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+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
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+
+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 ***
+
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+Produced by Al Haines
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+
+[Frontispiece: Theodore H. Rand. _After a painting by J. W. L. Porter_]
+
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+
+
+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+ Filled oft with portents, oft withdrawn .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.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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