven pinion covers, + To tempt His child from itself away. + + + +{78} + + Far up the brook, beyond the lin, + I hear the impatient bluejay's din, + While in the browning beech, nut-laden, + The chipmunk gathers his harvest in. + + (Of all earth's trees exceeding fair, + Thee have I loved beyond compare, + Most human beech! and felt thy spirit + Tremble to mine in the dusky air.) + + The year is rounding up its task, + And kingly gives to all that ask; + Ay, soon 'twill move in pomp so royal + The world shall seem, but a heavenly mask! + + + +{79} + + The full ripe year, these maple hills! + The pure October weather fills + Earth's veins so full of glowing crimson + That every leaf is ablush, and thrills. + + An expectation holds the days, + And angel sunbeams throng the ways; + The luminous skies grow close and tender, + And over all is a brooding haze. + + 'Tis summer's apotheosis + In flame of color, burning kiss, + As dew dies in the arms of sunlight-- + A world of beauty dissolved in bliss. + + + +{80} + + I dreamed I drew my parting breath, + And fell, in sinking swoon of death, + To gulfs of utter night all chilly, + While woven hands held me close beneath. + + And then, as thousand lights on shore, + The radiant forms I'd known before; + And growing sound of kindly voices, + And flood of light through an open door. + + And, lo, at stern and prow there stands, + Close-veiled, an angel winged!--the sands + Beneath the shallop's keel wake music; + Folded am I by the piercëd hands! + + + +{81} + + "The world's a train at speeding rate; + An iron track its wheels await; + We're all on board--beyond is darkness, + For God is only a name for Fate." + + Thus mouths and blasphemes round about + An age in bondage to its doubt. + "Pray!" says the soul, and God, and Christ--and + Freedom affirm with a ringing shout + + "Believe in God, believe in Me," + Is freedom's voice like sounding sea, + Its grand AMEN from Him that liveth + And holds of this, and all worlds, the key. + + + +{82} + + Hope's clear blue eye is open wide, + And hath fair visions that abide; + The white light of imagination + Glows on her brows as a heavenly bride. + + Her face is lift to veilëd things, + To which she mounts as if with wings; + The tents of night, the sable future, + Are light as day with the song she sings. + + As lithe as breadths of silvery rye + When wrestling winds its footing try, + The spirit that with hope is gleaming; + It must look up to the bending sky. + + + +{83} + + I see that power is not in art, + Nor name nor place essential part + Of life's reality and glory; + The strength of life is the health of heart. + + If man but lived the pure white truth, + As lives the lily tender ruth, + The earth were Paradise to-morrow, + The Christ, unveiled, would be here in sooth. + + The worldly wise, he does not heed,-- + What love sees true is true indeed! + Immortal blooms this hardy blossom, + And deathless fruits in a deathless creed. + + + +{84} + + Unveiled as kinsman, Love did seek + His wandering brethren, Jew and Greek. + (That God made man in His own image + Did human life of our God fore-speak). + + Nor mask nor vesture was His mien + By man and angels wistly seen, + Nor filmy veil, nor apparition, + God's human life as the Nazarene. + + A man the Christ of God earth trod, + And showed to man, and worlds abroad, + The holy, good, and sorrowing Father, + Atoning love, and the heart of God. + + + +{85} + + O glorious light! Thy limpid wave + Doth floor of living being pave, + And life from out the caves of darkness + Waft to His sheltering architrave. + + From void of night's lone pall of jet, + Yellow and red and violet + Into a quivering beam were woven,-- + His flying looms are aweaving yet. + + If man and beast and tree and flower + Unweave not Love's rich beauteous dower, + All Danaë again earth darkles + Beneath His ceaseless and golden shower. + + + +{86} + + Hail, Mary, honored of the race! + Light of the Home, its fount of grace, + Is woman--sister, wife, and mother-- + Circling a towered and a heavenly place. + + She sorrowed oft for Love's dear sake, + She did the alabaster break; + Like Him she knows of pain and anguish, + And doth for life of death's cup partake. + + Hope of the race! since from Home's throne + (Sweet Love's own gift, and His alone,) + She giveth laws to coming ages-- + Builder from cope to foundation stone! + + + +{87} + + Frail Lucia of a mutual love! + Fair little wingèd cooing dove, + Thou'st fluttered down from thy far dovecote, + Awhile to nestle in earth's sweet grove. + + Would it were sweeter, child, for thee-- + Sweet as the silver-breaking sea + (When Indian summer broods upon it) + Doth flute and fife to the golden tree! + + Thine angel listens for thy breath + Whene'er he hears the wings of death, + Looks in the Father's face and prayeth-- + "For earth's sake spare her," he softly saith. + + + +{88} + + O patriot, ruler, leader great, + Master of labor, builder of state, + Man of the mart, and king of commerce, + His lips have spoken--why longer wait? + + One brotherhood, one family, + And love its great economy! + The law of might is rule of evil--- + The ethic lives in man's spirit free. + + No borrowed laws of clay, nor brute, + Can e'er the freeman's spirit suit! + He gave him choice!--Hark! how he thunders! + Through human strife--nor is deaf nor mute! + + + +{89} + + The sword and spear and savage knife, + Wherewith the world is dowered of strife, + Are but as flotsam on the current + Of purpose vast of the Lord of Life. + + His rising winds and swelling surge, + And underflowing tidal-urge, + Shall grind to dust these lethal spirits + And chant in triumph their sounding dirge. + + Break way, break way, Fell Evil, cease! + O soldiers of the King's increase! + O happy homes! O happy peoples! + O blessèd wings of the ships of peace! + + + +{90} + + Love's inspirations of the lyre + Upsway the heart's intense desire, + And rulership and kingdoms noble + Are seen within the revealing fire. + + The frost of selfish blood gives place + To breath of life, and salt of grace; + New armor takes the cloistered spirit, + And man becomes of a higher race. + + Hark! 'Tis an angel's throbbing wing! + His messenger the age to bring, + When, crown of brotherhood upon him, + Each man shall be to his neighbor king! + + + +{91} + + Like oxeye daisies of the field, + The stars their countless numbers yield + In this pure sky of depth unfathomed, + Wherein they lay, and so deep, concealed. + + Gardens of light, environed fair + With tremulous bloom of azure, where + All-sweet star-buds unroll their glories + In silent dews of etherial air! + + O Tiller of the fields of heaven, + Gardener of space, by day and even + The circling earth, a once fair garden, + Lifts up its face for Thy promise given. + + + +{92} + + The sovereign law of human life + That Love ordained for man and wife, + For homes whence stream the generations + To joyous service and not to strife-- + + This law gives rest and labor fit, + God's air on surface and in pit, + Wealth for the soul, and mind, and body, + And fellowship with the race, close-knit. + + O golden year, when law and life + Incorporate are, as man and wife, + And wingëd hosts of light are saying: + "Peace and goodwill on the earth are rife!" + + + +{93} + + Break into flower, O garden fair! + Long hast thou known the Gardener's care; + The rain and dew from heaven have fallen, + And sunbeams warm on thy bosom bare. + + The grains of seed all viewless fell + Within the mellow soil to dwell,-- + Silent the fall as that of pebbles + Cast in oblivion's sunless well. + + List, music ether-fine up-goes + From swelling seed and life's keen throes! + O Earth, thy riven breast shall blossom + In Heaven's own beauty, e'en as the rose! + + + +{94} + + Immortal Love, immortal ruth, + Thorn-crowned, and crowned with deathless youth! + Source of pure faith and of right-reason, + Thou art Authority and the Truth. + + Blest Bond of Being, why and whence! + In realm of thought, in realm of sense, + In world of human life and action, + True Centre, Thou, and Circumference. + + The sun and moon from spacious height, + And stars, may crumble into night! + Ongoing Lord! Eternal Order, + And Fount of Beauty and Love and Light! + + + + +{95} + + THE WHITETHROAT. + + Shy bird of the silver arrows of song, + That cleave our Northern air so clear, + Thy notes prolong, prolong, + I listen, I hear: + "I--love--dear--Canada, + Canada, Canada." + + O plumes of the pointed dusky fir, + Screen of a swelling patriot heart, + The copse is all astir, + And echoes thy part!... + + + + +{96} + + Now willowy reeds tune their silver flutes + As the noise of the day dies down; + And silence strings her lutes, + The Whitethroat to crown.... + + O bird of the silver arrows of song, + Shy poet of Canada dear, + Thy notes prolong, prolong, + We listen, we hear: + "I--love--dear--Canada, + Canada, Canada." + + + + +{97} + + SUMMER. + + O come, unpack the heart of care! + Kingcups sun the meadows o'er, + The yellowbugle sudden blows + By the river's tidal flows, + And the heavens are bare. + + _Room, room, and open sky, + River or brook or lake hard by, + Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover, + Bobolinks, meadowlarks--these love I! + Whiskodink!_ + +{98} + + Sail, swallows, sail this emerald sea + Waving to the west wind's breath! + Earth has few other fields like these, + Sweet of sun and tidal breeze, + And the droning bee. + + _Room, room, and open sky, + River or brook or lake hard by, + Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover, + Bobolinks, meadowlarks--these love I! + Bobolink!_ + + And now the white clouds sail along, + Azure-domed and idle free! + The air is lush with honeyed blooms, + Flashing go the summer's looms, + List her cheery song: + +{99} + + _Room, room, and open sky, + River or brook or lake hard by, + Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover, + Bobolinks, meadowlarks--these love I! + Whiskodink!_ + + + + +{100} + + GLORY-ROSES. + + "Only a penny, Sir!" + A child held to my view + A bunch of "glory-roses," red + As blood, and wet with dew. + + (O earnest little face, + With living light in eye, + Your roses are too fair for earth, + And you seem of the sky!) + +{101} + + "My beauties, Sir!" he said, + "Only a penny, too!" + His face shone in their ruddy glow + A Rafael cherub true. + + "Yestreen their hoods were close + About their faces tight, + But ere the sun was up, I saw + That God had come last night. + + "O Sir, to see them then! + The bush was all aflame!-- + O yes, they're glory-roses, Sir, + That is their holy name. + +{102} + + "Only a penny, Sir!"-- + Heaven seemed across the way! + I took the red, red beauties home-- + Roses to me for aye! + + For aye, that radiant voice + As if from heaven it came-- + "O yes, they're glory-roses, Sir, + That is their holy name!" + + + + +{103} + + THE WIND. + + The lithe wind races and sings + Over the grasses and wheat-- + See the emerald floor as it springs + To the touch of invisible feet! + + Ah, later, the fir and the pine + Shall stoop to its weightier tread, + As it tramps the thundering brine + Till it shudders and whitens in dread! + + Breath of man! a glass of thine own + Is the wind on the land, on the sea-- + Joy of life at thy touch!--full grown, + Destruction and death maybe! + + + + +{104} + + THE CRYSTAL SPRING. + + I. + + Fair spirit of the plaining sea, + Thou heard'st Apollo's lyre!-- + Now folded are thy silver wings + Thee sunward bore, + A dream and a desire. + + Ranging the upper azure deeps, + The sunlight on thy wings, + How blanched thy purpose as there fell + The lightning's stroke, + And darkness on all things! + +{105} + + In agony of rain and hail, + And phantom dance of snow, + The chastening angels of the air + To mountain bleak + Consigned thee far below. + + There in the arms of heartless frost, + And burdened with thy train, + The keen stars watched thy ageful way, + Till breast of earth + Warmed thee to life again. + + And in thy course thou wert God's plow, + Thy furrow deep the valley + Of wooded walls and flowers to be,-- + The circling sun + Keeps slow and sure the tally. + +{106} + + Reborn, thou waitedst not far down + The sunless caves to speed-- + (Thy twin, lade with unfabled spoils, + Did build the plain, + Or green the expectant mead, + + And weave the fabric, forge the plow, + Bear inland steam and sail)-- + Or serv'dst, in mines and nether realms + Of shadowland, + The gnomes and genii pale. + + + II. + + O fontal wealth of hasting life, + By stressful toil made sweet, + Stay now thy journey--here oft come + Wild sylvan things, + Here tender lovers meet. + +{107} + + By day the traveller spies the path + To thy o'erbending shade, + Drinks deep the brimming, cooling wave, + A living draught, + And wends his way, remade. + + At night the one shy Pleiad drops + Her veil to look within + Thy clear, green-haloed deeps, and sees + Herself more fair + Than all her shining kin. + + And, fair with labor's healthy toil, + Each face of yon dear home + Thou'st set within the pearly blue, + Or crocus glow, + Of overarching dome. + +{108} + + And when return world-wandering feet, + Elate, or slow with sorrow, + Thy pencil paints the changing form; + And here clasp hands + The yester year and morrow. + + O bright reincarnation, thou! + Though long thy heart, like fire, + Burned to mount upward and away + To sun and sky, + A dream and a desire, + + Here, here thy place and service too,-- + 'Tis heaven by thee to sup, + To see the great red sun drop down, + The stars swim out,-- + O Nature's loving cup! + +{109} + + III. + + And here the crystal spring abides-- + Yet passes to the sea, + There to renew the broken task + Of long ago, + Now joyous task and free. + + Fair spirit of the bourneless waves, + Glad voice in their sad choir, + Sweeter 'mid sorrow's dirge to blend + The note of cheer, + Than list Apollo's lyre! + + The sunbeams kiss the plaining deep, + Wreathe with innumerous smiles + The sounding waters as they meet,-- + While sister sprites + Wake laughter round the isles. + +{110} + + And ever as the rolling moon + The unanchored sea forth-swings, + The poet's ear may catch anew + The gladsome notes, + Notes of the crystal springs. + + And when he sits this spring beside, + Worn with the journey's strife, + He cannot help but think of HIM + Of Jacob's well, + FOUNT of the deathless life. + + + + +{111} + + AY ME! + + Silent, with hands crost meekly on his breast, + Long time, with keen and meditative eye, + Stood the old painter of Siena by + A canvas, whose sign manual him confest. + + His head droopt low, his eye ceased from its quest, + As tears filled full the fountains long since dry; + And from his lips there broke the haunting cry: + "May God forgive me--I did not my best!" + + + + +{112} + + THE YEARS. + + "Time in advance behind him hides his wings."--YOUNG. + + + As comes amain the glossy flying raven, + That with unwavering wing, breast on the view, + Cleaves slow the lucid air beneath the blue, + And seems scarce other than a figure graven-- + Ha! now the sweeping pinions flash as levin, + And all their silken cordage whistles loud!-- + Lo, the departing flight, like fleck of cloud, + Is swallowed quick by the awaiting heaven! + +{113} + + So lag and tarry, to the youth, the years + In their oncoming from the brooding sky, + Till bursts at middle life their rushing speed + All breathless with the world of hopes and fears; + And, lo, departing, the Eternal Eye + Winks them to moments in His endless brede! + + + + +{114} + + THE NOTE OF NATURE. + + Earth's manifold noises break + Overhead, in the calm, + In unison full, and wake + The note of a psalm. + + On the sunny hills, in the vales, + It falls on my ear; + Down the baffling winds it sails, + In the night draweth near. + +{115} + + It sounds like great mountains to me, + A deep monotone-- + Like the veiled AEonian sea, + That girdles Time's zone. + + The sun and the stars and the moon + Keep time with this note, + The evening and morning and noon, + Things near and remote. + + The tides ebb and flow to its beat, + 'Tis the seasons' rhyme,-- + The harebell and twin-flower sweet + Its undertone chime. + + +{116} + + The night-moth stirs to the reed, + And the beetle booms; + The bird and the beast are keyed + To the flower that blooms. + + And man to his high service goes + Aswing to his goal, + Like the tides and the stars and the rose,-- + Tone, overtone, whole! + + I hear it by day and by night, + In storm and in calm,-- + A low swelling note from a height, + With the roll of a psalm. + + + + +{117} + + AT THE FORD. + + I. + + A death-like dew was falling + On the herbs and the grassy ground; + The stars to their bournes prest forward, + Night cloaked the hills around. + + He thought of a night long past,-- + Of the ladder that reached to heaven, + The Face that shone above it, + The pillar, his pillows of even. + + +{118} + + II. + + From out of the sleeve of the darkness + Was thrust an arm of strength,-- + Long he wrestled for mastery, + But begged for blessing at length. + + White fear fell on him at dawn, + As the Nameless spake with him then; + "Prevailer and Prince," called He him, + "A power with God and with men." + + And, alone, the lame wrestler mused: + "The Face of God is this place! + Ah me--and my life is preserved, + Yet God have I seen face to face!" + +{119} + + III. + + Life's darkness is background for God, + For unsleeping Love's high command, + And the shadowy heap of each life + Is revealed at the touch of His hand. + + And the arm of Love doth wrestle + All night by the fords we cross, + To shrivel our sinews of self + And give His blessing for loss. + + Night shows the houses of heaven, + O pilgrim for life's journey shod! + And from out the sleeve of darkness + Is thrust the arm of God. + + + + +{120} + + REPOSE. + + A mossy footfall in this wood + A peal of thunder were, + Or autumn tempest-shriek, compared + With the unwhispered stir + Of massy fluids lift in air, + To build these leafy pillars fair. + + Lavished at wordless wish or mute + Command, the chemic wealth + Upsprings to meet the builders' hands, + All hushed as dusky stealth. + Noiseless as love, as silent prayer + Mysterious, the builders are. + +{121} + + Ah, sure, these silences are works + Of God's sabbatic rest, + A music perfect as the calm + Of wave's unbroken crest! + These woven leaves that stilly nod, + These violets, ope their eyes on God. + + The deep serene that worketh here + Works, too, 'mid human tears; + A thousand years as one day is, + One day a thousand years. + Fell death still thunders at his task, + But death the peace of God doth mask. + + + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Song-waves, by Theodore H. 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Rand + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Song-waves + +Author: Theodore H. Rand + +Release Date: October 14, 2008 [EBook #26916] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONG-WAVES *** + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + +</pre> + + +<BR><BR> + +<A NAME="img-front"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-front.jpg" ALT="Theodore H. Rand. _After a painting by J. W. L. Porter_" BORDER="2" WIDTH="385" HEIGHT="572"> +<H4 CLASS="h4center" STYLE="width: 385px"> +Theodore H. Rand. <I>After a painting by J. W. L. Porter</I> +</H4> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center" STYLE="COLOR: red"> +SONG-WAVES +</H1> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +BY +</H3> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +THEODORE H. RAND +</H2> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +D. C. L. +</H3> + +<BR> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +<I>Author of "At Minos Basin and other Poems,"<BR> +and "A Treasury of Canadian Verse."</I> +</H4> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +TORONTO +<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="COLOR: red">WILLIAM BRIGGS</SPAN> +<BR> +1900 +</H4> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<P CLASS="published"> +Entered according to Act of the<BR> +Parliament of Canada, in the year<BR> +one thousand nine hundred, by<BR> +EMELINE A. RAND, at the<BR> +Department of Agriculture.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +CONTENTS. +</H2> + +<PRE> + PAGE + +To EMELINE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P13">13</A> + +SONG-WAVES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P17">17</A> + A bird on sudden, as I write . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P48">48</A> + Above the scarred cliff's iron brow . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P23">23</A> + Across the hills the cattle call . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P39">39</A> + After the winds there is surcease . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P24">24</A> + All day an ashen light serene . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P55">55</A> + A quiet breath distils in calm . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P33">33</A> + As on a hill-top near the sun . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P46">46</A> + As turns my heart its crimson leaves . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P53">53</A> + + Break into flower, O garden fair . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P93">93</A> + + Calm soul, unkindled by the sight . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P36">36</A> + Celestial sweetness swift outstrips . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P61">61</A> + + Dimly beheld, thou excellent . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P57">57</A> + Doubt flies before the truth that's quired . . . . . <A HREF="#P28">28</A> + + Fair as the light on fire-tipt hills . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P58">58</A> + Far off and veiled it seems to me . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P34">34</A> + Far up the brook, beyond the lin . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P78">78</A> + Filled oft with portents, oft withdrawn . . . . . . <A HREF="#P25">25</A> + Frail Lucia of a mutual love . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P87">87</A> + Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P49">49</A> + + Green tracery of fern to rust . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P74">74</A> + + Hail, Mary, honored of the race . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P86">86</A> + Her steps fall sweet as summer rain . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P60">60</A> + Hope's clear blue eye is open wide . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P82">82</A> + How swift soft-feathered Time sails on . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P71">71</A> + + I dreamed I drew my parting breath . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P80">80</A> + I feel the season's dreamy call . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P50">50</A> + If mighty angels fair and tall . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P38">38</A> + I keep one picture in my heart . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P52">52</A> + Immortal Love, immortal ruth . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P94">94</A> + Impressions vast and vague flow in . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P19">19</A> + I see that power is not in art . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P83">83</A> + I would enshrine in silvern song . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P13">13</A> + + Like oxeye daisies of the field . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P91">91</A> + Look now! The crested waters sleep . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P70">70</A> + Love bows herself in holy prayer . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P45">45</A> + Love's inspirations of the lyre . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P90">90</A> + + Man's highest word, as God's above . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P44">44</A> + Men plow and sow while moves the sun . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P27">27</A> + My quickened sense can only plod . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P72">72</A> + + Never before has my ear heard . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P56">56</A> + + O glorious light! Thy limpid wave . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P85">85</A> + O June has lit her splendid lamp . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P32">32</A> + O patriot, ruler, leader great . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P88">88</A> + O soul that art essential change . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P17">17</A> + Over the brow of lofty scar . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P69">69</A> + + Philosophy doth dig and draw . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P65">65</A> + Pure lily, open on the breast . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P30">30</A> + + Revolving without rest and goal . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P31">31</A> + + Says one who with the sad condoles . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P76">76</A> + Spirit of song, life's golden ray . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P18">18</A> + Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P47">47</A> + Superbest power with sweetness wed . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P22">22</A> + Sure in this realm of Sense and Time . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P54">54</A> + Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P16">16</A> + + The bird of needle beak, and breast . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P29">29</A> + The flecks of gold that glorify . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P41">41</A> + The full ripe year, these maple hills . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P79">79</A> + The ideal is a lifting sky . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P42">42</A> + The infinite in grand repose . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P66">66</A> + The mirrored silence of this pool . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P68">68</A> + The scarlet arch of evening fills . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P63">63</A> + The sovereign law of human life . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P92">92</A> + The spirit firm and swelling soul . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P43">43</A> + The sweep, O heart, of Love's account . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P21">21</A> + The sword and spear and savage knife . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P89">89</A> + The "trees of God," the prophet said . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P40">40</A> + The world's a train at speeding rate . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P81">81</A> + There are no solitudes to view . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P37">37</A> + There ever wakes an evil wraith . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P77">77</A> + This golden-browed September land . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P51">51</A> + This tiny life, with exquisite wings . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P64">64</A> + Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P15">15</A> + 'Tis fit the bloodroot in white hood . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P20">20</A> + Two lives made one, the man and wife . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P67">67</A> + + Unnumbered traits shine in thy face . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P62">62</A> + Unveiled as kinsman, Love did seek . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P84">84</A> + + Vast promise is the sea, and vast . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P35">35</A> + + We talked of bird and flower and tree . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P14">14</A> + What nature mirrors and reveals . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P73">73</A> + What though the sea-shell cheats the ear . . . . . . <A HREF="#P75">75</A> + Who loveth not the elm tree fair . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P26">26</A> + With lathe of viewless hyaline . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P59">59</A> + +THE WHITETHROAT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P95">95</A> + +SUMMER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P97">97</A> + +GLORY-ROSES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P100">100</A> + +THE WIND . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P103">103</A> + +THE CRYSTAL SPRING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P104">104</A> + +AY ME! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P111">111</A> + +THE YEARS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P112">112</A> + +THE NOTE OF NATURE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P114">114</A> + +AT THE FORD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P117">117</A> + +REPOSE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <A HREF="#P120">120</A> +</PRE> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P12"></A>12}</SPAN> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +[Greek: <I>tà pánta e'n au'tô sunéstêken</I>.] <BR> +(In Him all things hold together.) +</H4> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P13"></A>13}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TO EMELINE.<BR> +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 7%" SRC="images/img-capI.jpg" ALT="dropcap-I" BORDER="0" WIDTH="21" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +would enshrine in silvern song<BR> +The charm that bore our souls along,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As in the sun-flushed days of summer</SPAN><BR> +We felt the pulsings of nature's throng;<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When flecks of foam of flying spray<BR> +Smote white the red sun's torrid ray,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or wimpling fogs toyed with the mountain,</SPAN><BR> +Aërial spirits of dew at play;<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When hovering stars, poised in the blue,<BR> +Came down and ever closer drew;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or, in the autumn air astringent,</SPAN><BR> +Glimmered the pearls of the moonlit dew.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P14"></A>14}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +We talked of bird and flower and tree,<BR> +Of God and man and destiny.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The years are wise though days be foolish,</SPAN><BR> +We said, as swung to its goal the sea.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Our spirits knew keen fellowship<BR> +Of light and shadow, heart and lip;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The veil of Mâyâ grew transparent,</SPAN><BR> +And hidden things came within our grip.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And then we sang: "In Arcady<BR> +All hearts are born, thus happy-free,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till film of sin shuts out the Vision</SPAN><BR> +That is, and was, and that is to be."<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P15"></A>15}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell<BR> +To which our spirits rose and fell.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As drops of dew throb with the ocean,</SPAN><BR> +We felt ourselves of His tidal swell.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Nature's enchantment is of Love,—<BR> +Goodness, and truth, and beauty wove;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In Him all things do hold together,</SPAN><BR> +And onward, upward to Him they move."<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And as we spake the full moon came,<BR> +A splendid globe in silver flame,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From out the dusky waste of waters,</SPAN><BR> +Reposeful sped by His mighty name.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P16"></A>16}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee<BR> +These Song-Waves from life's voiceful sea.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">They ebb and flow with swift occasion,</SPAN><BR> +Bearing rich freight, and perhaps debris.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Each murmuring low its song apart<BR> +May hint a symphony of art,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Since under all, within, and over,</SPAN><BR> +Is diapason of Love's great heart.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +For thee, as on the bridal day,<BR> +(Sweet our November as the May!)<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Are joined in one our high communings;</SPAN><BR> +So take them, dear, as thine own, I pray.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +TORONTO, 1900.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P17"></A>17}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +SONG-WAVES +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capO.jpg" ALT="dropcap-O" BORDER="0" WIDTH="43" HEIGHT="61"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +soul, that art essential change,<BR> +Bickering beams, a flutter strange,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lightning of thought and gust of passion,</SPAN><BR> +A silver thread in this mountain range;<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The waters of thy shimmering rill,<BR> +More real are they than granite hill;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thy tremulous waves of mystic feeling</SPAN><BR> +Nourish a life of enduring will.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The sun and moon from spacious height,<BR> +And stars, may crumble into night;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Why shouldst thou cease to move forever,</SPAN><BR> +A living glow of eternal light?<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P18"></A>18}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capS.jpg" ALT="dropcap-S" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +pirit of Song, life's golden ray<BR> +That burneth in this house of clay,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Despite the stress of blast and tempest</SPAN><BR> +To quench the flickering light and play;<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Rapture of seraphs bright thou art,<BR> +Yet kindlest in the human heart<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The fluid soul's upbreathed emotion,</SPAN><BR> +Whose light shines clear as a star apart,—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A fairer light of sweeter fame<BR> +Than science knows to praise or blame,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wherein the soul has open vision,</SPAN><BR> +And feels the glow of His holy flame.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P19"></A>19}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 7%" SRC="images/img-capI.jpg" ALT="dropcap-I" BORDER="0" WIDTH="21" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +mpressions vast and vague flow in<BR> +From Somewhat that to me is kin.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Shall I assemble them all careless</SPAN><BR> +In the mind's garret or waste dust-bin?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Nay. In solution in the soul's<BR> +Own hot equators, frosty poles,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I'll more and more their import cherish,</SPAN><BR> +Their deeps on deeps to my shelving shoals.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O heart, with tentacles in sea,<BR> +Like oral-disked anemone,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Taste thou the wine of shoreless oceans,</SPAN><BR> +And feed on food that was meant for thee!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P20"></A>20}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 4%" SRC="images/img-capTq.jpg" ALT="dropcap-singlequote-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="43" HEIGHT="66"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +is fit the bloodroot in white hood<BR> +Should brave the parting winter's mood,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Come, thou, pale violet, streaked, sweet-scented,</SPAN><BR> +Beside the runs of this tempered wood.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I hunger for thy gentle face,<BR> +Sweetest of all the wildwood race!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O flower, at once ideal and essence,</SPAN><BR> +Why stayest thou from thy wonted place?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thou art not dead? Nay, when death crept<BR> +Upon thy form, thy full life leapt<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Defiance at the harsh destroyer,</SPAN><BR> +And slept as seed! Thou hast overslept.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P21"></A>21}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he sweep, O heart, of Love's account!<BR> +Hearken: "I am of life the Fount;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All are within My deeps of Being,</SPAN><BR> +The toiling city, the sea, the mount.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Yea, when thou cleav'st the pillared tree,<BR> +Raisest the stone, I am with thee;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Darkness and light, flux and becoming,</SPAN><BR> +Signal My presence, and ceaselessly.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Regard Me not as though afar;<BR> +Ope thine heart's eyes, and, lo, My Star<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Burns 'neath Time's vesture, true Shekinah,</SPAN><BR> +Centre and Soul of the things that are."<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P22"></A>22}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capS.jpg" ALT="dropcap-S" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +uperbest power with sweetness wed<BR> +The inner eye doth overspread,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And vasts of nature blend as beauty</SPAN><BR> +Suffused with awe at the Fountain Head.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The stream of power that floweth here<BR> +I see in pageant of the year,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Aye shimmering as light and shadow—</SPAN><BR> +A wonderment on the verge of fear!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The world's not dead but animate,<BR> +And gives as free to mean as great;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wealth of true power is not a kingdom</SPAN><BR> +Of time and place, but the soul's estate.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P23"></A>23}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +bove the scarred cliff's iron brow<BR> +There speeds the fruitful crooked plow;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While on the soft west wind come odors</SPAN><BR> +Of plumy pine and of balsam bough.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Here at the base another sight—<BR> +It ceaseth not by day nor night—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ormudz and Ahriman contending,</SPAN><BR> +Destroyer dark and White Soul of light!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Bared by life's ever beating brine,<BR> +The rocky bases that define<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of good and ill the place of meeting,</SPAN><BR> +Be bugle-call to this heart of mine!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P24"></A>24}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-smallA.jpg" ALT="small-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="41"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +fter the winds there is surcease;<BR> +Take courage, heart, and be at peace;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The printless beach, all combed and shining,</SPAN><BR> +In beauty lies with its windrow fleece.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Impetuous as a torrent's speed<BR> +White horses raced this watery mead,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With manes of chrysoprase aflowing,</SPAN><BR> +Each neighing loud to its neighbour steed.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The wastes that finger pebbly shores,<BR> +Unplowed by ship nor cut by oars,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">His music wake as sweet as attar,</SPAN><BR> +And flash in light as the heavenly floors.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P25"></A>25}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capF.jpg" ALT="dropcap-F" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="45"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +illed oft with portents, oft withdrawn,<BR> +My inward skies, from earliest dawn<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To this full hour, have borne their witness</SPAN><BR> +Of one who out of the darkness shone.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The soul is dowered with awful things,<BR> +Mystic as sound of unseen wings,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The sense of God, of Law, of Duty,</SPAN><BR> +Of Life, and Destiny. Signet rings<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Flash on these fingers of one hand—<BR> +The Hand of God! The mean, the grand,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tremble beneath the fearsome covert</SPAN><BR> +Till lurid sky with the Rainbow's spanned.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P26"></A>26}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 4%" SRC="images/img-capW.jpg" ALT="dropcap-W" BORDER="0" WIDTH="42" HEIGHT="48"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ho loveth not the elm tree fair,<BR> +A fountain green in summer air,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Whose tremulous spray cools the faint meadow,</SPAN><BR> +And croons to all of a careless care?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +It shades the city's paven way,<BR> +Where redbreast knows the white moon's ray;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It sentinels the moss-grown homestead,</SPAN><BR> +And waits the men of a coming day.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Its curving lines that fill the sight,<BR> +Like mellow meteor's path of light,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or orbèd spring of walls of azure,</SPAN><BR> +My spirit greet from the infinite.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P27"></A>27}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 4%" SRC="images/img-capM.jpg" ALT="dropcap-M" BORDER="0" WIDTH="44" HEIGHT="49"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +en plow and sow while moves the sun<BR> +Away, away from work begun;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ofttimes they've heard "Seedtime and harvest</SPAN><BR> +Are sure"—the word of the Sovereign One.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +We link our deeds with law supreme,<BR> +In field and flood, in wood and stream;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We test Omnipotence by labor,</SPAN><BR> +And reap rewards of no idle dream.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Obedience is the astringent wine<BR> +That's quaffed by strenuous souls and fine,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of cloudy doubt the heavenly solvent,</SPAN><BR> +The Christ's elixir of life divine.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P28"></A>28}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capD.jpg" ALT="dropcap-D" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="41"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +oubt flies before the truth that's quired<BR> +When earth in living green 's attired,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As ghosts before the daystar's rising,—</SPAN><BR> +The grass is ever God finger-spired.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When life is low my awe-stirred soul<BR> +No vision has of nature's whole;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It would unsheathe a weapon naked</SPAN><BR> +And cut the bands of divine control.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The Nazarene knows no decrease,—<BR> +He shed His beams on Rome and Greece!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O radiant is His word: Consider</SPAN><BR> +The springing grass, and have rest and peace!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P29"></A>29}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he bird of needle beak, and breast<BR> +Of orange flame, doth weave its nest<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">At tip of branch, a cradle swinging</SPAN><BR> +To all the airs of the south and west.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Who schooled thy needle to begin<BR> +Its forth and back and out and in,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till plaited cot, a gourd-like pendant,</SPAN><BR> +Shall temper winds to thy first of kin?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thy sun-bright mate, his joy to prove,<BR> +Flutes sweet his ardors from above.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O golden robin, skyey-nested,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P30"></A>30}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capP.jpg" ALT="dropcap-P" BORDER="0" WIDTH="34" HEIGHT="42"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ure lily, open on the breast<BR> +Of toiling waters' much unrest,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thy simple soul mounts up in worship</SPAN><BR> +Like ecstasy of a spirit blest!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thy wealth of ivory and gold,<BR> +All that thou hast, thou dost unfold!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fixed in the unseen thy life breathes upward</SPAN><BR> +A heavenly essence from out earth's mould.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Now comes the chill and dusk of night,—<BR> +Folds up thy precious gold and white!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thy casket sinks within veiled bosom,</SPAN><BR> +To ope the richer in morrow's light.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P31"></A>31}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capR.jpg" ALT="dropcap-R" BORDER="0" WIDTH="38" HEIGHT="53"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +evolving without rest and goal<BR> +The way of life of budding soul,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From seed to leaf and stalk, I see it,</SPAN><BR> +From leaf to bloom and from bloom to whole.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +About the Daystar, God-indwelt,<BR> +It turneth to His influence felt,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till, dusk beam-smitten into daylight,</SPAN><BR> +It in the palpitant heavens doth melt.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Lift, lift, ye gates of endless noons,<BR> +That entrance yield on God's own boons<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of liberty as law in fruitage,</SPAN><BR> +And timeless months of transcendent Junes!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P32"></A>32}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capO.jpg" ALT="dropcap-O" BORDER="0" WIDTH="43" HEIGHT="61"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + June has lit her splendid lamp<BR> +In the broad meadow lush and damp,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where loves the brook in loops to loiter,</SPAN><BR> +And tufted vernal to pitch its camp!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Last night she veiled the starlit sky,<BR> +And walked beside the brook so shy;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She took from out her beating bosom</SPAN><BR> +A lighted orchis—and passed on high.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +At dawn July came o'er the hills—<BR> +O light of eye and deep heart-thrills,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As she beheld the glowing orchis</SPAN><BR> +Whose splendor now all the meadow fills!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P33"></A>33}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-smallA.jpg" ALT="small-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="41"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + quiet breath distils in calm,<BR> +And fills the fields with honeyed balm;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It cools the rose's cheek, and rolleth</SPAN><BR> +In drops of dew on the poppy's palm—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Each crystal globe filled full of fire,<BR> +And flashing like a color pyre,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All heavened beneath the eye of morning,</SPAN><BR> +To sate the hunger of day's desire.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O Breath divine, that form and hue,<BR> +And ecstasy of light and blue,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Gave to Orion and the Pleiads,</SPAN><BR> +Thou hast begotten the orbs of dew.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P34"></A>34}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capF.jpg" ALT="dropcap-F" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="45"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ar-off and veiled it seems to me,<BR> +The face of yester dreamy sea,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That breathed so soft its shining waters</SPAN><BR> +Pungent with odors of rosemary.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +No sculptured arabesque to-day,<BR> +But unhewn strength in mighty play,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That heaves the ship on bursting billow</SPAN><BR> +And smites the cliff in its ancient way!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Beneath its silken vestments beat<BR> +A lion heart of jungle heat;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Its couchant soul delights in battle</SPAN><BR> +To fell the rock and to whelm the fleet.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P35"></A>35}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capV.jpg" ALT="dropcap-V" BORDER="0" WIDTH="30" HEIGHT="42"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ast promise is the sea, and vast<BR> +Its pain. Its secret is held fast,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Now hope's wide open eye and sunny,</SPAN><BR> +And now a weeping and wailing past.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +(I have a grievance unredrest<BR> +That stings my heart and rends my breast,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Perhaps <I>it</I> gathers in its bosom</SPAN><BR> +The sorrows wild of the world's opprest?)<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Deformity or pain unstrings<BR> +The music of the soul of things,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ah, suns burn bright in eyes of panther,</SPAN><BR> +And lightnings leap in the eagle's wings!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P36"></A>36}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capC.jpg" ALT="dropcap-C" BORDER="0" WIDTH="36" HEIGHT="47"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +alm soul, unkindled by the sight<BR> +Of open heavens at noon of night,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thou'lt dread the fires of day of judgment</SPAN><BR> +When roll the skies as a parchment slight.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He waits not for that upward gaze—<BR> +The world is full of judgment days;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And every night the page is written,</SPAN><BR> +"An atheist," or "Behold he prays!"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ah, me! These lights so manifold,<BR> +So silvern new, so golden old,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Do witness swift, like fires of vengeance,</SPAN><BR> +Against indifferent hearts and cold.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P37"></A>37}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +here are no solitudes to view,<BR> +The whole world lies in drop of dew;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From where it hangs all space is open;</SPAN><BR> +It neighbors stars of the crystal blue.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +This open vision has my soul<BR> +Athrill with silent organ-roll<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of immanence divine, and feels it</SPAN><BR> +Upgather all in harmonious whole,—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Deep waves of God's vast music clear,<BR> +That pulse one choral atmosphere<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of Love's concordant purposes, and</SPAN><BR> +Fore-score the song of His golden year.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P38"></A>38}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 7%" SRC="images/img-capI.jpg" ALT="dropcap-I" BORDER="0" WIDTH="21" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +f mighty angels fair and tall,<BR> +Each robed as priestly seneschal,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On altar-suns burn incense daily,</SPAN><BR> +As wheel the systems to Love's sweet call,<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Earth's sun is sure an altar-rose,<BR> +Abloom from dawn to day's bright close.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The mighty angel stoops above it</SPAN><BR> +With pulsing wings, as it golden glows,<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +To fan the incense-waves through space.<BR> +When buds the light or folds its grace,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He lifts erect his glorious stature,</SPAN><BR> +Kindling the sky from his ruddy face.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P39"></A>39}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +cross the hills the cattle call,<BR> +As black the boding shadows fall;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Zigzag the lightning writes its message</SPAN><BR> +That's thundered forth from the mountain wall.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +From out the overhanging frown<BR> +The loosened rain comes rattling down!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The swallow's gone, the daisy cowers—</SPAN><BR> +But joy to fields in their tan and brown!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The burnished cypher of the sky<BR> +Now lets the loud-tongued thunder die.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Nature's delight, a timeless rapture,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P40"></A>40}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he "trees of God," the prophet said,<BR> +Great trees, with sap, and laurelled head;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ay, trees of God! all strength, all beauty,</SPAN><BR> +Wove by invisible Hand and thread,—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +With anchors flexed as lissome withe;<BR> +With boles like mighty monolith;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">These arms of brawn, outstretched in power</SPAN><BR> +To brave the storms that would test their pith!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Lords of the scene in blasts and calms,<BR> +The breath of life within their palms,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">They rhythmic sway in choral murmur</SPAN><BR> +While seas and suns chant their rolling psalms.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P41"></A>41}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he flecks of gold that glorify<BR> +The forest floors to loving eye,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Withdraw from me,—a splendor lingers</SPAN><BR> +On trees of God, in their crowns on high.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And as the arch with stars is sprent,<BR> +I hear balm-dew from firmament<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Drip richly from their whispering leafage</SPAN><BR> +To soothe the fields to a sweet content.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In bloom of dark they softly stir,<BR> +Till arrowy dawn the shadow-blur<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dispels—God's tingling kiss of morning</SPAN><BR> +On oak and maple and pine and fir.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P42"></A>42}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he ideal is a lifting sky<BR> +Wherein my soul may upward fly;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It moveth as I onward journey,</SPAN><BR> +Solace of heart and the light of eye.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Spirit to spirit! Thus is wrought<BR> +All that uplifts the world of thought<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or wings the soul with aspiration,</SPAN><BR> +By which the life to its height is brought.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Great souls the mount of vision trod,<BR> +While plumy fire their sandals shod;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">They saw the unseen and eternal.</SPAN><BR> +O life is life when 'tis seen in God!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P43"></A>43}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he spirit firm and swelling soul<BR> +Are heart of noble self-control,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sources of power transmuting danger</SPAN><BR> +To clarion-call to the man as whole.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +'Tis courage helms the bark that's tost<BR> +By wild typhoon, or swept by frost,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While sailing life's surprising ocean,—</SPAN><BR> +Strike sail to fear and the bark is lost.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O muse, thou sing'st no siren strain<BR> +To him who plows this heaven-domed main!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thy starry eyes look down all-wistful</SPAN><BR> +On souls that toy with a tangled skein.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P44"></A>44}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 4%" SRC="images/img-capM.jpg" ALT="dropcap-M" BORDER="0" WIDTH="44" HEIGHT="49"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +an's highest word, as God's above,<BR> +The golden word of words, is love;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Its whisper is the soul's one rapture,</SPAN><BR> +Its voice the voice of the brooding dove.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Immortal rose of joy elate,<BR> +Thy perfume's waft by palace gate<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or hovel door, in cloud or sunshine,</SPAN><BR> +That breath of Eden which all hearts wait.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ensouled in clay man's glory is,<BR> +Yet love dilates this soul of his<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till chrysalis of earth be shattered,</SPAN><BR> +And comes the answer to Psyche's quiz.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P45"></A>45}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capL.jpg" ALT="dropcap-L" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="42"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ove bows herself in holy prayer<BR> +To worship ever the All Fair;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She coins her heart in largess golden,</SPAN><BR> +And beggars self on her altar-stair.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Love lifts her hands that, liker yet<BR> +To One whom on the way she met,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All hearts may glow, as sea to sky light,</SPAN><BR> +Till earth shall never its heaven forget.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Love bears upon her ardent breast<BR> +The fainting ones in east and west,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And yearning cries: Let come Thy kingdom,</SPAN><BR> +Be Thou of sorrowing hearts the guest.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P46"></A>46}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +s on a hill-top near the sun<BR> +The stars are unseen, every one,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While from its base within the valley</SPAN><BR> +Their festal pomp is e'en now begun;<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So lowly lives 'mid shadows passed<BR> +Have higher skies above them massed,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">See galaxies and constellations—</SPAN><BR> +The many mansions o'er them englassed.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Encamped am I; earth's not my home.<BR> +The glory flashing 'neath yon dome,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Refusing to be leashed, like music,</SPAN><BR> +Supernal is, and it beckons, Come!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P47"></A>47}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capS.jpg" ALT="dropcap-S" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +unshine, O soul, is not a mood—<BR> +Open the life unto the good.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The great sun globes itself at morning</SPAN><BR> +In dewy lawns, but 'tis dark in wood.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Up, up, and purge thy spirit's sight.<BR> +See wheeling wings, superb in flight,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of golden eagle's aspiration!</SPAN><BR> +E'en thus aspire to the Central Light.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In loom divine the clouds are wove,<BR> +And shot with hues of irised dove,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The blinding shafts of light to temper</SPAN><BR> +With airy curtains of Love's own love.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P48"></A>48}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + bird on sudden, as I write,<BR> +Through open door in eager flight<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Seeks refuge from a falcon's talons,</SPAN><BR> +Upon my breast, in its fearful plight.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Slight bird and dark in olive green,<BR> +With yellow throat, thy living sheen<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Doth come and go with thy heart's throbbing,—</SPAN><BR> +Safe, safe art thou from his talons keen!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I am as God to thee, poor thing!<BR> +Now take thee to thy heaven and sing<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A virelay for thy deliverance,</SPAN><BR> +Sweet vireo of the olive wing!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P49"></A>49}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capF.jpg" ALT="dropcap-F" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="45"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +resh sprig of greenest southernwood,<BR> +Thou call'st me back to my childhood!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thy aromatic odors waken</SPAN><BR> +A thousand echoes. I hear the good<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Old man of God, long-haired and tall,<BR> +In the old church, to great and small,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">His lightning message give, and listen</SPAN><BR> +The echoing thunder that rolled o'er all.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The tiny child twirls oft its spray<BR> +Of southernwood,—'tis a far day,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Yet fresh I smell the keen aroma,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P50"></A>50}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 7%" SRC="images/img-capI.jpg" ALT="dropcap-I" BORDER="0" WIDTH="21" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + feel the season's dreamy call<BR> +In hawkbit, asters, 'pyeweed tall,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Glory of August ere September</SPAN><BR> +Trumpet the note of the hasting fall.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A flash in crystal waters cold—<BR> +O dream in silver, red, and gold—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The speckled trout above the gravel</SPAN><BR> +Lies by the rock where the stream is rolled!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Grasshoppers chirp and crickets chir,<BR> +The rich-tagged alders nod and pur,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The kine bells drowse the distant pasture,—</SPAN><BR> +All nature waits for the coming stir.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P51"></A>51}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +his golden-browed September land<BR> +Is rich of heart and free of hand;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fresh from the mint of God, and taintless,</SPAN><BR> +Are flung her guineas of gold, like sand.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Here where the road winds round the hill,<BR> +And down beside the tidal mill,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Marsh goldenrod and its plumed sister</SPAN><BR> +Their spangled ore in a largess spill.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The Sabbath sabbatize, said He,—<BR> +This gold is sacred unto me,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Rich gift of God unknown of mammon,</SPAN><BR> +Kingdom of Heaven by the roadside, free!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P52"></A>52}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 7%" SRC="images/img-capI.jpg" ALT="dropcap-I" BORDER="0" WIDTH="21" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + keep one picture in my heart,<BR> +To be of life a cherished part,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A picture waiting yet its canvas</SPAN><BR> +From master hand of divinest art:<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A wan blind man and Christ sun-brown,<BR> +Hand in His hand, are walking down<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The throngèd street into the open</SPAN><BR> +Beyond the walls of Bethsaida town.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Light of the world with night in kiss!<BR> +Pathetic scene—a scene of bliss!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The rayless eyes are touched to healing!</SPAN><BR> +Was ever picture so sweet as this?<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P53"></A>53}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +s turns my heart its crimson leaves,<BR> +And life's own diary freshly weaves,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I see the pages glow intenser,</SPAN><BR> +A wondrous story my bosom heaves.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Beneath the careless lines there writ<BR> +Appear in beauty, clear, sunlit,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mysterious Love's own tender story,</SPAN><BR> +How this poor heart to His own was knit.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Mine, mine, while moons the waters move!<BR> +Mine, while Heaven lasts, and Love is Love!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Methinks He hid this sweet love favor</SPAN><BR> +That I might find it—my treasure-trove.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P54"></A>54}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capS.jpg" ALT="dropcap-S" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ure in this realm of Sense and Time<BR> +Passes an endless pantomime<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of life and thought, whose tone and color</SPAN><BR> +A shadow is of a heavenly prime.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The rose unfolds from the unseen;<BR> +It was not to the senses keen;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Tis broken to the vision softly,</SPAN><BR> +A crown of crowns of the summer's green.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In hushed and breathless Beauty's name,<BR> +From out the veiled deeps as flame<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It comes, a thing of sense, of spirit,</SPAN><BR> +And passeth out by the way it came.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P55"></A>55}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ll day an ashen light serene<BR> +Has brooded o'er this longed-for scene,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Its tints and damask flush all hiding,</SPAN><BR> +As if obscured by a dusky screen.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Here when a child I used to lie<BR> +For hours, and watch the clouds go by,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">See the black shadows climb the mountain</SPAN><BR> +Or safely ride o'er the billowy rye.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O Beauty, shy as sylvan run,<BR> +Demure as some sweet-hooded nun,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And wrapt about with grey of gloaming,</SPAN><BR> +Unveil thy face to the sinking sun.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P56"></A>56}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capN.jpg" ALT="dropcap-N" BORDER="0" WIDTH="34" HEIGHT="42"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ever before has my ear heard<BR> +A sweeter music, passion stirred,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Nor depth and purity so azurn,</SPAN><BR> +Of breathing dawn and of morning bird.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +She comes, in heyday of her blood,<BR> +Over the groves and waiting flood!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The air is vital with her presence,</SPAN><BR> +And banners wave from the woodbine's bud.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +AEolian sylphs touch soft their lutes,<BR> +Brooks tinkle, tinkle past the roots,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As Beauty, hidden in the cover,</SPAN><BR> +Fingers the stops of her melting flutes.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P57"></A>57}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capD.jpg" ALT="dropcap-D" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="41"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +imly beheld, thou excellent,<BR> +Ideal of grace! 'tis ravishment<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To breathe thy atmosphere, O Beauty,</SPAN><BR> +Whene'er thou stirr'st in thy greening tent.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I cannot see thee as thou art,<BR> +Nor trace thy goings but in part;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O dearer thus, like starry music</SPAN><BR> +Half heard, that thrills with its string my heart.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +If thou shouldst part thy sheeny veil<BR> +And strike thy fires, my heart would quail<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Beneath the eye of naked glory,</SPAN><BR> +The molten sun, as the moon, be pale.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P58"></A>58}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capF.jpg" ALT="dropcap-F" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="45"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +air as the light on fire-tipt hills,<BR> +From out her hollow hand she spills<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The pale and powdery moonbeams, sifting</SPAN><BR> +O'er sleeping farms and the winking rills.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The silvered leaves smile in their sleep;<BR> +Headlands their hoary watches keep;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The glimmering ships the moonglade furrow—</SPAN><BR> +The path where beauty fore-walks the deep.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And now the powdery beam is thrown<BR> +On marguerite and pearl moonstone,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On fluffy bird with wing aweary,—</SPAN><BR> +Soft, dreaming child! 'tis her silver blown.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P59"></A>59}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 4%" SRC="images/img-capW.jpg" ALT="dropcap-W" BORDER="0" WIDTH="42" HEIGHT="48"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ith lathe of viewless hyaline,<BR> +She shapes the shell and scale and fin,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dropping unseen her pearls of moonlight,</SPAN><BR> +And blushes all as her kith and kin.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Distaff of light is in her hand,<BR> +From which she spins the lily, and<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The sendal robes of field and forest,</SPAN><BR> +With dewy odors in every strand.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And from her snow-white palette's dyes<BR> +She paints the peacock's hundred eyes,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The robin's egg, the apple blossom,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P60"></A>60}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capH.jpg" ALT="dropcap-H" BORDER="0" WIDTH="33" HEIGHT="53"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +er steps fall sweet as summer rain,<BR> +And lull to dream the thoughts of pain,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O glowing grass, O violet skyey,</SPAN><BR> +Ye hint of something of fairer grain!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +She outruns sympathy of crowds;<BR> +Her dwelling is above the clouds;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She stoops to kiss the rose to crimson—</SPAN><BR> +Her face no featureless mask enshrouds.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Her chatelaine's of amber fine;<BR> +No hue of coming autumn's wine<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But she outpours from tawny beaker,</SPAN><BR> +And fills each grape of the swelling vine.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P61"></A>61}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capC.jpg" ALT="dropcap-C" BORDER="0" WIDTH="36" HEIGHT="47"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +elestial sweetness swift outstrips<BR> +The light unleashed of its eclipse!—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A fire of dew burns in her bosom,</SPAN><BR> +And steady glows through her eyes and lips.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +She holds fair forms of ferns and seeds,<BR> +Lichens and fruits and burnished reeds,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And pours, in wake of mellow harvest,</SPAN><BR> +Splendors of flame on the leaves and weeds.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O give, give me my own of that<BR> +Which sweeps and circles like the bat<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Around me as I walk in ether,</SPAN><BR> +O fair Divine, at whose feet I've sat!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P62"></A>62}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capU.jpg" ALT="dropcap-U" BORDER="0" WIDTH="33" HEIGHT="41"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +nnumbered traits shine in thy face,<BR> +Harmonious blent in Time and Space;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ideal of form, of tone, of color,</SPAN><BR> +Of thought, emotion, and deed, O Grace!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ay me! I speak familiar words.<BR> +Thou art a presence of my Lord's!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Spirit of splendor, thou, O Beauty,</SPAN><BR> +That lights His brow, and that crowns and girds.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O Christ, Thou bright Heaven's Morning Star,<BR> +In whom all live and move and are,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thou Chiefest, altogether lovely,</SPAN><BR> +Beauty in Time is Thy avatar!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P63"></A>63}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he scarlet arch of evening fills<BR> +Heights o'er the vapor-laden hills<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With brilliant samite robes that flutter</SPAN><BR> +Something beneath that my spirit thrills.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O Infinite, and Whom I bless!<BR> +Glow of embodied perfectness!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O Sea of supersensuous Being,</SPAN><BR> +Whose tides the unutterable express!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +(This, this it was that Plato saw<BR> +On back of Heaven!)—Let self withdraw<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From this o'ermastering light and splendor,</SPAN><BR> +These rolling waves of a trembling awe!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P64"></A>64}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +his tiny life, with exquisite wings,<BR> +Is one with all earth's moving things;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The light that burns in great Arcturus</SPAN><BR> +Is tinct with gold of our wedding rings.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In every fibre, every jot,<BR> +The universe is one, I wot<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Great God, Thou'rt One, and we Thy offspring</SPAN><BR> +Can see some angles of Thy wide thought.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thy footprints mark the ageless years,<BR> +Thy hand authenticates the spheres;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The voice of Time, the hush eternal,</SPAN><BR> +One anthem sound in Thy listening ears.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P65"></A>65}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capP.jpg" ALT="dropcap-P" BORDER="0" WIDTH="34" HEIGHT="42"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +hilosophy doth dig and draw;<BR> +Instinct translateth into law,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The universe in one God dwelling,</SPAN><BR> +The poet's vision forekenned with awe.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He is a seer in night of Time,<BR> +Casting red foregleams in his rhyme,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of rising stars on man's horizon;</SPAN><BR> +Herald of truth of a choral clime,—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Impassioned truth from inward deeps,<BR> +That oft like lightning sudden leaps<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From darkness, blazing a far pathway</SPAN><BR> +To hills of God, which the sunlight steeps.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P66"></A>66}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he infinite in grand repose<BR> +Moves under life's tempestuous throes,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As move the waters deep of ocean</SPAN><BR> +Far 'neath the ship when the tempest blows.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The cloud-rack streams across the sky,<BR> +The breaking billows threaten high;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">These are Time's shadows on the voyage,</SPAN><BR> +And bring the infinite Presence nigh.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +All sunlit seas in joyous dance<BR> +Might show life but as happy chance,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Nor hint of One who saves divinely,—</SPAN><BR> +My faith is linked with deliverance.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P67"></A>67}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +wo lives made one, the man and wife<BR> +(A mystic thing to world of strife),<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Serenity of oneness, wholeness,</SPAN><BR> +Repose of love as the law of life!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Uncaught by skill of painter's art,<BR> +There glows a radiance of the heart<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In which the naked truth, as sculpture,</SPAN><BR> +Is seen in colorless calm apart,—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A luminous calm of spiritual light,<BR> +Dissolving drop serene of sight<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Oft gathering o'er the eye of reason,</SPAN><BR> +And robing day in the folds of night.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P68"></A>68}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he mirrored silence of this pool<BR> +Reveals a world of noiseless rule.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It soothes and rests my fevered spirit—</SPAN><BR> +A bath of balm of the deeps, and cool.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Still move the clouds, still wheel the skies,<BR> +The aspiring tree no longer sighs,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fair thoughts of God, full-clothed in Heaven,</SPAN><BR> +All calm and beautiful in Love's eyes!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Glassed in the light of Heaven's repose,<BR> +He wears perfection, like a rose!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Impatient heart, be still! Thou seëst</SPAN><BR> +He brings His work to a perfect close.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P69"></A>69}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capO.jpg" ALT="dropcap-O" BORDER="0" WIDTH="43" HEIGHT="61"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ver the brow of lofty scar<BR> +Quivers the light of evening star,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And throws within the gorge's gloaming</SPAN><BR> +A kiss of beams on the brook afar.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Quivers the stream with strange delight<BR> +Through all the murmuring hours of night,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And to the pale moss tells its story,</SPAN><BR> +And lichens fumbling far up the height.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And in its dusk, for aye the brook<BR> +To cliffy covert, caverned nook,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Brattles its sweet and starry secret—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P70"></A>70}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capL.jpg" ALT="dropcap-L" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="42"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ook now! The crested waters sleep;<BR> +White stars their emerald twilight keep<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Above the tryst of pensile glories</SPAN><BR> +That kiss to purple-and-gold the deep.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Blossoms the rose red as its name;<BR> +The trees aspire to heaven, like flame;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Articulate the gold-eyed songsters;</SPAN><BR> +While angels lean from their place of fame.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O sleep, sleep now, sleep silverly,<BR> +Radiant, divine, deep-bosomed sea!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thy cradle rocks to skyey breathings,</SPAN><BR> +Bright fall Love's shadows on you and me.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P71"></A>71}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capH.jpg" ALT="dropcap-H" BORDER="0" WIDTH="33" HEIGHT="53"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ow swift soft-feathered Time sails on<BR> +Its skyward flight, nor stays to con<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The gulfs of space it wingeth over,—</SPAN><BR> +Mere pools that hint of a shoreless yon!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Sunsets and dawns, mirage, the sea,<BR> +Foreshadow Nature's fixed decree,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While steady rolls the round of seasons,—</SPAN><BR> +The soul foreknows its eternity.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +From spiritual heights beyond the spheres,<BR> +My ear elusive music hears;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In stressful hours it falls and hovers,</SPAN><BR> +And life is lift to AEonian years.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P72"></A>72}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 4%" SRC="images/img-capM.jpg" ALT="dropcap-M" BORDER="0" WIDTH="44" HEIGHT="49"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +y quickened sense can only plod.<BR> +Imagination waves its rod,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My spirit burns with lightning splendor,</SPAN><BR> +Emotive faith tastes the bread of God.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +As moves the wind on sightless wings,<BR> +Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While seas to chafe of foam are beaten,</SPAN><BR> +And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings;<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So through the world doth Spirit move,<BR> +And presence by His working prove,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A mystery of might and music,</SPAN><BR> +A lonelihood of eternal love.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P73"></A>73}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 4%" SRC="images/img-capW.jpg" ALT="dropcap-W" BORDER="0" WIDTH="42" HEIGHT="48"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +hat Nature mirrors and reveals—<BR> +The purblind vision it unseals<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To sight of awesome Presence holy,</SPAN><BR> +That chastens sore ere He soothes and heals,—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The reign of law, with ethic rule<BR> +E'en in the breast of idle fool,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(As moon and stars are heavenly pictured</SPAN><BR> +Within the breast of a noisome pool)—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Herein is claim of Nature's worth.<BR> +Though I forget the forms of earth,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of gilded cloud and circling planet,</SPAN><BR> +I know His fire lives within their girth.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P74"></A>74}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capG.jpg" ALT="dropcap-G" BORDER="0" WIDTH="34" HEIGHT="58"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +reen tracery of fern to rust;<BR> +The shouldering hills to level dust,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">This is the law of rhythmic nature,</SPAN><BR> +The ebb and flow of its may and must.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I hear the wind-harp's wilding tones<BR> +Sobbing a requiem o'er their bones;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"The golden-globëd skies shall perish,"</SPAN><BR> +The harper harps as he wails and moans.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Wild heart, within thy ruby vault<BR> +Is flashed a purpose, free of fault<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From great High Priest's own breast-plate splendid,—</SPAN><BR> +E'en deathless life out of death's assault.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P75"></A>75}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 4%" SRC="images/img-capW.jpg" ALT="dropcap-W" BORDER="0" WIDTH="42" HEIGHT="48"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +hat, though the sea-shell cheats the ear,<BR> +And from my blood, free-coursing near,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Unspheres the far and murmurous phantom</SPAN><BR> +Of breaking seas that I faintly hear?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Of life beyond there come to me<BR> +Hints truer than shell's phantom sea,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I brood all space, the past, the present,</SPAN><BR> +And timeless realms of eternity!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The rose-lipt thing has lost its pearl,—<BR> +Death's chamber is its polished whorl;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I am a life, and feel of Being</SPAN><BR> +No phantom touch, but the vital swirl.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P76"></A>76}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capS.jpg" ALT="dropcap-S" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ays one who with the sad condoles:<BR> +"No delicate delight unrolls<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But soon o'er it is flung a shadow."</SPAN><BR> +O feeblest folly of shallow souls!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A foolishness all overworn,<BR> +Yet deadly as the frost of scorn!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The serious mind is born of sorrow;</SPAN><BR> +On Love's brow rested a crown of thorn.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The shadowland is rift with bright—<BR> +It did the deed of deeds incite!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The Son of Man, Jehovah's Servant,</SPAN><BR> +Through shadows passed to His crown of light.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P77"></A>77}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +here ever wakes an evil wraith<BR> +To test the courage of my faith,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As life's dark passages are thridded,—</SPAN><BR> +"Alone! Alone!" are the words it saith.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ah, no! the wraith's an angel one<BR> +Whose face is always to the sun,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A guardian of the heart's temptations,</SPAN><BR> +That saves by fear ere the course be run.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +'Tis Father love each round of day<BR> +That shadows in a twilight grey,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or with Love's raven pinion covers,</SPAN><BR> +To tempt His child from itself away.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P78"></A>78}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capF.jpg" ALT="dropcap-F" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="45"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ar up the brook, beyond the lin,<BR> +I hear the impatient bluejay's din,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While in the browning beech, nut-laden,</SPAN><BR> +The chipmunk gathers his harvest in.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +(Of all earth's trees exceeding fair,<BR> +Thee have I loved beyond compare,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Most human beech! and felt thy spirit</SPAN><BR> +Tremble to mine in the dusky air.)<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The year is rounding up its task,<BR> +And kingly gives to all that ask;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ay, soon 'twill move in pomp so royal</SPAN><BR> +The world shall seem, but a heavenly mask!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P79"></A>79}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he full ripe year, these maple hills!<BR> +The pure October weather fills<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Earth's veins so full of glowing crimson</SPAN><BR> +That every leaf is ablush, and thrills.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +An expectation holds the days,<BR> +And angel sunbeams throng the ways;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The luminous skies grow close and tender,</SPAN><BR> +And over all is a brooding haze.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +'Tis summer's apotheosis<BR> +In flame of color, burning kiss,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As dew dies in the arms of sunlight—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P80"></A>80}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 7%" SRC="images/img-capI.jpg" ALT="dropcap-I" BORDER="0" WIDTH="21" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + dreamed I drew my parting breath,<BR> +And fell, in sinking swoon of death,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To gulfs of utter night all chilly,</SPAN><BR> +While woven hands held me close beneath.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And then, as thousand lights on shore,<BR> +The radiant forms I'd known before;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And growing sound of kindly voices,</SPAN><BR> +And flood of light through an open door.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And, lo, at stern and prow there stands,<BR> +Close-veiled, an angel winged!—the sands<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Beneath the shallop's keel wake music;</SPAN><BR> +Folded am I by the piercëd hands!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P81"></A>81}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 3%" SRC="images/img-capTd.jpg" ALT="dropcap-doublequote-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="51" HEIGHT="68"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he world's a train at speeding rate;<BR> +An iron track its wheels await;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We're all on board—beyond is darkness,</SPAN><BR> +For God is only a name for Fate."<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thus mouths and blasphemes round about<BR> +An age in bondage to its doubt.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Pray!" says the soul, and God, and Christ—and</SPAN><BR> +Freedom affirm with a ringing shout<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Believe in God, believe in Me,"<BR> +Is freedom's voice like sounding sea,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Its grand AMEN from Him that liveth</SPAN><BR> +And holds of this, and all worlds, the key.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P82"></A>82}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capH.jpg" ALT="dropcap-H" BORDER="0" WIDTH="33" HEIGHT="53"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ope's clear blue eye is open wide,<BR> +And hath fair visions that abide;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The white light of imagination</SPAN><BR> +Glows on her brows as a heavenly bride.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Her face is lift to veilëd things,<BR> +To which she mounts as if with wings;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The tents of night, the sable future,</SPAN><BR> +Are light as day with the song she sings.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +As lithe as breadths of silvery rye<BR> +When wrestling winds its footing try,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The spirit that with hope is gleaming;</SPAN><BR> +It must look up to the bending sky.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P83"></A>83}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 7%" SRC="images/img-capI.jpg" ALT="dropcap-I" BORDER="0" WIDTH="21" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + see that power is not in art,<BR> +Nor name nor place essential part<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of life's reality and glory;</SPAN><BR> +The strength of life is the health of heart.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +If man but lived the pure white truth,<BR> +As lives the lily tender ruth,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The earth were Paradise to-morrow,</SPAN><BR> +The Christ, unveiled, would be here in sooth.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The worldly wise, he does not heed,—<BR> +What love sees true is true indeed!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Immortal blooms this hardy blossom,</SPAN><BR> +And deathless fruits in a deathless creed.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P84"></A>84}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capU.jpg" ALT="dropcap-U" BORDER="0" WIDTH="33" HEIGHT="41"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +nveiled as kinsman, Love did seek<BR> +His wandering brethren, Jew and Greek.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(That God made man in His own image</SPAN><BR> +Did human life of our God fore-speak).<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Nor mask nor vesture was His mien<BR> +By man and angels wistly seen,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Nor filmy veil, nor apparition,</SPAN><BR> +God's human life as the Nazarene.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A man the Christ of God earth trod,<BR> +And showed to man, and worlds abroad,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The holy, good, and sorrowing Father,</SPAN><BR> +Atoning love, and the heart of God.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P85"></A>85}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capO.jpg" ALT="dropcap-O" BORDER="0" WIDTH="43" HEIGHT="61"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + glorious light! Thy limpid wave<BR> +Doth floor of living being pave,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And life from out the caves of darkness</SPAN><BR> +Waft to His sheltering architrave.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +From void of night's lone pall of jet,<BR> +Yellow and red and violet<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Into a quivering beam were woven,—</SPAN><BR> +His flying looms are aweaving yet.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +If man and beast and tree and flower<BR> +Unweave not Love's rich beauteous dower,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All Danaë again earth darkles</SPAN><BR> +Beneath His ceaseless and golden shower.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P86"></A>86}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capH.jpg" ALT="dropcap-H" BORDER="0" WIDTH="33" HEIGHT="53"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ail, Mary, honored of the race!<BR> +Light of the Home, its fount of grace,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is woman—sister, wife, and mother—</SPAN><BR> +Circling a towered and a heavenly place.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +She sorrowed oft for Love's dear sake,<BR> +She did the alabaster break;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Like Him she knows of pain and anguish,</SPAN><BR> +And doth for life of death's cup partake.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Hope of the race! since from Home's throne<BR> +(Sweet Love's own gift, and His alone,)<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She giveth laws to coming ages—</SPAN><BR> +Builder from cope to foundation stone!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P87"></A>87}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capF.jpg" ALT="dropcap-F" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="45"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +rail Lucia of a mutual love!<BR> +Fair little wingèd cooing dove,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thou'st fluttered down from thy far dovecote,</SPAN><BR> +Awhile to nestle in earth's sweet grove.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Would it were sweeter, child, for thee—<BR> +Sweet as the silver-breaking sea<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(When Indian summer broods upon it)</SPAN><BR> +Doth flute and fife to the golden tree!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thine angel listens for thy breath<BR> +Whene'er he hears the wings of death,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Looks in the Father's face and prayeth—</SPAN><BR> +"For earth's sake spare her," he softly saith.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P88"></A>88}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capO.jpg" ALT="dropcap-O" BORDER="0" WIDTH="43" HEIGHT="61"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + patriot, ruler, leader great,<BR> +Master of labor, builder of state,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Man of the mart, and king of commerce,</SPAN><BR> +His lips have spoken—why longer wait?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +One brotherhood, one family,<BR> +And love its great economy!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The law of might is rule of evil—-</SPAN><BR> +The ethic lives in man's spirit free.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +No borrowed laws of clay, nor brute,<BR> +Can e'er the freeman's spirit suit!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He gave him choice!—Hark! how he thunders!</SPAN><BR> +Through human strife—nor is deaf nor mute!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P89"></A>89}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he sword and spear and savage knife,<BR> +Wherewith the world is dowered of strife,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Are but as flotsam on the current</SPAN><BR> +Of purpose vast of the Lord of Life.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +His rising winds and swelling surge,<BR> +And underflowing tidal-urge,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Shall grind to dust these lethal spirits</SPAN><BR> +And chant in triumph their sounding dirge.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Break way, break way, Fell Evil, cease!<BR> +O soldiers of the King's increase!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O happy homes! O happy peoples!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P90"></A>90}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capL.jpg" ALT="dropcap-L" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="42"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ove's inspirations of the lyre<BR> +Upsway the heart's intense desire,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And rulership and kingdoms noble</SPAN><BR> +Are seen within the revealing fire.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The frost of selfish blood gives place<BR> +To breath of life, and salt of grace;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">New armor takes the cloistered spirit,</SPAN><BR> +And man becomes of a higher race.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Hark! 'Tis an angel's throbbing wing!<BR> +His messenger the age to bring,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When, crown of brotherhood upon him,</SPAN><BR> +Each man shall be to his neighbor king!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P91"></A>91}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capL.jpg" ALT="dropcap-L" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="42"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ike oxeye daisies of the field,<BR> +The stars their countless numbers yield<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In this pure sky of depth unfathomed,</SPAN><BR> +Wherein they lay, and so deep, concealed.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Gardens of light, environed fair<BR> +With tremulous bloom of azure, where<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All-sweet star-buds unroll their glories</SPAN><BR> +In silent dews of etherial air!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O Tiller of the fields of heaven,<BR> +Gardener of space, by day and even<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The circling earth, a once fair garden,</SPAN><BR> +Lifts up its face for Thy promise given.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P92"></A>92}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he sovereign law of human life<BR> +That Love ordained for man and wife,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For homes whence stream the generations</SPAN><BR> +To joyous service and not to strife—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +This law gives rest and labor fit,<BR> +God's air on surface and in pit,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wealth for the soul, and mind, and body,</SPAN><BR> +And fellowship with the race, close-knit.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O golden year, when law and life<BR> +Incorporate are, as man and wife,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And wingëd hosts of light are saying:</SPAN><BR> +"Peace and goodwill on the earth are rife!"<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P93"></A>93}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capB.jpg" ALT="dropcap-B" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="53"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +reak into flower, O garden fair!<BR> +Long hast thou known the Gardener's care;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The rain and dew from heaven have fallen,</SPAN><BR> +And sunbeams warm on thy bosom bare.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The grains of seed all viewless fell<BR> +Within the mellow soil to dwell,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Silent the fall as that of pebbles</SPAN><BR> +Cast in oblivion's sunless well.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +List, music ether-fine up-goes<BR> +From swelling seed and life's keen throes!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O Earth, thy riven breast shall blossom</SPAN><BR> +In Heaven's own beauty, e'en as the rose!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P94"></A>94}</SPAN> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 7%" SRC="images/img-capI.jpg" ALT="dropcap-I" BORDER="0" WIDTH="21" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +mmortal Love, immortal ruth,<BR> +Thorn-crowned, and crowned with deathless youth!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Source of pure faith and of right-reason,</SPAN><BR> +Thou art Authority and the Truth.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Blest Bond of Being, why and whence!<BR> +In realm of thought, in realm of sense,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In world of human life and action,</SPAN><BR> +True Centre, Thou, and Circumference.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The sun and moon from spacious height,<BR> +And stars, may crumble into night!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ongoing Lord! Eternal Order,</SPAN><BR> +And Fount of Beauty and Love and Light!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P95"></A>95}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE WHITETHROAT. +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capS.jpg" ALT="dropcap-S" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +hy bird of the silver arrows of song,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That cleave our Northern air so clear,</SPAN><BR> +Thy notes prolong, prolong,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I listen, I hear:</SPAN><BR> +"I—love—dear—Canada,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Canada, Canada."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O plumes of the pointed dusky fir,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Screen of a swelling patriot heart,</SPAN><BR> +The copse is all astir,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And echoes thy part!...</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P96"></A>96}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Now willowy reeds tune their silver flutes<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As the noise of the day dies down;</SPAN><BR> +And silence strings her lutes,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The Whitethroat to crown....</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O bird of the silver arrows of song,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Shy poet of Canada dear,</SPAN><BR> +Thy notes prolong, prolong,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We listen, we hear:</SPAN><BR> +"I—love—dear—Canada,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Canada, Canada."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P97"></A>97}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +SUMMER. +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capO.jpg" ALT="dropcap-O" BORDER="0" WIDTH="43" HEIGHT="61"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + come, unpack the heart of care!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Kingcups sun the meadows o'er,</SPAN><BR> +The yellowbugle sudden blows<BR> +By the river's tidal flows,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And the heavens are bare.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<I> +Room, room, and open sky,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">River or brook or lake hard by,</SPAN><BR> +Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover,<BR> +Bobolinks, meadowlarks—these love I!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Whiskodink!</SPAN><BR> +</I> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P98"></A>98}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Sail, swallows, sail this emerald sea<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Waving to the west wind's breath!</SPAN><BR> +Earth has few other fields like these,<BR> +Sweet of sun and tidal breeze,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And the droning bee.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<I> +Room, room, and open sky,<BR> +River or brook or lake hard by,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover,</SPAN><BR> +Bobolinks, meadowlarks—these love I!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Bobolink!</SPAN><BR> +</I> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And now the white clouds sail along,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Azure-domed and idle free!</SPAN><BR> +The air is lush with honeyed blooms,<BR> +Flashing go the summer's looms,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">List her cheery song:</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P99"></A>99}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<I> +Room, room, and open sky,<BR> +River or brook or lake hard by,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover,</SPAN><BR> +Bobolinks, meadowlarks—these love I!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Whiskodink!</SPAN><BR> +</I> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P100"></A>100}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +GLORY-ROSES. +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 3%" SRC="images/img-capOd.jpg" ALT="dropcap-Od" BORDER="0" WIDTH="54" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +nly a penny, Sir!"<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A child held to my view</SPAN><BR> +A bunch of "glory-roses," red<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As blood, and wet with dew.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +(O earnest little face,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With living light in eye,</SPAN><BR> +Your roses are too fair for earth,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And you seem of the sky!)</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P101"></A>101}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"My beauties, Sir!" he said,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Only a penny, too!"</SPAN><BR> +His face shone in their ruddy glow<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A Rafael cherub true.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Yestreen their hoods were close<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">About their faces tight,</SPAN><BR> +But ere the sun was up, I saw<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That God had come last night.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"O Sir, to see them then!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The bush was all aflame!—</SPAN><BR> +O yes, they're glory-roses, Sir,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That is their holy name.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P102"></A>102}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Only a penny, Sir!"—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Heaven seemed across the way!</SPAN><BR> +I took the red, red beauties home—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Roses to me for aye!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +For aye, that radiant voice<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As if from heaven it came—</SPAN><BR> +"O yes, they're glory-roses, Sir,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That is their holy name!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P103"></A>103}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE WIND. +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capT.jpg" ALT="dropcap-T" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="59"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +he lithe wind races and sings<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Over the grasses and wheat—</SPAN><BR> +See the emerald floor as it springs<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To the touch of invisible feet!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ah, later, the fir and the pine<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Shall stoop to its weightier tread,</SPAN><BR> +As it tramps the thundering brine<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till it shudders and whitens in dread!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Breath of man! a glass of thine own<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is the wind on the land, on the sea—</SPAN><BR> +Joy of life at thy touch!—full grown,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Destruction and death maybe!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P104"></A>104}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE CRYSTAL SPRING. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +I.<BR> +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capF.jpg" ALT="dropcap-F" BORDER="0" WIDTH="37" HEIGHT="45"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +air spirit of the plaining sea,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thou heard'st Apollo's lyre!—</SPAN><BR> +Now folded are thy silver wings<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Thee sunward bore,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A dream and a desire.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ranging the upper azure deeps,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The sunlight on thy wings,</SPAN><BR> +How blanched thy purpose as there fell<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The lightning's stroke,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And darkness on all things!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P105"></A>105}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In agony of rain and hail,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And phantom dance of snow,</SPAN><BR> +The chastening angels of the air<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">To mountain bleak</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Consigned thee far below.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +There in the arms of heartless frost,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And burdened with thy train,</SPAN><BR> +The keen stars watched thy ageful way,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Till breast of earth</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Warmed thee to life again.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And in thy course thou wert God's plow,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thy furrow deep the valley</SPAN><BR> +Of wooded walls and flowers to be,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The circling sun</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Keeps slow and sure the tally.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P106"></A>106}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Reborn, thou waitedst not far down<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The sunless caves to speed—</SPAN><BR> +(Thy twin, lade with unfabled spoils,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Did build the plain,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or green the expectant mead,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And weave the fabric, forge the plow,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Bear inland steam and sail)—</SPAN><BR> +Or serv'dst, in mines and nether realms<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Of shadowland,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The gnomes and genii pale.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +II. +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O fontal wealth of hasting life,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">By stressful toil made sweet,</SPAN><BR> +Stay now thy journey—here oft come<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Wild sylvan things,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Here tender lovers meet.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P107"></A>107}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +By day the traveller spies the path<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To thy o'erbending shade,</SPAN><BR> +Drinks deep the brimming, cooling wave,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">A living draught,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And wends his way, remade.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +At night the one shy Pleiad drops<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Her veil to look within</SPAN><BR> +Thy clear, green-haloed deeps, and sees<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Herself more fair</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Than all her shining kin.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And, fair with labor's healthy toil,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Each face of yon dear home</SPAN><BR> +Thou'st set within the pearly blue,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Or crocus glow,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of overarching dome.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P108"></A>108}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And when return world-wandering feet,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Elate, or slow with sorrow,</SPAN><BR> +Thy pencil paints the changing form;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And here clasp hands</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The yester year and morrow.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O bright reincarnation, thou!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Though long thy heart, like fire,</SPAN><BR> +Burned to mount upward and away<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">To sun and sky,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A dream and a desire,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Here, here thy place and service too,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Tis heaven by thee to sup,</SPAN><BR> +To see the great red sun drop down,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The stars swim out,—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O Nature's loving cup!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P109"></A>109}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +III. +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And here the crystal spring abides—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Yet passes to the sea,</SPAN><BR> +There to renew the broken task<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Of long ago,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Now joyous task and free.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Fair spirit of the bourneless waves,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Glad voice in their sad choir,</SPAN><BR> +Sweeter 'mid sorrow's dirge to blend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The note of cheer,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Than list Apollo's lyre!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The sunbeams kiss the plaining deep,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wreathe with innumerous smiles</SPAN><BR> +The sounding waters as they meet,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">While sister sprites</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wake laughter round the isles.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P110"></A>110}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And ever as the rolling moon<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The unanchored sea forth-swings,</SPAN><BR> +The poet's ear may catch anew<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The gladsome notes,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Notes of the crystal springs.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And when he sits this spring beside,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Worn with the journey's strife,</SPAN><BR> +He cannot help but think of HIM<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Of Jacob's well,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">FOUNT of the deathless life.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P111"></A>111}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +AY ME! +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capS.jpg" ALT="dropcap-S" BORDER="0" WIDTH="31" HEIGHT="62"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +ilent, with hands crost meekly on his breast,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Long time, with keen and meditative eye,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Stood the old painter of Siena by</SPAN><BR> +A canvas, whose sign manual him confest.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +His head droopt low, his eye ceased from its quest,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As tears filled full the fountains long since dry;</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And from his lips there broke the haunting cry:</SPAN><BR> +"May God forgive me—I did not my best!"<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P112"></A>112}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE YEARS. +</H3> + +<P CLASS="intro"> +"Time in advance behind him hides his wings."—YOUNG.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +s comes amain the glossy flying raven,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That with unwavering wing, breast on the view,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 0.5em">Cleaves slow the lucid air beneath the blue,</SPAN><BR> +And seems scarce other than a figure graven—<BR> +Ha! now the sweeping pinions flash as levin,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And all their silken cordage whistles loud!—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lo, the departing flight, like fleck of cloud,</SPAN><BR> +Is swallowed quick by the awaiting heaven!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P113"></A>113}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So lag and tarry, to the youth, the years<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In their oncoming from the brooding sky,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Till bursts at middle life their rushing speed</SPAN><BR> +All breathless with the world of hopes and fears;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And, lo, departing, the Eternal Eye</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Winks them to moments in His endless brede!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P114"></A>114}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE NOTE OF NATURE. +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 6%" SRC="images/img-capE.jpg" ALT="dropcap-E" BORDER="0" WIDTH="30" HEIGHT="41"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +arth's manifold noises break<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Overhead, in the calm,</SPAN><BR> +In unison full, and wake<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The note of a psalm.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +On the sunny hills, in the vales,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It falls on my ear;</SPAN><BR> +Down the baffling winds it sails,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In the night draweth near.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P115"></A>115}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +It sounds like great mountains to me,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A deep monotone—</SPAN><BR> +Like the veiled AEonian sea,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That girdles Time's zone.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The sun and the stars and the moon<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Keep time with this note,</SPAN><BR> +The evening and morning and noon,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Things near and remote.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The tides ebb and flow to its beat,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Tis the seasons' rhyme,—</SPAN><BR> +The harebell and twin-flower sweet<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Its undertone chime.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P116"></A>116}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The night-moth stirs to the reed,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the beetle booms;</SPAN><BR> +The bird and the beast are keyed<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To the flower that blooms.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And man to his high service goes<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Aswing to his goal,</SPAN><BR> +Like the tides and the stars and the rose,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tone, overtone, whole!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I hear it by day and by night,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In storm and in calm,—</SPAN><BR> +A low swelling note from a height,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With the roll of a psalm.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P117"></A>117}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +AT THE FORD. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +I. +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + death-like dew was falling<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On the herbs and the grassy ground;</SPAN><BR> +The stars to their bournes prest forward,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Night cloaked the hills around.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He thought of a night long past,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of the ladder that reached to heaven,</SPAN><BR> +The Face that shone above it,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The pillar, his pillows of even.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P118"></A>118}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +II. +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +From out of the sleeve of the darkness<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Was thrust an arm of strength,—</SPAN><BR> +Long he wrestled for mastery,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But begged for blessing at length.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +White fear fell on him at dawn,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As the Nameless spake with him then;</SPAN><BR> +"Prevailer and Prince," called He him,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"A power with God and with men."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And, alone, the lame wrestler mused:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"The Face of God is this place!</SPAN><BR> +Ah me—and my life is preserved,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Yet God have I seen face to face!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P119"></A>119}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +III. +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Life's darkness is background for God,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For unsleeping Love's high command,</SPAN><BR> +And the shadowy heap of each life<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is revealed at the touch of His hand.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And the arm of Love doth wrestle<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All night by the fords we cross,</SPAN><BR> +To shrivel our sinews of self<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And give His blessing for loss.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Night shows the houses of heaven,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O pilgrim for life's journey shod!</SPAN><BR> +And from out the sleeve of darkness<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is thrust the arm of God.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P120"></A>120}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +REPOSE. +</H3> + +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" STYLE="margin-left: 5%" SRC="images/img-capA.jpg" ALT="dropcap-A" BORDER="0" WIDTH="35" HEIGHT="74"> + +<P CLASS="poem"> + mossy footfall in this wood<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A peal of thunder were,</SPAN><BR> +Or autumn tempest-shriek, compared<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With the unwhispered stir</SPAN><BR> +Of massy fluids lift in air,<BR> +To build these leafy pillars fair.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Lavished at wordless wish or mute<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Command, the chemic wealth</SPAN><BR> +Upsprings to meet the builders' hands,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All hushed as dusky stealth.</SPAN><BR> +Noiseless as love, as silent prayer<BR> +Mysterious, the builders are.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P121"></A>121}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ah, sure, these silences are works<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of God's sabbatic rest,</SPAN><BR> +A music perfect as the calm<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of wave's unbroken crest!</SPAN><BR> +These woven leaves that stilly nod,<BR> +These violets, ope their eyes on God.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The deep serene that worketh here<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Works, too, 'mid human tears;</SPAN><BR> +A thousand years as one day is,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">One day a thousand years.</SPAN><BR> +Fell death still thunders at his task,<BR> +But death the peace of God doth mask.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Song-waves, by Theodore H. 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Rand + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Song-waves + +Author: Theodore H. Rand + +Release Date: October 14, 2008 [EBook #26916] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONG-WAVES *** + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + + +[Frontispiece: Theodore H. Rand. _After a painting by J. W. L. Porter_] + + + + + +SONG-WAVES + + +BY + +THEODORE H. RAND + +D. C. L. + + +_Author of "At Minos Basin and other Poems," "A Treasury of Canadian +Verse."_ + + + + +TORONTO + +WILLIAM BRIGGS + +1900 + + + + + Entered according to Act of the + Parliament of Canada, in the year + one thousand nine hundred, by + EMELINE A. RAND, at the + Department of Agriculture. + + + + +CONTENTS. + + PAGE + +To EMELINE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13 + +SONG-WAVES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17 + A bird on sudden, as I write . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 + Above the scarred cliff's iron brow . . . . . . . . 23 + Across the hills the cattle call . . . . . . . . . . 39 + After the winds there is surcease . . . . . . . . . 24 + All day an ashen light serene . . . . . . . . . . . 55 + A quiet breath distils in calm . . . . . . . . . . . 33 + As on a hill-top near the sun . . . . . . . . . . . 46 + As turns my heart its crimson leaves . . . . . . . . 53 + + Break into flower, O garden fair . . . . . . . . . . 93 + + Calm soul, unkindled by the sight . . . . . . . . . 36 + Celestial sweetness swift outstrips . . . . . . . . 61 + + Dimly beheld, thou excellent . . . . . . . . . . . . 57 + Doubt flies before the truth that's quired . . . . . 28 + + Fair as the light on fire-tipt hills . . . . . . . . 58 + Far off and veiled it seems to me . . . . . . . . . 34 + Far up the brook, beyond the lin . . . . . . . . . . 78 + Filled oft with portents, oft withdrawn . . . . . . 25 + Frail Lucia of a mutual love . . . . . . . . . . . . 87 + Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood . . . . . . . . 49 + + Green tracery of fern to rust . . . . . . . . . . . 74 + + Hail, Mary, honored of the race . . . . . . . . . . 86 + Her steps fall sweet as summer rain . . . . . . . . 60 + Hope's clear blue eye is open wide . . . . . . . . . 82 + How swift soft-feathered Time sails on . . . . . . . 71 + + I dreamed I drew my parting breath . . . . . . . . . 80 + I feel the season's dreamy call . . . . . . . . . . 50 + If mighty angels fair and tall . . . . . . . . . . . 38 + I keep one picture in my heart . . . . . . . . . . . 52 + Immortal Love, immortal ruth . . . . . . . . . . . . 94 + Impressions vast and vague flow in . . . . . . . . . 19 + I see that power is not in art . . . . . . . . . . . 83 + I would enshrine in silvern song . . . . . . . . . . 13 + + Like oxeye daisies of the field . . . . . . . . . . 91 + Look now! The crested waters sleep . . . . . . . . 70 + Love bows herself in holy prayer . . . . . . . . . . 45 + Love's inspirations of the lyre . . . . . . . . . . 90 + + Man's highest word, as God's above . . . . . . . . . 44 + Men plow and sow while moves the sun . . . . . . . . 27 + My quickened sense can only plod . . . . . . . . . . 72 + + Never before has my ear heard . . . . . . . . . . . 56 + + O glorious light! Thy limpid wave . . . . . . . . . 85 + O June has lit her splendid lamp . . . . . . . . . . 32 + O patriot, ruler, leader great . . . . . . . . . . . 88 + O soul that art essential change . . . . . . . . . . 17 + Over the brow of lofty scar . . . . . . . . . . . . 69 + + Philosophy doth dig and draw . . . . . . . . . . . . 65 + Pure lily, open on the breast . . . . . . . . . . . 30 + + Revolving without rest and goal . . . . . . . . . . 31 + + Says one who with the sad condoles . . . . . . . . . 76 + Spirit of song, life's golden ray . . . . . . . . . 18 + Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood . . . . . . . . . . 47 + Superbest power with sweetness wed . . . . . . . . . 22 + Sure in this realm of Sense and Time . . . . . . . . 54 + Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee . . . . . . . . . . . 16 + + The bird of needle beak, and breast . . . . . . . . 29 + The flecks of gold that glorify . . . . . . . . . . 41 + The full ripe year, these maple hills . . . . . . . 79 + The ideal is a lifting sky . . . . . . . . . . . . . 42 + The infinite in grand repose . . . . . . . . . . . . 66 + The mirrored silence of this pool . . . . . . . . . 68 + The scarlet arch of evening fills . . . . . . . . . 63 + The sovereign law of human life . . . . . . . . . . 92 + The spirit firm and swelling soul . . . . . . . . . 43 + The sweep, O heart, of Love's account . . . . . . . 21 + The sword and spear and savage knife . . . . . . . . 89 + The "trees of God," the prophet said . . . . . . . . 40 + The world's a train at speeding rate . . . . . . . . 8l + There are no solitudes to view . . . . . . . . . . . 37 + There ever wakes an evil wraith . . . . . . . . . . 77 + This golden-browed September land . . . . . . . . . 51 + This tiny life, with exquisite wings . . . . . . . . 64 + Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell . . . . . . . 15 + 'Tis fit the bloodroot in white hood . . . . . . . . 20 + Two lives made one, the man and wife . . . . . . . . 67 + + Unnumbered traits shine in thy face . . . . . . . . 62 + Unveiled as kinsman, Love did seek . . . . . . . . . 84 + + Vast promise is the sea, and vast . . . . . . . . . 35 + + We talked of bird and flower and tree . . . . . . . 14 + What nature mirrors and reveals . . . . . . . . . . 73 + What though the sea-shell cheats the ear . . . . . . 75 + Who loveth not the elm tree fair . . . . . . . . . . 26 + With lathe of viewless hyaline . . . . . . . . . . . 59 + +THE WHITETHROAT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95 + +SUMMER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 97 + +GLORY-ROSES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100 + +THE WIND . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103 + +THE CRYSTAL SPRING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 104 + +AY ME! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111 + +THE YEARS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112 + +THE NOTE OF NATURE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 114 + +AT THE FORD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 117 + +REPOSE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120 + + + + +[Greek: _ta panta e'n au'to sunesteken_.] (In Him all things hold +together.) + + + +{13} + + TO EMELINE. + + I would enshrine in silvern song + The charm that bore our souls along, + As in the sun-flushed days of summer + We felt the pulsings of nature's throng; + + When flecks of foam of flying spray + Smote white the red sun's torrid ray, + Or wimpling fogs toyed with the mountain, + Aerial spirits of dew at play; + + When hovering stars, poised in the blue, + Came down and ever closer drew; + Or, in the autumn air astringent, + Glimmered the pearls of the moonlit dew. + +{14} + + We talked of bird and flower and tree, + Of God and man and destiny. + The years are wise though days be foolish, + We said, as swung to its goal the sea. + + Our spirits knew keen fellowship + Of light and shadow, heart and lip; + The veil of Maya grew transparent, + And hidden things came within our grip. + + And then we sang: "In Arcady + All hearts are born, thus happy-free, + Till film of sin shuts out the Vision + That is, and was, and that is to be." + +{15} + + Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell + To which our spirits rose and fell. + As drops of dew throb with the ocean, + We felt ourselves of His tidal swell. + + "Nature's enchantment is of Love,-- + Goodness, and truth, and beauty wove; + In Him all things do hold together, + And onward, upward to Him they move." + + And as we spake the full moon came, + A splendid globe in silver flame, + From out the dusky waste of waters, + Reposeful sped by His mighty name. + +{16} + + Sweetheart, I dedicate to thee + These Song-Waves from life's voiceful sea. + They ebb and flow with swift occasion, + Bearing rich freight, and perhaps debris. + + Each murmuring low its song apart + May hint a symphony of art, + Since under all, within, and over, + Is diapason of Love's great heart. + + For thee, as on the bridal day, + (Sweet our November as the May!) + Are joined in one our high communings; + So take them, dear, as thine own, I pray. + + TORONTO, 1900. + + + + +{17} + + SONG-WAVES + + O soul, that art essential change, + Bickering beams, a flutter strange, + Lightning of thought and gust of passion, + A silver thread in this mountain range; + + The waters of thy shimmering rill, + More real are they than granite hill; + Thy tremulous waves of mystic feeling + Nourish a life of enduring will. + + The sun and moon from spacious height, + And stars, may crumble into night; + Why shouldst thou cease to move forever, + A living glow of eternal light? + + + +{18} + + Spirit of Song, life's golden ray + That burneth in this house of clay, + Despite the stress of blast and tempest + To quench the flickering light and play; + + Rapture of seraphs bright thou art, + Yet kindlest in the human heart + The fluid soul's upbreathed emotion, + Whose light shines clear as a star apart,-- + + A fairer light of sweeter fame + Than science knows to praise or blame, + Wherein the soul has open vision, + And feels the glow of His holy flame. + + + +{19} + + Impressions vast and vague flow in + From Somewhat that to me is kin. + Shall I assemble them all careless + In the mind's garret or waste dust-bin? + + Nay. In solution in the soul's + Own hot equators, frosty poles, + I'll more and more their import cherish, + Their deeps on deeps to my shelving shoals. + + O heart, with tentacles in sea, + Like oral-disked anemone, + Taste thou the wine of shoreless oceans, + And feed on food that was meant for thee! + + + +{20} + + 'Tis fit the bloodroot in white hood + Should brave the parting winter's mood,-- + Come, thou, pale violet, streaked, sweet-scented, + Beside the runs of this tempered wood. + + I hunger for thy gentle face, + Sweetest of all the wildwood race! + O flower, at once ideal and essence, + Why stayest thou from thy wonted place? + + Thou art not dead? Nay, when death crept + Upon thy form, thy full life leapt + Defiance at the harsh destroyer, + And slept as seed! Thou hast overslept. + + + +{21} + + The sweep, O heart, of Love's account! + Hearken: "I am of life the Fount; + All are within My deeps of Being, + The toiling city, the sea, the mount. + + "Yea, when thou cleav'st the pillared tree, + Raisest the stone, I am with thee; + Darkness and light, flux and becoming, + Signal My presence, and ceaselessly. + + "Regard Me not as though afar; + Ope thine heart's eyes, and, lo, My Star + Burns 'neath Time's vesture, true Shekinah, + Centre and Soul of the things that are." + + + +{22} + + Superbest power with sweetness wed + The inner eye doth overspread, + And vasts of nature blend as beauty + Suffused with awe at the Fountain Head. + + The stream of power that floweth here + I see in pageant of the year, + Aye shimmering as light and shadow-- + A wonderment on the verge of fear! + + The world's not dead but animate, + And gives as free to mean as great; + Wealth of true power is not a kingdom + Of time and place, but the soul's estate. + + + +{23} + + Above the scarred cliff's iron brow + There speeds the fruitful crooked plow; + While on the soft west wind come odors + Of plumy pine and of balsam bough. + + Here at the base another sight-- + It ceaseth not by day nor night-- + Ormudz and Ahriman contending, + Destroyer dark and White Soul of light! + + Bared by life's ever beating brine, + The rocky bases that define + Of good and ill the place of meeting, + Be bugle-call to this heart of mine! + + + +{24} + + After the winds there is surcease; + Take courage, heart, and be at peace; + The printless beach, all combed and shining, + In beauty lies with its windrow fleece. + + Impetuous as a torrent's speed + White horses raced this watery mead, + With manes of chrysoprase aflowing, + Each neighing loud to its neighbour steed. + + The wastes that finger pebbly shores, + Unplowed by ship nor cut by oars, + His music wake as sweet as attar, + And flash in light as the heavenly floors. + + + +{25} + + Filled oft with portents, oft withdrawn, + My inward skies, from earliest dawn + To this full hour, have borne their witness + Of one who out of the darkness shone. + + The soul is dowered with awful things, + Mystic as sound of unseen wings,-- + The sense of God, of Law, of Duty, + Of Life, and Destiny. Signet rings + + Flash on these fingers of one hand-- + The Hand of God! The mean, the grand, + Tremble beneath the fearsome covert + Till lurid sky with the Rainbow's spanned. + + + +{26} + + Who loveth not the elm tree fair, + A fountain green in summer air, + Whose tremulous spray cools the faint meadow, + And croons to all of a careless care? + + It shades the city's paven way, + Where redbreast knows the white moon's ray; + It sentinels the moss-grown homestead, + And waits the men of a coming day. + + Its curving lines that fill the sight, + Like mellow meteor's path of light, + Or orbed spring of walls of azure, + My spirit greet from the infinite. + + + +{27} + + Men plow and sow while moves the sun + Away, away from work begun; + Ofttimes they've heard "Seedtime and harvest + Are sure"--the word of the Sovereign One. + + We link our deeds with law supreme, + In field and flood, in wood and stream; + We test Omnipotence by labor, + And reap rewards of no idle dream. + + Obedience is the astringent wine + That's quaffed by strenuous souls and fine, + Of cloudy doubt the heavenly solvent, + The Christ's elixir of life divine. + + + +{28} + + Doubt flies before the truth that's quired + When earth in living green 's attired, + As ghosts before the daystar's rising,-- + The grass is ever God finger-spired. + + When life is low my awe-stirred soul + No vision has of nature's whole; + It would unsheathe a weapon naked + And cut the bands of divine control. + + The Nazarene knows no decrease,-- + He shed His beams on Rome and Greece! + O radiant is His word: Consider + The springing grass, and have rest and peace! + + + +{29} + + The bird of needle beak, and breast + Of orange flame, doth weave its nest + At tip of branch, a cradle swinging + To all the airs of the south and west. + + Who schooled thy needle to begin + Its forth and back and out and in, + Till plaited cot, a gourd-like pendant, + Shall temper winds to thy first of kin? + + Thy sun-bright mate, his joy to prove, + Flutes sweet his ardors from above. + O golden robin, skyey-nested, + Thou rockest safe in the arms of Love. + + + +{30} + + Pure lily, open on the breast + Of toiling waters' much unrest, + Thy simple soul mounts up in worship + Like ecstasy of a spirit blest! + + Thy wealth of ivory and gold, + All that thou hast, thou dost unfold! + Fixed in the unseen thy life breathes upward + A heavenly essence from out earth's mould. + + Now comes the chill and dusk of night,-- + Folds up thy precious gold and white! + Thy casket sinks within veiled bosom, + To ope the richer in morrow's light. + + + +{31} + + Revolving without rest and goal + The way of life of budding soul, + From seed to leaf and stalk, I see it, + From leaf to bloom and from bloom to whole. + + About the Daystar, God-indwelt, + It turneth to His influence felt, + Till, dusk beam-smitten into daylight, + It in the palpitant heavens doth melt. + + Lift, lift, ye gates of endless noons, + That entrance yield on God's own boons + Of liberty as law in fruitage, + And timeless months of transcendent Junes! + + + +{32} + + O June has lit her splendid lamp + In the broad meadow lush and damp, + Where loves the brook in loops to loiter, + And tufted vernal to pitch its camp! + + Last night she veiled the starlit sky, + And walked beside the brook so shy; + She took from out her beating bosom + A lighted orchis--and passed on high. + + At dawn July came o'er the hills-- + O light of eye and deep heart-thrills, + As she beheld the glowing orchis + Whose splendor now all the meadow fills! + + + +{33} + + A quiet breath distils in calm, + And fills the fields with honeyed balm; + It cools the rose's cheek, and rolleth + In drops of dew on the poppy's palm-- + + Each crystal globe filled full of fire, + And flashing like a color pyre, + All heavened beneath the eye of morning, + To sate the hunger of day's desire. + + O Breath divine, that form and hue, + And ecstasy of light and blue, + Gave to Orion and the Pleiads, + Thou hast begotten the orbs of dew. + + + +{34} + + Far-off and veiled it seems to me, + The face of yester dreamy sea, + That breathed so soft its shining waters + Pungent with odors of rosemary. + + No sculptured arabesque to-day, + But unhewn strength in mighty play, + That heaves the ship on bursting billow + And smites the cliff in its ancient way! + + Beneath its silken vestments beat + A lion heart of jungle heat; + Its couchant soul delights in battle + To fell the rock and to whelm the fleet. + + + +{35} + + Vast promise is the sea, and vast + Its pain. Its secret is held fast,-- + Now hope's wide open eye and sunny, + And now a weeping and wailing past. + + (I have a grievance unredrest + That stings my heart and rends my breast,-- + Perhaps _it_ gathers in its bosom + The sorrows wild of the world's opprest?) + + Deformity or pain unstrings + The music of the soul of things,-- + Ah, suns burn bright in eyes of panther, + And lightnings leap in the eagle's wings! + + + +{36} + + Calm soul, unkindled by the sight + Of open heavens at noon of night, + Thou'lt dread the fires of day of judgment + When roll the skies as a parchment slight. + + He waits not for that upward gaze-- + The world is full of judgment days; + And every night the page is written, + "An atheist," or "Behold he prays!" + + Ah, me! These lights so manifold, + So silvern new, so golden old, + Do witness swift, like fires of vengeance, + Against indifferent hearts and cold. + + + +{37} + + There are no solitudes to view, + The whole world lies in drop of dew; + From where it hangs all space is open; + It neighbors stars of the crystal blue. + + This open vision has my soul + Athrill with silent organ-roll + Of immanence divine, and feels it + Upgather all in harmonious whole,-- + + Deep waves of God's vast music clear, + That pulse one choral atmosphere + Of Love's concordant purposes, and + Fore-score the song of His golden year. + + + +{38} + + If mighty angels fair and tall, + Each robed as priestly seneschal, + On altar-suns burn incense daily, + As wheel the systems to Love's sweet call, + + Earth's sun is sure an altar-rose, + Abloom from dawn to day's bright close. + The mighty angel stoops above it + With pulsing wings, as it golden glows, + + To fan the incense-waves through space. + When buds the light or folds its grace, + He lifts erect his glorious stature, + Kindling the sky from his ruddy face. + + + +{39} + + Across the hills the cattle call, + As black the boding shadows fall; + Zigzag the lightning writes its message + That's thundered forth from the mountain wall. + + From out the overhanging frown + The loosened rain comes rattling down! + The swallow's gone, the daisy cowers-- + But joy to fields in their tan and brown! + + The burnished cypher of the sky + Now lets the loud-tongued thunder die. + Nature's delight, a timeless rapture, + Glows in her face and rekindled eye. + + + +{40} + + The "trees of God," the prophet said, + Great trees, with sap, and laurelled head; + Ay, trees of God! all strength, all beauty, + Wove by invisible Hand and thread,-- + + With anchors flexed as lissome withe; + With boles like mighty monolith; + These arms of brawn, outstretched in power + To brave the storms that would test their pith! + + Lords of the scene in blasts and calms, + The breath of life within their palms, + They rhythmic sway in choral murmur + While seas and suns chant their rolling psalms. + + + +{41} + + The flecks of gold that glorify + The forest floors to loving eye, + Withdraw from me,--a splendor lingers + On trees of God, in their crowns on high. + + And as the arch with stars is sprent, + I hear balm-dew from firmament + Drip richly from their whispering leafage + To soothe the fields to a sweet content. + + In bloom of dark they softly stir, + Till arrowy dawn the shadow-blur + Dispels--God's tingling kiss of morning + On oak and maple and pine and fir. + + + +{42} + + The ideal is a lifting sky + Wherein my soul may upward fly; + It moveth as I onward journey, + Solace of heart and the light of eye. + + Spirit to spirit! Thus is wrought + All that uplifts the world of thought + Or wings the soul with aspiration, + By which the life to its height is brought. + + Great souls the mount of vision trod, + While plumy fire their sandals shod; + They saw the unseen and eternal. + O life is life when 'tis seen in God! + + + +{43} + + The spirit firm and swelling soul + Are heart of noble self-control, + Sources of power transmuting danger + To clarion-call to the man as whole. + + 'Tis courage helms the bark that's tost + By wild typhoon, or swept by frost, + While sailing life's surprising ocean,-- + Strike sail to fear and the bark is lost. + + O muse, thou sing'st no siren strain + To him who plows this heaven-domed main! + Thy starry eyes look down all-wistful + On souls that toy with a tangled skein. + + + +{44} + + Man's highest word, as God's above, + The golden word of words, is love; + Its whisper is the soul's one rapture, + Its voice the voice of the brooding dove. + + Immortal rose of joy elate, + Thy perfume's waft by palace gate + Or hovel door, in cloud or sunshine, + That breath of Eden which all hearts wait. + + Ensouled in clay man's glory is, + Yet love dilates this soul of his + Till chrysalis of earth be shattered, + And comes the answer to Psyche's quiz. + + + +{45} + + Love bows herself in holy prayer + To worship ever the All Fair; + She coins her heart in largess golden, + And beggars self on her altar-stair. + + Love lifts her hands that, liker yet + To One whom on the way she met, + All hearts may glow, as sea to sky light, + Till earth shall never its heaven forget. + + Love bears upon her ardent breast + The fainting ones in east and west, + And yearning cries: Let come Thy kingdom, + Be Thou of sorrowing hearts the guest. + + + +{46} + + As on a hill-top near the sun + The stars are unseen, every one, + While from its base within the valley + Their festal pomp is e'en now begun; + + So lowly lives 'mid shadows passed + Have higher skies above them massed, + See galaxies and constellations-- + The many mansions o'er them englassed. + + Encamped am I; earth's not my home. + The glory flashing 'neath yon dome, + Refusing to be leashed, like music, + Supernal is, and it beckons, Come! + + + +{47} + + Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood-- + Open the life unto the good. + The great sun globes itself at morning + In dewy lawns, but 'tis dark in wood. + + Up, up, and purge thy spirit's sight. + See wheeling wings, superb in flight, + Of golden eagle's aspiration! + E'en thus aspire to the Central Light. + + In loom divine the clouds are wove, + And shot with hues of irised dove, + The blinding shafts of light to temper + With airy curtains of Love's own love. + + + +{48} + + A bird on sudden, as I write, + Through open door in eager flight + Seeks refuge from a falcon's talons, + Upon my breast, in its fearful plight. + + Slight bird and dark in olive green, + With yellow throat, thy living sheen + Doth come and go with thy heart's throbbing,-- + Safe, safe art thou from his talons keen! + + I am as God to thee, poor thing! + Now take thee to thy heaven and sing + A virelay for thy deliverance, + Sweet vireo of the olive wing! + + + +{49} + + Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood, + Thou call'st me back to my childhood! + Thy aromatic odors waken + A thousand echoes. I hear the good + + Old man of God, long-haired and tall, + In the old church, to great and small, + His lightning message give, and listen + The echoing thunder that rolled o'er all. + + The tiny child twirls oft its spray + Of southernwood,--'tis a far day, + Yet fresh I smell the keen aroma, + See arms ahovering--"Let us pray!" + + + +{50} + + I feel the season's dreamy call + In hawkbit, asters, 'pyeweed tall,-- + Glory of August ere September + Trumpet the note of the hasting fall. + + A flash in crystal waters cold-- + O dream in silver, red, and gold-- + The speckled trout above the gravel + Lies by the rock where the stream is rolled! + + Grasshoppers chirp and crickets chir, + The rich-tagged alders nod and pur, + The kine bells drowse the distant pasture,-- + All nature waits for the coming stir. + + + +{51} + + This golden-browed September land + Is rich of heart and free of hand; + Fresh from the mint of God, and taintless, + Are flung her guineas of gold, like sand. + + Here where the road winds round the hill, + And down beside the tidal mill, + Marsh goldenrod and its plumed sister + Their spangled ore in a largess spill. + + The Sabbath sabbatize, said He,-- + This gold is sacred unto me,-- + Rich gift of God unknown of mammon, + Kingdom of Heaven by the roadside, free! + + + +{52} + + I keep one picture in my heart, + To be of life a cherished part,-- + A picture waiting yet its canvas + From master hand of divinest art: + + A wan blind man and Christ sun-brown, + Hand in His hand, are walking down + The thronged street into the open + Beyond the walls of Bethsaida town. + + Light of the world with night in kiss! + Pathetic scene--a scene of bliss! + The rayless eyes are touched to healing! + Was ever picture so sweet as this? + + + + +{53} + + As turns my heart its crimson leaves, + And life's own diary freshly weaves, + I see the pages glow intenser, + A wondrous story my bosom heaves. + + Beneath the careless lines there writ + Appear in beauty, clear, sunlit, + Mysterious Love's own tender story, + How this poor heart to His own was knit. + + Mine, mine, while moons the waters move! + Mine, while Heaven lasts, and Love is Love! + Methinks He hid this sweet love favor + That I might find it--my treasure-trove. + + + +{54} + + Sure in this realm of Sense and Time + Passes an endless pantomime + Of life and thought, whose tone and color + A shadow is of a heavenly prime. + + The rose unfolds from the unseen; + It was not to the senses keen; + 'Tis broken to the vision softly, + A crown of crowns of the summer's green. + + In hushed and breathless Beauty's name, + From out the veiled deeps as flame + It comes, a thing of sense, of spirit, + And passeth out by the way it came. + + + +{55} + + All day an ashen light serene + Has brooded o'er this longed-for scene, + Its tints and damask flush all hiding, + As if obscured by a dusky screen. + + Here when a child I used to lie + For hours, and watch the clouds go by, + See the black shadows climb the mountain + Or safely ride o'er the billowy rye. + + O Beauty, shy as sylvan run, + Demure as some sweet-hooded nun, + And wrapt about with grey of gloaming, + Unveil thy face to the sinking sun. + + +{56} + + Never before has my ear heard + A sweeter music, passion stirred, + Nor depth and purity so azurn, + Of breathing dawn and of morning bird. + + She comes, in heyday of her blood, + Over the groves and waiting flood! + The air is vital with her presence, + And banners wave from the woodbine's bud. + + AEolian sylphs touch soft their lutes, + Brooks tinkle, tinkle past the roots, + As Beauty, hidden in the cover, + Fingers the stops of her melting flutes. + + + +{57} + + Dimly beheld, thou excellent, + Ideal of grace! 'tis ravishment + To breathe thy atmosphere, O Beauty, + Whene'er thou stirr'st in thy greening tent. + + I cannot see thee as thou art, + Nor trace thy goings but in part; + O dearer thus, like starry music + Half heard, that thrills with its string my heart. + + If thou shouldst part thy sheeny veil + And strike thy fires, my heart would quail + Beneath the eye of naked glory, + The molten sun, as the moon, be pale. + + + +{58} + + Fair as the light on fire-tipt hills, + From out her hollow hand she spills + The pale and powdery moonbeams, sifting + O'er sleeping farms and the winking rills. + + The silvered leaves smile in their sleep; + Headlands their hoary watches keep; + The glimmering ships the moonglade furrow-- + The path where beauty fore-walks the deep. + + And now the powdery beam is thrown + On marguerite and pearl moonstone, + On fluffy bird with wing aweary,-- + Soft, dreaming child! 'tis her silver blown. + + + +{59} + + With lathe of viewless hyaline, + She shapes the shell and scale and fin, + Dropping unseen her pearls of moonlight, + And blushes all as her kith and kin. + + Distaff of light is in her hand, + From which she spins the lily, and + The sendal robes of field and forest, + With dewy odors in every strand. + + And from her snow-white palette's dyes + She paints the peacock's hundred eyes, + The robin's egg, the apple blossom, + And domes the world with her sapphire skies. + + + +{60} + + Her steps fall sweet as summer rain, + And lull to dream the thoughts of pain,-- + O glowing grass, O violet skyey, + Ye hint of something of fairer grain! + + She outruns sympathy of crowds; + Her dwelling is above the clouds; + She stoops to kiss the rose to crimson-- + Her face no featureless mask enshrouds. + + Her chatelaine's of amber fine; + No hue of coming autumn's wine + But she outpours from tawny beaker, + And fills each grape of the swelling vine. + + + +{61} + + Celestial sweetness swift outstrips + The light unleashed of its eclipse!-- + A fire of dew burns in her bosom, + And steady glows through her eyes and lips. + + She holds fair forms of ferns and seeds, + Lichens and fruits and burnished reeds, + And pours, in wake of mellow harvest, + Splendors of flame on the leaves and weeds. + + O give, give me my own of that + Which sweeps and circles like the bat + Around me as I walk in ether, + O fair Divine, at whose feet I've sat! + + + +{62} + + Unnumbered traits shine in thy face, + Harmonious blent in Time and Space; + Ideal of form, of tone, of color, + Of thought, emotion, and deed, O Grace! + + Ay me! I speak familiar words. + Thou art a presence of my Lord's! + Spirit of splendor, thou, O Beauty, + That lights His brow, and that crowns and girds. + + O Christ, Thou bright Heaven's Morning Star, + In whom all live and move and are, + Thou Chiefest, altogether lovely, + Beauty in Time is Thy avatar! + + + +{63} + + The scarlet arch of evening fills + Heights o'er the vapor-laden hills + With brilliant samite robes that flutter + Something beneath that my spirit thrills. + + O Infinite, and Whom I bless! + Glow of embodied perfectness! + O Sea of supersensuous Being, + Whose tides the unutterable express! + + (This, this it was that Plato saw + On back of Heaven!)--Let self withdraw + From this o'ermastering light and splendor, + These rolling waves of a trembling awe! + + + +{64} + + This tiny life, with exquisite wings, + Is one with all earth's moving things; + The light that burns in great Arcturus + Is tinct with gold of our wedding rings. + + In every fibre, every jot, + The universe is one, I wot + Great God, Thou'rt One, and we Thy offspring + Can see some angles of Thy wide thought. + + Thy footprints mark the ageless years, + Thy hand authenticates the spheres; + The voice of Time, the hush eternal, + One anthem sound in Thy listening ears. + + + +{65} + + Philosophy doth dig and draw; + Instinct translateth into law,-- + The universe in one God dwelling, + The poet's vision forekenned with awe. + + He is a seer in night of Time, + Casting red foregleams in his rhyme, + Of rising stars on man's horizon; + Herald of truth of a choral clime,-- + + Impassioned truth from inward deeps, + That oft like lightning sudden leaps + From darkness, blazing a far pathway + To hills of God, which the sunlight steeps. + + + +{66} + + The infinite in grand repose + Moves under life's tempestuous throes, + As move the waters deep of ocean + Far 'neath the ship when the tempest blows. + + The cloud-rack streams across the sky, + The breaking billows threaten high; + These are Time's shadows on the voyage, + And bring the infinite Presence nigh. + + All sunlit seas in joyous dance + Might show life but as happy chance, + Nor hint of One who saves divinely,-- + My faith is linked with deliverance. + + + +{67} + + Two lives made one, the man and wife + (A mystic thing to world of strife), + Serenity of oneness, wholeness, + Repose of love as the law of life! + + Uncaught by skill of painter's art, + There glows a radiance of the heart + In which the naked truth, as sculpture, + Is seen in colorless calm apart,-- + + A luminous calm of spiritual light, + Dissolving drop serene of sight + Oft gathering o'er the eye of reason, + And robing day in the folds of night. + + + +{68} + + The mirrored silence of this pool + Reveals a world of noiseless rule. + It soothes and rests my fevered spirit-- + A bath of balm of the deeps, and cool. + + Still move the clouds, still wheel the skies, + The aspiring tree no longer sighs,-- + Fair thoughts of God, full-clothed in Heaven, + All calm and beautiful in Love's eyes! + + Glassed in the light of Heaven's repose, + He wears perfection, like a rose! + Impatient heart, be still! Thou seest + He brings His work to a perfect close. + + + +{69} + + Over the brow of lofty scar + Quivers the light of evening star, + And throws within the gorge's gloaming + A kiss of beams on the brook afar. + + Quivers the stream with strange delight + Through all the murmuring hours of night, + And to the pale moss tells its story, + And lichens fumbling far up the height. + + And in its dusk, for aye the brook + To cliffy covert, caverned nook, + Brattles its sweet and starry secret-- + Foregleam of day and an open look! + + + +{70} + + Look now! The crested waters sleep; + White stars their emerald twilight keep + Above the tryst of pensile glories + That kiss to purple-and-gold the deep. + + Blossoms the rose red as its name; + The trees aspire to heaven, like flame; + Articulate the gold-eyed songsters; + While angels lean from their place of fame. + + O sleep, sleep now, sleep silverly, + Radiant, divine, deep-bosomed sea! + Thy cradle rocks to skyey breathings, + Bright fall Love's shadows on you and me. + + + +{71} + + How swift soft-feathered Time sails on + Its skyward flight, nor stays to con + The gulfs of space it wingeth over,-- + Mere pools that hint of a shoreless yon! + + Sunsets and dawns, mirage, the sea, + Foreshadow Nature's fixed decree, + While steady rolls the round of seasons,-- + The soul foreknows its eternity. + + From spiritual heights beyond the spheres, + My ear elusive music hears; + In stressful hours it falls and hovers, + And life is lift to AEonian years. + + + +{72} + + My quickened sense can only plod. + Imagination waves its rod, + My spirit burns with lightning splendor, + Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. + + As moves the wind on sightless wings, + Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, + While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, + And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; + + So through the world doth Spirit move, + And presence by His working prove,-- + A mystery of might and music, + A lonelihood of eternal love. + + + +{73} + + What Nature mirrors and reveals-- + The purblind vision it unseals + To sight of awesome Presence holy, + That chastens sore ere He soothes and heals,-- + + The reign of law, with ethic rule + E'en in the breast of idle fool, + (As moon and stars are heavenly pictured + Within the breast of a noisome pool)-- + + Herein is claim of Nature's worth. + Though I forget the forms of earth, + Of gilded cloud and circling planet, + I know His fire lives within their girth. + + + +{74} + + Green tracery of fern to rust; + The shouldering hills to level dust,-- + This is the law of rhythmic nature, + The ebb and flow of its may and must. + + I hear the wind-harp's wilding tones + Sobbing a requiem o'er their bones; + "The golden-globed skies shall perish," + The harper harps as he wails and moans. + + Wild heart, within thy ruby vault + Is flashed a purpose, free of fault + From great High Priest's own breast-plate splendid,-- + E'en deathless life out of death's assault. + + + +{75} + + What, though the sea-shell cheats the ear, + And from my blood, free-coursing near, + Unspheres the far and murmurous phantom + Of breaking seas that I faintly hear? + + Of life beyond there come to me + Hints truer than shell's phantom sea,-- + I brood all space, the past, the present, + And timeless realms of eternity! + + The rose-lipt thing has lost its pearl,-- + Death's chamber is its polished whorl; + I am a life, and feel of Being + No phantom touch, but the vital swirl. + + + +{76} + + Says one who with the sad condoles: + "No delicate delight unrolls + But soon o'er it is flung a shadow." + O feeblest folly of shallow souls! + + A foolishness all overworn, + Yet deadly as the frost of scorn! + The serious mind is born of sorrow; + On Love's brow rested a crown of thorn. + + The shadowland is rift with bright-- + It did the deed of deeds incite! + The Son of Man, Jehovah's Servant, + Through shadows passed to His crown of light. + + + +{77} + + There ever wakes an evil wraith + To test the courage of my faith, + As life's dark passages are thridded,-- + "Alone! Alone!" are the words it saith. + + Ah, no! the wraith's an angel one + Whose face is always to the sun, + A guardian of the heart's temptations, + That saves by fear ere the course be run. + + 'Tis Father love each round of day + That shadows in a twilight grey, + Or with Love's raven pinion covers, + To tempt His child from itself away. + + + +{78} + + Far up the brook, beyond the lin, + I hear the impatient bluejay's din, + While in the browning beech, nut-laden, + The chipmunk gathers his harvest in. + + (Of all earth's trees exceeding fair, + Thee have I loved beyond compare, + Most human beech! and felt thy spirit + Tremble to mine in the dusky air.) + + The year is rounding up its task, + And kingly gives to all that ask; + Ay, soon 'twill move in pomp so royal + The world shall seem, but a heavenly mask! + + + +{79} + + The full ripe year, these maple hills! + The pure October weather fills + Earth's veins so full of glowing crimson + That every leaf is ablush, and thrills. + + An expectation holds the days, + And angel sunbeams throng the ways; + The luminous skies grow close and tender, + And over all is a brooding haze. + + 'Tis summer's apotheosis + In flame of color, burning kiss, + As dew dies in the arms of sunlight-- + A world of beauty dissolved in bliss. + + + +{80} + + I dreamed I drew my parting breath, + And fell, in sinking swoon of death, + To gulfs of utter night all chilly, + While woven hands held me close beneath. + + And then, as thousand lights on shore, + The radiant forms I'd known before; + And growing sound of kindly voices, + And flood of light through an open door. + + And, lo, at stern and prow there stands, + Close-veiled, an angel winged!--the sands + Beneath the shallop's keel wake music; + Folded am I by the pierced hands! + + + +{81} + + "The world's a train at speeding rate; + An iron track its wheels await; + We're all on board--beyond is darkness, + For God is only a name for Fate." + + Thus mouths and blasphemes round about + An age in bondage to its doubt. + "Pray!" says the soul, and God, and Christ--and + Freedom affirm with a ringing shout + + "Believe in God, believe in Me," + Is freedom's voice like sounding sea, + Its grand AMEN from Him that liveth + And holds of this, and all worlds, the key. + + + +{82} + + Hope's clear blue eye is open wide, + And hath fair visions that abide; + The white light of imagination + Glows on her brows as a heavenly bride. + + Her face is lift to veiled things, + To which she mounts as if with wings; + The tents of night, the sable future, + Are light as day with the song she sings. + + As lithe as breadths of silvery rye + When wrestling winds its footing try, + The spirit that with hope is gleaming; + It must look up to the bending sky. + + + +{83} + + I see that power is not in art, + Nor name nor place essential part + Of life's reality and glory; + The strength of life is the health of heart. + + If man but lived the pure white truth, + As lives the lily tender ruth, + The earth were Paradise to-morrow, + The Christ, unveiled, would be here in sooth. + + The worldly wise, he does not heed,-- + What love sees true is true indeed! + Immortal blooms this hardy blossom, + And deathless fruits in a deathless creed. + + + +{84} + + Unveiled as kinsman, Love did seek + His wandering brethren, Jew and Greek. + (That God made man in His own image + Did human life of our God fore-speak). + + Nor mask nor vesture was His mien + By man and angels wistly seen, + Nor filmy veil, nor apparition, + God's human life as the Nazarene. + + A man the Christ of God earth trod, + And showed to man, and worlds abroad, + The holy, good, and sorrowing Father, + Atoning love, and the heart of God. + + + +{85} + + O glorious light! Thy limpid wave + Doth floor of living being pave, + And life from out the caves of darkness + Waft to His sheltering architrave. + + From void of night's lone pall of jet, + Yellow and red and violet + Into a quivering beam were woven,-- + His flying looms are aweaving yet. + + If man and beast and tree and flower + Unweave not Love's rich beauteous dower, + All Danae again earth darkles + Beneath His ceaseless and golden shower. + + + +{86} + + Hail, Mary, honored of the race! + Light of the Home, its fount of grace, + Is woman--sister, wife, and mother-- + Circling a towered and a heavenly place. + + She sorrowed oft for Love's dear sake, + She did the alabaster break; + Like Him she knows of pain and anguish, + And doth for life of death's cup partake. + + Hope of the race! since from Home's throne + (Sweet Love's own gift, and His alone,) + She giveth laws to coming ages-- + Builder from cope to foundation stone! + + + +{87} + + Frail Lucia of a mutual love! + Fair little winged cooing dove, + Thou'st fluttered down from thy far dovecote, + Awhile to nestle in earth's sweet grove. + + Would it were sweeter, child, for thee-- + Sweet as the silver-breaking sea + (When Indian summer broods upon it) + Doth flute and fife to the golden tree! + + Thine angel listens for thy breath + Whene'er he hears the wings of death, + Looks in the Father's face and prayeth-- + "For earth's sake spare her," he softly saith. + + + +{88} + + O patriot, ruler, leader great, + Master of labor, builder of state, + Man of the mart, and king of commerce, + His lips have spoken--why longer wait? + + One brotherhood, one family, + And love its great economy! + The law of might is rule of evil--- + The ethic lives in man's spirit free. + + No borrowed laws of clay, nor brute, + Can e'er the freeman's spirit suit! + He gave him choice!--Hark! how he thunders! + Through human strife--nor is deaf nor mute! + + + +{89} + + The sword and spear and savage knife, + Wherewith the world is dowered of strife, + Are but as flotsam on the current + Of purpose vast of the Lord of Life. + + His rising winds and swelling surge, + And underflowing tidal-urge, + Shall grind to dust these lethal spirits + And chant in triumph their sounding dirge. + + Break way, break way, Fell Evil, cease! + O soldiers of the King's increase! + O happy homes! O happy peoples! + O blessed wings of the ships of peace! + + + +{90} + + Love's inspirations of the lyre + Upsway the heart's intense desire, + And rulership and kingdoms noble + Are seen within the revealing fire. + + The frost of selfish blood gives place + To breath of life, and salt of grace; + New armor takes the cloistered spirit, + And man becomes of a higher race. + + Hark! 'Tis an angel's throbbing wing! + His messenger the age to bring, + When, crown of brotherhood upon him, + Each man shall be to his neighbor king! + + + +{91} + + Like oxeye daisies of the field, + The stars their countless numbers yield + In this pure sky of depth unfathomed, + Wherein they lay, and so deep, concealed. + + Gardens of light, environed fair + With tremulous bloom of azure, where + All-sweet star-buds unroll their glories + In silent dews of etherial air! + + O Tiller of the fields of heaven, + Gardener of space, by day and even + The circling earth, a once fair garden, + Lifts up its face for Thy promise given. + + + +{92} + + The sovereign law of human life + That Love ordained for man and wife, + For homes whence stream the generations + To joyous service and not to strife-- + + This law gives rest and labor fit, + God's air on surface and in pit, + Wealth for the soul, and mind, and body, + And fellowship with the race, close-knit. + + O golden year, when law and life + Incorporate are, as man and wife, + And winged hosts of light are saying: + "Peace and goodwill on the earth are rife!" + + + +{93} + + Break into flower, O garden fair! + Long hast thou known the Gardener's care; + The rain and dew from heaven have fallen, + And sunbeams warm on thy bosom bare. + + The grains of seed all viewless fell + Within the mellow soil to dwell,-- + Silent the fall as that of pebbles + Cast in oblivion's sunless well. + + List, music ether-fine up-goes + From swelling seed and life's keen throes! + O Earth, thy riven breast shall blossom + In Heaven's own beauty, e'en as the rose! + + + +{94} + + Immortal Love, immortal ruth, + Thorn-crowned, and crowned with deathless youth! + Source of pure faith and of right-reason, + Thou art Authority and the Truth. + + Blest Bond of Being, why and whence! + In realm of thought, in realm of sense, + In world of human life and action, + True Centre, Thou, and Circumference. + + The sun and moon from spacious height, + And stars, may crumble into night! + Ongoing Lord! Eternal Order, + And Fount of Beauty and Love and Light! + + + + +{95} + + THE WHITETHROAT. + + Shy bird of the silver arrows of song, + That cleave our Northern air so clear, + Thy notes prolong, prolong, + I listen, I hear: + "I--love--dear--Canada, + Canada, Canada." + + O plumes of the pointed dusky fir, + Screen of a swelling patriot heart, + The copse is all astir, + And echoes thy part!... + + + + +{96} + + Now willowy reeds tune their silver flutes + As the noise of the day dies down; + And silence strings her lutes, + The Whitethroat to crown.... + + O bird of the silver arrows of song, + Shy poet of Canada dear, + Thy notes prolong, prolong, + We listen, we hear: + "I--love--dear--Canada, + Canada, Canada." + + + + +{97} + + SUMMER. + + O come, unpack the heart of care! + Kingcups sun the meadows o'er, + The yellowbugle sudden blows + By the river's tidal flows, + And the heavens are bare. + + _Room, room, and open sky, + River or brook or lake hard by, + Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover, + Bobolinks, meadowlarks--these love I! + Whiskodink!_ + +{98} + + Sail, swallows, sail this emerald sea + Waving to the west wind's breath! + Earth has few other fields like these, + Sweet of sun and tidal breeze, + And the droning bee. + + _Room, room, and open sky, + River or brook or lake hard by, + Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover, + Bobolinks, meadowlarks--these love I! + Bobolink!_ + + And now the white clouds sail along, + Azure-domed and idle free! + The air is lush with honeyed blooms, + Flashing go the summer's looms, + List her cheery song: + +{99} + + _Room, room, and open sky, + River or brook or lake hard by, + Buttercups, daisies, grasses, clover, + Bobolinks, meadowlarks--these love I! + Whiskodink!_ + + + + +{100} + + GLORY-ROSES. + + "Only a penny, Sir!" + A child held to my view + A bunch of "glory-roses," red + As blood, and wet with dew. + + (O earnest little face, + With living light in eye, + Your roses are too fair for earth, + And you seem of the sky!) + +{101} + + "My beauties, Sir!" he said, + "Only a penny, too!" + His face shone in their ruddy glow + A Rafael cherub true. + + "Yestreen their hoods were close + About their faces tight, + But ere the sun was up, I saw + That God had come last night. + + "O Sir, to see them then! + The bush was all aflame!-- + O yes, they're glory-roses, Sir, + That is their holy name. + +{102} + + "Only a penny, Sir!"-- + Heaven seemed across the way! + I took the red, red beauties home-- + Roses to me for aye! + + For aye, that radiant voice + As if from heaven it came-- + "O yes, they're glory-roses, Sir, + That is their holy name!" + + + + +{103} + + THE WIND. + + The lithe wind races and sings + Over the grasses and wheat-- + See the emerald floor as it springs + To the touch of invisible feet! + + Ah, later, the fir and the pine + Shall stoop to its weightier tread, + As it tramps the thundering brine + Till it shudders and whitens in dread! + + Breath of man! a glass of thine own + Is the wind on the land, on the sea-- + Joy of life at thy touch!--full grown, + Destruction and death maybe! + + + + +{104} + + THE CRYSTAL SPRING. + + I. + + Fair spirit of the plaining sea, + Thou heard'st Apollo's lyre!-- + Now folded are thy silver wings + Thee sunward bore, + A dream and a desire. + + Ranging the upper azure deeps, + The sunlight on thy wings, + How blanched thy purpose as there fell + The lightning's stroke, + And darkness on all things! + +{105} + + In agony of rain and hail, + And phantom dance of snow, + The chastening angels of the air + To mountain bleak + Consigned thee far below. + + There in the arms of heartless frost, + And burdened with thy train, + The keen stars watched thy ageful way, + Till breast of earth + Warmed thee to life again. + + And in thy course thou wert God's plow, + Thy furrow deep the valley + Of wooded walls and flowers to be,-- + The circling sun + Keeps slow and sure the tally. + +{106} + + Reborn, thou waitedst not far down + The sunless caves to speed-- + (Thy twin, lade with unfabled spoils, + Did build the plain, + Or green the expectant mead, + + And weave the fabric, forge the plow, + Bear inland steam and sail)-- + Or serv'dst, in mines and nether realms + Of shadowland, + The gnomes and genii pale. + + + II. + + O fontal wealth of hasting life, + By stressful toil made sweet, + Stay now thy journey--here oft come + Wild sylvan things, + Here tender lovers meet. + +{107} + + By day the traveller spies the path + To thy o'erbending shade, + Drinks deep the brimming, cooling wave, + A living draught, + And wends his way, remade. + + At night the one shy Pleiad drops + Her veil to look within + Thy clear, green-haloed deeps, and sees + Herself more fair + Than all her shining kin. + + And, fair with labor's healthy toil, + Each face of yon dear home + Thou'st set within the pearly blue, + Or crocus glow, + Of overarching dome. + +{108} + + And when return world-wandering feet, + Elate, or slow with sorrow, + Thy pencil paints the changing form; + And here clasp hands + The yester year and morrow. + + O bright reincarnation, thou! + Though long thy heart, like fire, + Burned to mount upward and away + To sun and sky, + A dream and a desire, + + Here, here thy place and service too,-- + 'Tis heaven by thee to sup, + To see the great red sun drop down, + The stars swim out,-- + O Nature's loving cup! + +{109} + + III. + + And here the crystal spring abides-- + Yet passes to the sea, + There to renew the broken task + Of long ago, + Now joyous task and free. + + Fair spirit of the bourneless waves, + Glad voice in their sad choir, + Sweeter 'mid sorrow's dirge to blend + The note of cheer, + Than list Apollo's lyre! + + The sunbeams kiss the plaining deep, + Wreathe with innumerous smiles + The sounding waters as they meet,-- + While sister sprites + Wake laughter round the isles. + +{110} + + And ever as the rolling moon + The unanchored sea forth-swings, + The poet's ear may catch anew + The gladsome notes, + Notes of the crystal springs. + + And when he sits this spring beside, + Worn with the journey's strife, + He cannot help but think of HIM + Of Jacob's well, + FOUNT of the deathless life. + + + + +{111} + + AY ME! + + Silent, with hands crost meekly on his breast, + Long time, with keen and meditative eye, + Stood the old painter of Siena by + A canvas, whose sign manual him confest. + + His head droopt low, his eye ceased from its quest, + As tears filled full the fountains long since dry; + And from his lips there broke the haunting cry: + "May God forgive me--I did not my best!" + + + + +{112} + + THE YEARS. + + "Time in advance behind him hides his wings."--YOUNG. + + + As comes amain the glossy flying raven, + That with unwavering wing, breast on the view, + Cleaves slow the lucid air beneath the blue, + And seems scarce other than a figure graven-- + Ha! now the sweeping pinions flash as levin, + And all their silken cordage whistles loud!-- + Lo, the departing flight, like fleck of cloud, + Is swallowed quick by the awaiting heaven! + +{113} + + So lag and tarry, to the youth, the years + In their oncoming from the brooding sky, + Till bursts at middle life their rushing speed + All breathless with the world of hopes and fears; + And, lo, departing, the Eternal Eye + Winks them to moments in His endless brede! + + + + +{114} + + THE NOTE OF NATURE. + + Earth's manifold noises break + Overhead, in the calm, + In unison full, and wake + The note of a psalm. + + On the sunny hills, in the vales, + It falls on my ear; + Down the baffling winds it sails, + In the night draweth near. + +{115} + + It sounds like great mountains to me, + A deep monotone-- + Like the veiled AEonian sea, + That girdles Time's zone. + + The sun and the stars and the moon + Keep time with this note, + The evening and morning and noon, + Things near and remote. + + The tides ebb and flow to its beat, + 'Tis the seasons' rhyme,-- + The harebell and twin-flower sweet + Its undertone chime. + + +{116} + + The night-moth stirs to the reed, + And the beetle booms; + The bird and the beast are keyed + To the flower that blooms. + + And man to his high service goes + Aswing to his goal, + Like the tides and the stars and the rose,-- + Tone, overtone, whole! + + I hear it by day and by night, + In storm and in calm,-- + A low swelling note from a height, + With the roll of a psalm. + + + + +{117} + + AT THE FORD. + + I. + + A death-like dew was falling + On the herbs and the grassy ground; + The stars to their bournes prest forward, + Night cloaked the hills around. + + He thought of a night long past,-- + Of the ladder that reached to heaven, + The Face that shone above it, + The pillar, his pillows of even. + + +{118} + + II. + + From out of the sleeve of the darkness + Was thrust an arm of strength,-- + Long he wrestled for mastery, + But begged for blessing at length. + + White fear fell on him at dawn, + As the Nameless spake with him then; + "Prevailer and Prince," called He him, + "A power with God and with men." + + And, alone, the lame wrestler mused: + "The Face of God is this place! + Ah me--and my life is preserved, + Yet God have I seen face to face!" + +{119} + + III. + + Life's darkness is background for God, + For unsleeping Love's high command, + And the shadowy heap of each life + Is revealed at the touch of His hand. + + And the arm of Love doth wrestle + All night by the fords we cross, + To shrivel our sinews of self + And give His blessing for loss. + + Night shows the houses of heaven, + O pilgrim for life's journey shod! + And from out the sleeve of darkness + Is thrust the arm of God. + + + + +{120} + + REPOSE. + + A mossy footfall in this wood + A peal of thunder were, + Or autumn tempest-shriek, compared + With the unwhispered stir + Of massy fluids lift in air, + To build these leafy pillars fair. + + Lavished at wordless wish or mute + Command, the chemic wealth + Upsprings to meet the builders' hands, + All hushed as dusky stealth. + Noiseless as love, as silent prayer + Mysterious, the builders are. + +{121} + + Ah, sure, these silences are works + Of God's sabbatic rest, + A music perfect as the calm + Of wave's unbroken crest! + These woven leaves that stilly nod, + These violets, ope their eyes on God. + + The deep serene that worketh here + Works, too, 'mid human tears; + A thousand years as one day is, + One day a thousand years. + Fell death still thunders at his task, + But death the peace of God doth mask. + + + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Song-waves, by Theodore H. 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