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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: At Minas Basin and Other Poems - -Author: Theodore H. Rand - -Release Date: November 2, 2016 [EBook #53435] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AT MINAS BASIN AND OTHER POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Judith Wirawan, Larry B. Harrison and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net -(This file was produced from images generously made -available by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - -AT MINAS BASIN - -_AND OTHER POEMS_ - - - - -[Illustration: _Reduced fac-simile of original of page 34._] - - - - - AT MINAS BASIN - - And Other Poems - - - BY - - THEODORE H. RAND - D.C.L. - - - TORONTO: - WILLIAM BRIGGS - WESLEY BUILDINGS. - MONTREAL: C. W. COATES. HALIFAX: S. F. HUESTIS. - 1897 - - - - -Entered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one -thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven, by THEODORE H. RAND, -at the Department of Agriculture. - - - - - To E. - - SHARER OF PERFECT SUMMER DAYS - AT PARTRIDGE ISLAND - BASIN OF MINAS - - - TORONTO, CANADA, - 1897 - - - - - (_POESY SPEAKS._) - - - A body of beauty is mine. - O poet, moulder of me, - Withhold not the breath divine, - The soul of truth that makes free. - - Fair form in repose for a day - (The body of beauty of me) - With the pulse-beats of life all away, - Is well, for beauty and thee. - - Yet give to me life all aglow,-- - Not a demon of darkness to blight, - But a love-lit soul pure as snow,-- - Beckon me an angel of light. - - A body of beauty is mine. - O poet, moulder of me, - Inbreathe with breathings divine, - Or body alone let it be. - - - - - CONTENTS. - - - PAGE - - _Poesy Speaks_ ix - - At Minas Basin 15 - - The Rain Cloud 16 - - The Rose 17 - - A Willow at Grand Pré 18 - - The Bowing Dyke 19 - - Love's Immanence 20 - - Mystery 21 - - The Night-Fisher 22 - - A Deep-Sea Shell 23 - - A Red Sunrise 24 - - The Opal Fires are Gone 25 - - The Cumulus Cloud 26 - - Sea Fog 27 - - Partridge Island 28 - - Tennyson Rock 29 - - Of Beauty 30 - - The Undertow 31 - - Glooscap 32 - - Silas Tertius Rand 33 - - The Tireless Sea 34 - - The Veiled Presence 35 - - Resistless Fate 36 - - The Sea Undine 37 - - To Emeline 38 - - The Cirrus Cloud 39 - - Day and Night 40 - - Under the Beeches 41 - - The Nightingale 42 - - The Loon 43 - - Hepaticas 44 - - In the Mayflower Copse 45 - - June 46 - - An Inland Spruce 47 - - The Ghost Flower 48 - - Annapolis Basin 49 - - In Autumn's Dreamy Ear 50 - - Victor is He! 51 - - McMaster University 52 - - Conduct 53 - - International Arbitration 54 - - The House of God 55 - - Ben Nachmani 56 - - Renewal 57 - - The Christ 58 - - Revelation 58 - - Light at Eventide 59 - - Ben Shalom 59 - - Banishment 60 - - Now are the Bridals of the Leafy Wood 60 - - May's Fairy Tale 61 - - My Robin 67 - - Elissa 69 - - The Humming-Bird 71 - - The Hepatica 73 - - The White Rose.--(At ----'s Grave) 75 - - The War Hercules 77 - - In the Cool of the Day 79 - - Beauty 82 - - The Dragonfly 84 - - Deathless 90 - - A Dream 93 - - Nature 96 - - "I Am" 99 - - The Glad Golden Year 102 - - Tetrapla 105 - - Fairy Glen 107 - - In City Streets 109 - - Bay of Fundy 112 - - At the Look-off.--(Partridge Island) 116 - - The Stormy Petrel 120 - - Oblivion 122 - - Sea Music 126 - - Summer Fog 130 - - The Arethusa 132 - - Dian and Fundy.--(Designs for a Time-Piece) 134 - - The Old Fisher's Song 136 - - Nora Lee 144 - - To W 150 - - Marie Depure 157 - - "By the Love."--An Easter Idyll 161 - - - _Notes_ 171 - - - - - AT MINAS BASIN. - - - About the buried feet of Blomidon, - Red-breasted sphinx with crown of grey and green, - The tides of Minas swirl,--their veilėd queen - Fleet-oared from far by galleys of the sun. - The tidal breeze blows its divinest gale! - The blue air winks with life like beaded wine!-- - Storied of Glooscap, of Evangeline-- - Each to the setting sun this sea did sail. - Opulent day has poured its living gold - Till all the west is belt with crimson bars, - Now darkness lights its silver moon and stars,-- - The festal beauty of the world new-old. - Facing the dawn, in vigil that ne'er sleeps, - The sphinx the secret of the Basin keeps. - - - - - THE RAIN CLOUD. - - - Swift changed to storm tones is the golden air, - And shut the heavens with the descending veil - Of cloud,--here warm and brown, there cold and pale, - White-veined with sudden fire and red with glare. - Now falls the twisted rain, like unbound hair, - Dusking the wooded hills and mountain trail, - Now, marshalled by the trumpets of the gale, - Sweeps wide with level lances to their blare. - - O rain cloud, minister of cooling dew - To waiting harvests sheathed in mystery, - Bearer of blessed balms for fevered ills! - Thy rending veil breaks on the holiest blue, - All quick and palpitant as angels see, - And God's smile falls upon the breathing hills. - - - - - THE ROSE. - - - Five-petaled splendor set in hillside place, - Parent of queenly sisterhood that stir - To every garden wind, and swift confer - Attar to pour from out each precious vase! - Symbol of secrecy to Latin race, - Virtue and blood to York and Lancaster, - Thy tint _de Pompadour_ sweet arts transfer - To Sevres', and erst "rose noble" bore thy grace. - - To me thou art the glow of secret heat - That burneth at the heart of day and night, - An odorous flush of beauty without blame,-- - Love's oriel wherethrough my eyes discreet - May look far in beyond the outward sight - And, unconsumėd, see His fiery flame. - - - - - A WILLOW AT GRAND PRÉ. - - - The fitful rustle of thy sea-green leaves - Tells of the homeward tide, and free-blown air - Upturns thy gleaming leafage like a share,-- - A silvery foam thy bosom, as it heaves! - O peasant tree, the regal Bay doth bare - Its throbbing breast to ebbs and floods--and grieves! - O slender fronds, pale as a moonbeam weaves, - Joy woke your strain that trembles to despair! - - Willow of Normandy, say, do the birds - Of Motherland plain in thy sea-chant low, - Or voice of those who brought thee in the ships - To tidal vales of Acadie?--Vain words! - Grief unassuaged makes moan that Gaspereau - Bore on its flood the fleet with iron lips! - - - - - THE BOWING DYKE. - - - Sea-widowed lands more fair than Tantramar! - Winter's green providence in July's sun! - The clattering steel till all was over and done, - Flashed on thy breast from dawn to evening star. - Soon herds of sweet-breathed kine of sere Canard, - Whose eager hoofs the hasting morn outrun, - Sea of lush clover aftermath has won, - And golden-girdled bees anear and far. - - Lo, as the harvest moon comes up the sky, - Her shield of argent mellowed to the rim, - The phantom of the buried tide doth flow; - And without noise of wave or sea-bird's cry - Fills all thy ancient channels to the brim, - Thy levels of a thousand years ago! - - - - - LOVE'S IMMANENCE. - - - I watch the cloud soft-poised in upper air - And feel a presence bodied in its folds, - The wind in dark and shine a voice aye holds, - The noontide forest listens to my prayer. - The trampling seas with rumbling chariots bear - Significant behests in heats and colds, - Urim fire throbs intense on barren wolds-- - The crystal globėd dew-drops Love declare! - - The silence of the wheeling heavens by night, - By day, is but the pealing anthem sweet - Beyond the pitch of my dull ears to hear, - While veiling shadows are the excess of light - That marks the goings of His power so near, - And hides Love's regal presence on His seat. - - - - - MYSTERY. - - - O veiled enchantress of my days and nights, - That in sweet wonder's realm of witchery - To fairer visions ever beckons me, - Thou'st left the valleys for the rugged heights! - A gladsome youth, the hill of thy delights - Winged my lithe spirit to speed after thee, - But now, come down, close-veilėd Mystery, - The garish sun but withers and affrights. - - I feel thy charm, shy and elusive one, - As in the gleaming springtide of my life, - Whose zest was all thy unattained pursuit. - Still flit before me till the race is run, - And when with doubt the common day is rife, - Thy wonder-wand set thick with flower and fruit. - - - - - THE NIGHT-FISHER. - - - Grey liegeman of sundown and dawn, who chides - With a lone song the ocean-murmuring trees, - I haste with thee at dusk to stalk the seas - Where feed the finny flocks of shepherding tides. - O wild the pulses beat as round us glides - The tidal spirit, like a midnight breeze, - Burdened with moan of life-and-death decrees,-- - The deep night's tide-line pacing with our strides! - - More weird than winkings of the ruddy Mars - These flitting gleams and breaths of hell and heaven, - Searching the shadowy folds 'twixt peace and dread!-- - Nor dreamed I such solemnities did leaven - Life's daily meal and league its dole of bread - With unseen forces vaster than the stars'. - - - - - A DEEP-SEA SHELL. - - [GEORGE V. DEARBORN.] - - - Arrived from out abysmal deeps of brine, - A regal splendor glows within thy whorl, - Like pomp of rosy morn in shimmering pearl. - Surely "the hand that made thee is divine"! - Ah, why so richly dight for beauty's shrine? - No eye can feast on walls of gemmėd burl - Far down the overwhelming rush and swirl - Of awful wastes scarce plumbed of fathom-line! - - Fit for the palace of high seneschal! - Inlaid with colors which the Tyrian King - Vain sought to rival on his royal scroll, - And echoing yet the ocean's trembling string: - Methinks the Master wrought this ivory hall - To please the love of beauty in His soul. - - - - - A RED SUNRISE. - - - The naked Bay its silver notes is telling - Sweeter than flute or harp or singing bird, - Beatings of rosy rhythm in winsome word - Of lilting song are softly shoreward welling: - Anear and far the ruddy waters swelling, - In laughter-peals around the fair earth heard, - Thrill swift the home-bound keels so long unstirred-- - The kiss of day the weary wings compelling. - - Beware the elfin bugles sounding clear - As glows morn's pallid ash to crimson flame - And makes a bloody dazzle of the waves! - Ere burn the embers in the west all blear, - The deep shall thunder its awful chant of fame - O'er noble hearts gone down to wandering graves. - - - - - THE OPAL FIRES ARE GONE. - - - The opal fires are gone, and but a stain - Of day yet lingers as the sudden night - With swift cloud blots the crouching hills from sight, - And the far sea moans deep in ominous pain. - Ah me, it is the swart-winged hurricane! - The furious tide in elemental fight - Is lashing fierce and hoar with giant might,-- - The bleeding shores the tale shall tell the main! - - Brave sailor, reeling in thy storm-drunk bark, - Blinded by sheeted rain blown tempest-wild, - And vexed with roaring darkness round about! - The heaven-sent vision fair of wife and child - Calm seated at love's hearth, with face ahark, - Makes thee divine amid the awful rout. - - - - - THE CUMULUS CLOUD. - - - Mountains of heaven, in stainless white ye shine, - Islanded in calm of pearl- and sapphire-blue! - The pillared heights are lifted into view - In spectral power reposeful as divine. - A timeless peace abides in every line - Soft moulded from the quarries of the dew, - Yet fateful fire the inmost heart throbs through, - And thunder slumbers in the brows benign. - - Paling before the massive whiteness there, - The faltering moon comes up the waiting night; - The faithful stars, like folded lilies, sleep - Till Love's wide wonder of the lullėd air - Melts with its rose-tipt crests in azure deep, - And sets the skyey plains abloom with light. - - - - - SEA FOG. - - - Here danced an hour ago a sapphire sea; - Now, airy nothingness, wan spaces vast, - Pale draperies of the formless fog o'ercast, - And wreathėd waters grey with mystery! - The ship glides like a phantom silently, - As screams the white-winged gull before the mast; - Weird elemental shapes go flitting past, - Which loom as giant ghosts above the quay. - - The vapor lifts! Again the sea gleams bright; - The heavens have hid within their chambers far - Cloud-stuff of gossamer, from which are spun - To-morrow's skyey pomps inwove with light, - The belted splendors for the rising sun, - And rosy curtains for the evening star. - - - - - PARTRIDGE ISLAND. - - - The title deeds of these rich shores are thine - By age,--thine, too, by succor and defence; - Ere they were kissed by winds, or waves beat thence, - Thy breast of beauty broke the beating brine. - All hail, fair Isle, first born! Thy jeweled shrine - Is worn by pilgrim feet; thy firgroves dense, - Peopled with Hamadryads, cheat the sense - With frolic fays and all the rosy Nine. - - These younglings--Gilbert's Cliff, and Sharp, and Split, - Bold Silver Crag, the Islands Five, and Two, - And broad-browed Blomidon--the Basin's Ben,-- - When comes the witchery of fog-wreathed view, - Each robed in richest hues, with curtsies fit, - Sails in and out the circle of thy ken. - - - - - TENNYSON ROCK. - - - Majestic, awesome and inspiring mock, - Sculptured by frost and sun and bitter brine! - Has nature sympathy with men divine, - To carve remembrance in colossal rock? - Circled by voices of the sea-god's flock, - Deep calm is his, aloofness of the pine,-- - As when he waited his great Pilot's sign - Ere he embarked from out earth's sheltered loch. - - O seer and Englishman, our answering hearts - Leapt at thy words of empire! Sure 'tis meet - In "that true North" thy form should front the sea, - Where Howe, McDonald, Tupper played their parts - At statecraft, gath'ring at Old England's feet - Our Pleiad State,--one flag, one destiny. - - - - - OF BEAUTY. - - - The convoluted wave, God's first sea-shell, - Upgathers now the deep's great harmonies; - From the far blue an Alp-like cloud doth well, - Baring its azured peaks to the heavenlies. - My spirit's outward bound, hath liberty! - Earnest as rising flame its young love burns - To catch the awesome gladness flowing free - O'er earth and sky as Beauty's face upturns. - - O naught is great without thy effluence! - In curving billow's culminating sweep, - In mountain heights, the strength of grace is seen. - Essence divine, of God-like competence,-- - Reposeful in the heart of things as sleep! - Robed in the purple, sceptred, throned a queen! - - - - - THE UNDERTOW. - - [B. B. D.] - - - O'er all the shining levels of the beach - The tide outpours its hissing, foaming brine, - While with the primal surge the winds combine - To press the eager waves to utmost reach. - See yon brave billow, rising from the pleach - Of seething waters, with a might divine, - Its sinews wrought in beauty's flowing line, - Leap forward now to make the age-sought breach! - - Lo, as the cresting plume is seen aloft, - The footing of its strength on sudden slips - And all is whelmed in thunderous recoils! - Ah, tragedy of lusty life! How oft - Some high emprise a soul divinely grips, - But as it crests fate's undertow despoils! - - - - - GLOOSCAP. - - - Dim name, yet grand, that ever winks serene - In the red fagot's light, and like a ghost - Hovers above these raucous tides, this coast, - Wreathing weird webs of arrowy salts and keen! - Under the black blue night's unrollėd screen - The loon is calling to the fiery host, - And yet no answer comes to keep thy boast,-- - Far years their mellow thunders roll between. - - Divinest of the red man's race and name, - Fulness of Hiawatha's dawning day, - Giver of laws, priest, prophet, all confest! - Thou'lt come again, appeased thy wrath and shame, - Thy speed in all thy limbs, up yonder Bay - In white canoe from out the naked west. - - - - - SILAS TERTIUS RAND. - - - Oft did thy spell enthrall me, spite the cost! - Thou brought'st a charmed and fadeless holiday-- - Stories and songs and Indian epic lay-- - Whene'er thy eager step the threshold crost. - Imagination all its plumes uptost - To follow where thy spirit led the way!-- - (The sense that thou saw'st God when thou didst pray - I never through the dimming years have lost.) - - Fair Minas' shores thy step did gladden, too! - Thou charm'dst great Glooscap from the unlettered past, - And told'st his story to the listener nigh'st; - Ay, lover of song, of learnėd lore and vast, - Thou lov'dst the Indian with a love so true, - In his sweet tongue thou gavest him the Christ. - - - - - THE TIRELESS SEA. - - - Age after age the tireless sea doth fling - Its serried waves against this frowning rock, - (Whose base has known a thousand years of shock,) - And shouts its purpose to its floor to bring. - High up and landward now the ravens wing, - On trees sure-rooted inland nests the hawk; - Instinct of doom! for here swift ships shall dock, - And give of east and west, and commerce sing. - - Warriors of truth, unwearied host of God, - Who, like the deep, march to the signs of heaven, - "Thus saith the Lord" your cry, count not the years! - Grey superstition's crumbling front shall nod - Beneath the iteration of your steven, - And God's sweet love flood all the place of tears. - - - - - THE VEILED PRESENCE. - - - An ashen grey touched faint my night-dark room, - I flung my window wide to the whispering lawn-- - Great God! I saw Thy mighty globe from gloom - Roll with its sleeping millions to the dawn. - No tremor spoke its motion swift and vast, - In hush it swept the awful curve adown, - The shadow that its rushing speed did cast - Concealed the Father's hand, the Kingly crown. - - Into the deeps an age has passed since then, - Yet evermore for me, more humble grown, - The vision of His awesome presence veiled, - Burns in the flying spheres, still all unknown, - In nature's mist-immantled seas unsailed, - And in the deeper shadowed hearts of men. - - - - - RESISTLESS FATE. - - - Resistless fate and iron destiny - Are writ upon the tide--its branded mark. - It comes and goes heedless of wind or bark, - Nature's untamed and tameless energy. - So rolls the cycle of eternity,-- - Days, months, and years--faint shadows on the arc - Within our human ken--rush from the dark - And speed return as God's own mystery. - - I on this tide-beat shore, and clutching time, - Marvel of what account my selfhood's will,-- - 'Gainst timeless might time's impotence is laid! - And through my inmost soul, as at the prime, - A voice from out the awesome vast doth thrill: - "O man, thou art in God's own image made!" - - - - - THE SEA UNDINE. - - - Exquisite thing soft cradled by the tide, - Sprung not from lathe or wheel or human wit, - Wonder of whorls which touch the infinite,-- - Shallop that waits a brave undine's white bride! - Within, the smooth and sheeny walls are dyed - With the pure pink of autumn dawns alit; - Without, with stories of the deep o'er-writ,-- - How fairy slight the thunderous seas to ride! - - The massy tides gride over reef and ledge, - And sudden waves from fell Euroclydon - Dash to swift death the sailor in the Bay; - But this, all lipt with pearl, and on the edge - Of doom--the fingers of a babe might slay-- - Sleeps in the stressful surge at Blomidon. - - - - - TO EMELINE. - - - In white-spruce bower, with outlook on the sea, - Kingcups and daisies dancing down the slope, - And broad-winged ships, world-messengers of hope, - Furling their plumes or lifting them all free - To catch the skyey airs--here 'tis that we - Oft watch the fringes of the tide, where ope - The swinging doors through which all blind-fold grope - The muffled waves of shoreless mystery. - - The touch of two vast worlds is on us now. - Our spirits hear the ebb and flow unseen - Of swift commingling tides of far and near,-- - The low sweet murmur of the early vow, - Commerce of life's strange sea, on wing between, - And folding plumes arrived the heavenly pier. - - - - - THE CIRRUS CLOUD. - - - Thou hast the secret of the fiery dew, - Variety and number infinite - Are vestured in thy wavy flakes of white,-- - Of distance and of space thou hast the clue. - Aloof from vapory clouds that fume and spue, - Lifting thyself victorious in fight - Into the far repose of zonėd light, - Thou strivest to attain nirvāna-blue. - - Mottled, or plumed, or ribbed, or ripple-barred, - Encamped upon the unfenced fields of space, - Unsullied are thy tents cool-washed in air; - And when morn's bugle blows, or sky's new-starred, - Thy cohorts wait day's coming, parting face, - Like flocks of rosy angels drifting there. - - - - - DAY AND NIGHT. - - - And so the strife goes on from age to age, - In ceaseless round of victory and defeat: - Young Day comes forth, sun-clad, with shining feet, - In beauteous pomp, and throws his battle-gage. - Grim ancient Night, distraught and blind with rage, - Twanging her dreadful bow, flies in retreat, - Wrapt round with raven darkness as a sheet, - Till from the east she may the duel wage. - - So Night, pursuing wounded Day, takes breath - To find his blood-stained mantle in the west, - And dusks it o'er with plumėd shafts of death. - Secure beneath the horizon's verge, in wrath - He wings a Parthian arrow back his path, - And dyes with crimson Ethiop's jeweled vest. - - - - - UNDER THE BEECHES. - - - The sibyl's speech breaks from these leafen lips, - Moved by soft airs from shadowy spaces blown: - "We rear these giant boles amid eclipse, - We workmen die, the work abides alone." - The day has met the night beneath the sky, - And the hot earth put off its robe of flame; - Sweet peace and rest come with the night-bird's cry, - Sweet rest and peace the herald stars proclaim. - - 'Tis very heaven to taste the wells of sleep, - The founts of supersensuous repose!-- - The sibyl's rune still murmurs on the breeze, - The purple night falls thick about the trees, - And blessed stars, like lilies white and rose, - Burst into bloom on heaven's far azure deep. - - - - - THE NIGHTINGALE. - - - O seraph bird who on God's altar-stairs - Dost ring, in showers of silver peals, thy bells - Of song that ceaseless flows like dropping-wells, - And sprinkles all the dusk with holy prayers! - O welkin glad, shot through and through with song, - As upward springs the spirit tipt with flame! - 'Tis not to Itys dead nor Dian's shame - These joy-pangs, with their hint of tears, belong. - - The life which pulses in the bursting year - A thousand choirs hymn on the sunlit globe; - But, lest the living flame to ashes turn, - Thou, in the voiceless night, O priestly seer, - Interpreter of nature, tak'st thy robe, - And fill'st with vocal fire the sacred urn. - - - - - THE LOON. - - - 'Neath northern skies thou hid'st thy punctual nest - By crystal waters in their lonely play, - Meeting the challenge with which instant day - And night thy chariness and courage test. - Half bird, half spirit!--O elusive quest - That thinks thy dappled mould but common clay! - Thou wak'st with demon laughter Ha Ha Bay, - Art soul of solitariness, unblest. - - Flash of pure wildness on dusk Saguenay, - Awareness of wild nature's subtle breast, - Freight and athrill with weirdsome life, yet gay, - Thou cleav'st the deluge dense, a wingėd jest!-- - That rallying mock and jeer's an impish mark-- - The echo of thy flout of Noah's ark! - - - - - HEPATICAS. - - - A shining troop of cherubs just alit - From the low-bending skies,--child faces sweet, - Upturned and open to our human greet,-- - Fresh from the gladsome fount of life emit! - Heralds of spring, forewinging, as ye flit, - The garland seasons with their sheaves of wheat, - And to all listening ears Christ's words repeat: - "Man shall not live by bread alone, 'tis writ"! - - Evangelists fair of the new-made year, - This news from God, forgot, blow everywhere, - And fill the hollow sky, the haunting air; - Till from His loving mouth, as sphere to sphere, - Man knows the beautiful, the good, the true, - Divinest manna dipt in heavenly dew! - - - - - IN THE MAYFLOWER COPSE. - - - With gladsome note the robin debonair - Heralds bright May. Pale sky and earth-stained snow - Warm at the touch of south winds as they blow - Their wafts of life through winter's lingering air. - Hid, like some laughing child, shy Mayflower fair, - Beneath the leafy shield, with face aglow, - Thy pearly self the coy spring's first tableau, - Come to the day and yield thy fragrance rare! - - Ah me! while thrushes pipe and plumy winds - Fan northward all their balmy fervors sweet, - And groves are misty with the reddening bud, - A gentle spirit from the past unbinds - The peace of Lethe, and with quickening beat - Stirs to divine unrest my fevered blood. - - - - - JUNE. - - - Now weave the winds to music of June's lyre - Their bowers of cloud whence odorous blooms are flung - Far down the dells and cedarn vales among,-- - See, lowly plains, sky-touched, to heaven aspire! - Now flash the golden robin's plumes with fire, - The bobolink is bubbling o'er with song, - And leafy trees, Ęolian harps new-strung, - Murmur far notes blown from some starry choir. - - My heart thrills like the wilding sap to flowers, - And leaps as a swoln brook in summer rain - Past meadows green to the great sea untold. - O month divine, all fresh with falling showers, - Waft, waft from open heaven thy balm for pain, - Life and sweet Earth are young, God grows not old! - - - - - AN INLAND SPRUCE. - - - Peasant of northern forests, humble tree, - Kirtled and frocked in all-year homespun green, - And lacking not among thy kind the mien - Of such as bear the white sails gallantly! - Magician thou! Thy full-breathed symphony - Of spacious dream dissolves the walls between - Me now and nature's organ-voicėd queen, - The multitudinous ongoing sea! - - The sheeny garb from thy tall shoulders hung, - Making thy spiry form like vase antique - For resinous balms of frankincense and myrrh, - And round the bearded skirts the drowsy purr - Of life, and murmurings of thy sea-harp strung,-- - Touch thee to kinship fine with Celt and Greek. - - - - - THE GHOST FLOWER. - - - Like Israel's seer I come from out the earth - Confronting with the question air and sky, - _Why dost thou bring me up?_ White ghost am I - Of that which was God's beauty at its birth. - In eld the sun kissed me to ruby red, - I held my chalice up to heaven's full view, - The wistful stars dropt down their golden dew, - And skyey balms exhaled about my bed. - Alas, I loved the darkness, not the light! - The deadly shadows, not the bending blue, - Spoke to my trancėd heart, made false seem true, - And drowned my spirit in the deeps of night. - O Painter of the flowers, O God most sweet, - _Dost say my spirit for the light is meet?_ - - - - - ANNAPOLIS BASIN. - - - The full-fed crystal streams from east and west - And south, thy rich-wrought cup filled to the brim, - Till where the northern star soft gilds the rim, - Thy waters, called, o'erbroke at love's behest. - O to have seen thy cataract's white breast, - Rifted with ruth through the lone centuries dim, - For toiling Fundy's wooing tide--for him - To blend thy sylvan calm with world unrest! - Far floods thy bridal brought, fair lake, brave sea! - And late, the wingėd ships--Champlain, De Monts, - With Poutrincourt, and sequent games of war. - Thy marge, now crowned with peaceful husbandry, - And set with England's rose where bloomed _fleur d'or_, - Still croons all day love's wedded tidal song. - - - - - IN AUTUMN'S DREAMY EAR. - - - In autumn's dreamy ear, as suns go by - Whose yellow beams are dulled with languorous motes, - The deep vibrations of the cosmic notes - Are as the voice of those that prophesy. - Her spirit kindles, and her filmy eye! - In haste the fluttering robe, whose glory floats - In pictured folds, her eager soul devotes-- - Lo, she with her winged harper sweeps the sky! - - Splendors of blossomed time, like poppies red, - Distil dull slumbers o'er the engagėd soul - And thrall with sensuous pomp its azured dower; - Till, roused by vibrant touch from the unseen Power, - The spirit keen, freed from the painted dead, - On wings mounts up to reach its living Goal. - - - - - VICTOR IS HE! - - - Victor is he whose tremulous soul the notes - Of starry spaces hears, their far appeal, - And cries "Amen!" and sets thereto the seal - With which winged aspiration life devotes! - That seal rays golden flame, and bright connotes - The transmutation through the spirit's zeal - Of earthly passions to the high anneal - That rings the harmony that heavenward floats. - - While other triremes vain withstood the guile, - The lyric prow of Orpheus easeful past - In gladsome scorn's disdain the Sirens' Isle; - And proud Calliope o'er each black mast - Whispered her thrilling taunt in ears of pain: - "I taught my Thracian boy a heavenlier strain!" - - - - - McMASTER UNIVERSITY. - - - As some grey captain of a merchantship, - Whose prosperous voyage o'er the watery strife - Has large concern for all, knows that his wife - Waits his home-coming up the horizon's dip - With holier heart than crowds that throng the slip, - So He well knew, thou--flower-elect of life! - Chosen from out a clamor of voices rife-- - Waitedst his voyage o'er with prayerful lip. - - Fair Bride, forget him not through circling years! - But with a Christ-like love, deep as unfeigned - Surpassing that of commerce or of state, - With holy hands thy dower devote with tears - Of gratitude and loyal heart unstained; - Thy sacred vow perform with soul elate. - - - - - CONDUCT. - - - Nay, Arnold, not "three-fourths" but all "of life"! - The ethic spirit that makes conduct so, - Slays all mythologies and witchcrafts, lo, - False sciences as well, with ruthless knife, - Lest intercourse of human souls be rife - With demi-gods and unclean things below, - And work corruption at the founts that flow, - From hearts of fellowmen in loving strife. - - That spirit more than science is the hope - Of man's uplifting, and doth knowledge make - Servant of individual, social worth. - Not truth for truth's own sake, as tense we cope - With life, but rather truth for love's own sake - Calls forth heaven's plaudit round the girdled earth. - - - - - INTERNATIONAL ARBITRATION. - - - Boom, boom, ye mellow joy-bells, like the sea! - Peace, peace on earth, good-will! (and all hell gapes!)-- - Yet immemorial sadness ever drapes - The upward way of far humanity: - All prone through dark and strait Gethsemane - Thou cam'st in blood, a cluster of trod grapes!-- - O bruisėd race, whose wail so surgeful shapes - Melodious sorrow's awful threnody! - - Late, late, love's Areopagus unfurled - Right-reason's sun-glad banner from the height, - While rage the Furies in their cave beneath! - Hush, hush, it is the daybreak of the world! - Man's warring sky is passing out of night, - And stark black demons flit with sword in sheath. - - - - - THE HOUSE OF GOD. - - [G. A. G.] - - - No finished castle is the house of God. - The mind of Christ, supremest Architect, - Man's puny apprehension doth correct - From age to age, and turns afresh the sod. - The vast historic temple now is trod - 'Neath loftier roof and heavenlier aspéct; - New light, new need, revealed, each ripe defect - Goes down beneath man's feet diviner shod. - - Alas, humanity no more can grasp - Of thought of the divine Artificer, - Than holds of ocean crinkled shell on beach! - Yet His unfolding plan in vital clasp - Possess, O human soul, amid the stir - Of speeding worlds Love's flying-goal to reach! - - - - - BEN NACHMANI. - - - "O the brightness, clearness, beauty of heaven! - Seer Ben Nachmani," Rabbi Levi said, - "Of the Hagada Master thou of seven, - Would that I knew whence Light, its fountainhead?" - The Master whispered in the Rabbi's ear: - "The Holy One, blessėd be He, in white - Himself doth robe, and then the whole world clear - In beauty glows with His majestic light." - "Sayest thou so? That's word for word the psalm: - 'The light Thy garment is which Thou dost wear.' - Thou tell'st it here a secret 'neath the palm, - O Master thou of seven with whitened hair!" - - _And softer fell the Master's whispered word: - "I heard it this; O Rabbi, hast thou heard?"_ - - - - - RENEWAL. - - - In the old days Vannucci, color-dowered, - Lit up young eyes with vision large and pure, - That gathered in its iris-glow the lure - Of sea and sky, and beauty earth-embowered; - And Rafael Santi on the master showered - The rich-hued passion of his soul, secure - In art that should for evermore endure,-- - But as he wrought his vision was defloured. - For sake of art divine a seer bright-stoled, - Whose eyes had drunk the steadfast splendors true - Of sacred gems, this precious secret told: - "Oft sight of these doth color-sense renew!" - - _Ah thus, true soul assoiled of life, thou ey'st, - Mid thy enduring work, the quickening Christ!_ - - - - - THE CHRIST. - - - The noonday Truth - In its sevenfold beam, - Is the Christ, sandal-shod; - Yea, the Truth in warm gleam - Of color and shine, - Both of age and of youth, - As on life's plains and wolds - His soul's prism unfolds - The white thought of God, - In human passion divine. - - - - - REVELATION. - - - As rising waves, rich jeweled by the sun, - In movement link their brilliants each to each, - And flash their glories in one crest of light, - E'en so, unveiling, the Eternal One - Did shew Himself by signs and glimmering speech, - Then flashed in Christ His love-lit glory bright. - - - - - LIGHT AT EVENTIDE. - - - Through skies of molten gold and green the sun - Floats with its cloud-wake o'er the glowing rim - Of closing day; the same horizon brim - Glows green and gold with a glad day begun. - So closes life's full day, its guerdon won, - To those whose trustful souls are joined to Him-- - The world's great Light--whose hand the splendors limn - At once of breaking day and day that's done. - - - - - BEN SHALOM. - - - Ben Shalom read one night from out a roll: - "Vessel of honor, consecrate ('O soul!') - Prepared for every worthy work, and meet - For the Master's use!" And finger on scroll, - He prayed aloud: "Make me his silvern bowl!" - Lo! Emeth at his side, God's angel fleet: - "Yea, in His mansion here; and when unfold - The everlasting doors, chalice of gold - Brimming with His great love--heaven's vintage sweet!" - - - - - BANISHMENT. - - - As tiptoe dawn extinguished all the stars, - There lay on a fevered flower the cooling dew; - Full soon the scornful sun, with white heat glare, - Forever bade the offending thing from view; - But as day closed, it outshone flaming Mars, - Or wheeling splendors of the Northern Bear. - - - - - NOW ARE THE BRIDALS OF THE LEAFY WOOD. - - - Now are the bridals of the leafy wood, - O'er dusky brooks the golden sunbars fall, - Birds fan the moonbeams in the balmy dark-- - Look me! the banners of the holy rood - Shake in the battle's roar; sweet duty's call - Wings all my spirit like a soaring lark. - - - - - MAY'S FAIRY TALE. - - - Under the yellow chestnut tree - The children played right merrily. - - From leafy gold came pattering down - The prickly burs with nuts of brown. - - "I do believe," said bright-eyed May, - "We're pelted by some startled fay! - - For fairies love no tree so well - As chestnut broad in which to dwell." - - "Tell us a fairy tale," they said, - "A fairy tale," they eager pled, - - "About the fairies of to-day!" - And circled round the wise-eyed May. - - With air of one who tells new truth, - The gentle May, with touch of ruth, - - This tale of Elfland sweetly told, - While all stood deep in autumn's gold: - - "Long, long ago the fairies found - Their homes in flowers on the ground. - - The buttercups were full of them, - And pansies sparkled like a gem. - - But fields by men were often mown, - The flowers were plucked as soon as grown. - - Thus without tents to shed cold dews, - The pixies lost their brilliant hues. - - Their kirtles green and mantles gold - Were crushed and torn and smeared with mould. - - (You should have seen Mab's ermine cape, - Draggled in muck till black as crape!) - - At last, his gossamer hammocks gone, - Their daylight king, bright Oberon, - - (Who could not find two crimson heads - Of clover strung with spider-webs) - - And Mab, the moonlight queen of elves - Took solemn counsel with themselves. - - 'Twas in the early summer days - They met at twilight all the fays, - - Under a grove with fronded plumes, - Whose trees were white with spikes of blooms. - - With elfin lance of wild-bee sting - Stood Oberon, at the outer ring. - - His knights each wore upon his breast - A firefly lamp in beetle's vest. - - With glow-worm crown of greenish light, - Sitting her fairy palfrey white, - - The queen, by wave of saffron brand, - Hushed into silence fairyland. - - Then with her sandaled foot she pricked - Her wasp-sting spur (and palfrey kicked!)-- - - Her moonbeam bridle firm in grip, - She plied the silken milkweed whip, - - And rode straight up the waiting tree, - And out each branch its blooms to see. - - When Mab (her own and palfrey's wings - Of gauzy blue outspread) the rings - - Of wistful pixies leapt into, - Sitting erect her horse so true, - - In silvery laughter broke each fay, - Like silvery tinkling brook in May. - - Waving her saffron brand, she said: - 'Fairies! your future home and bed!' - - And pointed up the flower-lit tree,-- - Thither they swarmed as swarms the bee! - - In turn each bole and fronded roof - Was trod by Elf-queen palfrey's hoof, - - Till fays who bore the flame-wood lamp, - Swung in their peaceful airy camp. - - That was a chestnut grove they found! - And as the sunny spring comes round, - - Queen Mab, when shines the silver moon, - And elfin bugles blow in tune, - - Still rides high up each chestnut tree, - That fays may know where safe they'll be, - - And golden-belted Oberon - Swing in his hammock like a Don,-- - - For palfrey prints his tiny shoe - On every branch that's wet with dew. - - My story's told, now for our play!" - "And is the story true, O May?" - - With air of one who knows the truth, - The sweet-eyed May, tall for her youth, - - The overhanging branch down drew, - And shewed the prints of palfrey's shoe-- - - And laughing said: "Now you all see - Why it is called _Horse_-Chestnut tree." - - - - - MY ROBIN. - - [B. B. D.] - - - At the very dawn of day, - My robin from the hill flies down, - And from the fence across the way, - With black cap on his handsome head, - And slatish cloak and vest of red, - He calls me from my easeful bed: - Dear _up_, dear _up_, dear! - Cheer up, cheer up, cheer! - - Constant as the coming morn, - He leaves his green fir copse to see - If I will greet his breezy horn, - And share his joy that day is here - To shimmer the sea, the fog to clear, - And yellow the corn of the hasting year: - Dear _up_, dear _up_, dear! - Cheer up, cheer up, cheer! - - Ah robin, so debonair, - So glad of the darkness gone away, - So heedful of this heart of care, - Sweet to me is your roundelay, - Born of a spirit so tender, so gay,-- - Let me join you in duet for aye! - _Dear up, dear up, dear! - Cheer up, cheer up, cheer!_ - - - - - ELISSA. - - - I hold my secret fast! - Sunset I watch, and dawn, - Wait the white moonbeam cast, - The pall of night down-drawn. - Then in the ebon dark - I whisper to myself, - While every sense doth hark - Lest blade, or leaf, or elf, - Should catch the trembling word, - And all the listening air - Be to its utmost stirred, - The giddy world aware! - - The willow heedful is, - And the titmouse peers at me, - The kingcups nod and quiz - With an air of mystery; - But no one knows at all-- - I hold my secret fast! - The wizard loon may call - Till night be overpast, - Troops of bright eyes may smile, - The people look me o'er, - The parson turn the stile, - Friends tarry at the door! - - I hold my secret fast! - Sunset I watch, and dawn, - See the blue heavens o'ercast, - The pall of night down-drawn; - And then in raven dark - I whisper to myself,-- - My whitest soul ahark - Lest blade, or leaf, or elf, - Should hear the trembling word, - And all the listening air - Be to its farthest stirred, - The rolling world aware - - - - - THE HUMMING-BIRD. - - - Thought-sudden presence - Out of blank air-- - Humming of wings! - Here--a whisk and a flash! - Sipping red balm there-- - And the silence sings. - - Thy will works its end - In freedom complete,-- - Deed flashing in sheen; - Forward or backward - As easeful, as fleet, - As a spirit unseen. - - Plumed gem all athrob, - Thy ruby throat burns - As from the hot kiss - Of a heaven-smit soul - As it panteth and yearns, - In its rapture of bliss! - - Thing of beauty, of life, - Bright wink of a day - When we'll be what we are-- - Freed of this garment's hem! - O soul, get thy wings, - Find the red balm for aye, - (Life of earth and of star!) - Flash with love, a live gem! - - - - - THE HEPATICA. - - - Hail, first of the spring, - Pearly sky-tinted thing - Touched with pencil of Him - Who rollest the year! - Lo, thy aureole rim - No painter may limn-- - Vision thou hast, and no fear! - - Fair child of the light, - What fixes thy sight? - Wide-open thy roll - From the seal of the clod, - And thy heaven-writ scroll - Glows, beautiful soul, - With the shining of God! - - Thou look'st into heaven - As surely as Stephen, - So steadfast thy will is! - And from earth's inglenook - Seest Christ of the lilies - And daffadowndillies, - And catchest His look. - - And a portion is mine, - Rapt gazer divine, - From thy countenance given-- - Angel bliss in thy face! - I've looked into heaven - As surely as Stephen, - From out of my place! - - - - - THE WHITE ROSE. - - (AT ----'S GRAVE.) - - - Rose pendent in calm of the sun, - (A type of my holiest thought) - Fair substance and emblem in one,-- - Sweet rose--sweet soul without spot! - Sweetness of beauty of God - Both over and under the sod. - - Each moulded in earth's cloud and shine, - White fulness of being complete, - Love's rose of beauty divine! - Thy past, but evolvings sweet, - Now, moment of essence for aye, - Thy future, eternity's day! - - O rose in the mirror of time-- - Calm image from under the sod-- - O form of eternal prime, - All-peaceful beauty of God,-- - Fulness of seventy times seven, - Made without hands, in the heaven! - - What though thy time-garment fade - And vanish from out of my sight, - Thy beauty shall never know shade - With the Chief of the sons of light-- - Redeemed from under the sod, - Ravishing beauty of God! - - - - - THE WAR HERCULES. - - - Under Mount [OE]ta - The blue Artemisium, - Flanked about with huge crags, - Stilled its wild winter drum,-- - The sun turned aside, - The sea nestled in calm, - Zeus's wisdom of calm,-- - Rude Hercules died! - - A wine-glass of azure - From the breast of the bay, - Caught up by the sun, - Smiled on by the sun,-- - Hope's halcyon ray! - Kiss of love for a bride, - Kiss of peace and of calm, - Zeus's wisdom of calm,-- - Wild Hercules died! - - A nest and a home - On the wintry sea, - On the blue Artemise, - In the rough country, - Heaven set in the azure tide! - The sea nestled in calm, - Zeus's wisdom of calm,-- - Fierce Hercules died! - - O halcyon of rest, - Sweet azure of peace, - Brood thy sky-tinted eggs, - Fill the world with increase-- - On the sea's bosom ride! - Now it nestles to calm, - Zeus's wisdom of calm,-- - Mad Hercules died! - - _January, 1896._ - - - - - IN THE COOL OF THE DAY. - - - I. - - To him that hears the calling in the calm, - And, naked, feeds his soul at Wisdom's lip, - Bird, grove, and brook--God's voice in silver psalm-- - Are like a secret honeycomb adrip. - - - II. - - Remote in thought from every living thing, - Silent the sage without his threshold sate, - Pondering the mysteries of Gyges' ring, - Dreaming of timeless years and iron fate. - - The whirr of sudden wings his ear awoke,-- - A lark rose free in its grey singing robe. - "O miracle of life," in speech he broke, - "A bird is greater than the solid globe!" - - - III. - - But yesterday I saw a hillside grove - Whose trunks were clad with lichens grey as frost; - At night a storm of rain and wind fierce drove,-- - Each bole to-day in living green's embossed! - - And so, I said, the clinging lives which make - Yearful and spectral those who yield them ruth, - Shall, when o'er these the night in storm doth break, - Wreathe them in freshness of immortal youth. - - - IV. - - Adown the steep cliff's face I saw unurn - Its waters full, a crystal brook to-day; - The silvery bubbles coursed each scar by turn, - Safe as on a full-fed meadow stream in May. - - I thought of that sweet Scripture Satan used - To tempt the Christ, and knew it true they bear - In woven hands our souls, else deadly bruised, - By hell thrust down some precipice's stair. - - - V. - - Still at the breeze of day doth nature's God - Forth in earth's paradisal bowers walk, - And of soul-freedom, Love's restoring rod, - And angel guardianship, He deigns to talk. - - - - - BEAUTY. - - - I. - - "Had I two loaves of bread--ay, ay! - One would I sell and hyacinths buy - To feed my soul."--"Or let me die!" - - Beauty, dew-sweet, of heavenly birth, - Thy flower is writ of grief, not mirth, - Thy rainbow's footed on the earth. - - Rainbows and hyacinths! O seers, - Your voices call across the years: - "The bread of Beauty's wet with tears! - - - II. - - The living words from Beauty's mien, - Than blade by swordsman swung more keen, - Spirit and soul divide between: - - "Pure as the sapphire-blue from blame, - Humble as glad, of holiest aim-- - Love's seven-fold beam a flashing flame!" - - - III. - - It yearns me sore, so near, so far! - My heart moans like the harbor-bar, - For coming of the morning star. - - Buy hyacinths--a goodly share! - Ascend, O soul, love's iris-stair, - The bridegroom waiteth for thee there! - - - - - THE DRAGONFLY. - - - I. - - Winged wonder of motion - In splendor of sheen, - Cruising the shining blue - Waters all day, - Smit with hunger of heart - And seized of a quest - Which nor beauty of flower - Nor promise of rest - Has charm to appease - Or slacken or stay,-- - What is it you seek, - Unopen, unseen? - - - II. - - Are you blind to the sight - Of the heavens of blue, - Or the wind-fretted clouds - On their white, airy wings, - Or the emerald grass - That velvets the lawn, - Or glory of meadows - Aflame like the dawn? - Are you deaf to the note - In the woodland that rings - With the song of the whitethroat, - As crystal as dew? - - - III. - - Winged wonder of motion - In splendor of sheen, - Stay, stay a brief moment - Thy hither and thither - Quick-beating wings, - Thy flashes of flight; - And tell me thy heart, - Is it sad, is it light, - Is it pulsing with fears - Which scorch it and wither, - Or joys that up-well - In a girdle of green? - - - IV. - - "O breather of words - And poet of life, - I tremble with joy, - I flutter with fear! - Ages it seemeth, - Yet only to-day - Into this world of - Gold sunbeams at play, - I came from the deeps. - O crystalline sphere! - O beauteous light! - O glory of life! - - - V. - - "On the watery floor - Of this sibilant lake, - I lived in the twilight dim. - 'There's a world of Day,' - Some pled, 'a world - Of ether and wings athrob - Close over our head.' - 'It's a dream, it's a whim, - A whisper of reeds,' they said,-- - And anon the waters would sob, - And ever the going - Went on to the dead - Without the glint of a ray, - And the watchers watched - In their vanishing wake. - - - VI. - - "The passing - Passed for aye, - And the waiting - Waited in vain! - Some power seemed to enfold - The tremulous waters around, - Yet never in heat - Nor in shrivelling cold, - Nor darkness deep or grey,-- - Came token of sound or touch,-- - A clear unquestioned 'Yea!' - And the scoffers scoffed, - In swelling refrain, - 'Let us eat and drink, - For to-morrow we die.' - - - VII. - - "But, O, in a trance of bliss, - With gauzy wings I awoke! - An ecstasy bore me away - O'er field and meadow and plain. - I thought not of recent pain, - But revelled, as splendors broke - From sun and cloud and air, - In the eye of golden Day. - - - VIII. - - "I'm yearning to break - To my fellows below - The secret of ages hoar; - In the quick-flashing light - I dart up and down, - Forth and back, everywhere, - But the waters are sealed - Like a pavement of glass,-- - Sealed that I may not pass. - O for waters of air! - Or the wing of an eagle's might - To cleave a pathway below!" - - - IX. - - And the Dragonfly in splendor - Cruises ever o'er the lake, - Holding in his heart a secret - Which in vain he seeks to break. - - - - - DEATHLESS. - - - I. - - The coy soul of man, - Moving through its time-span, - Unheeding of wings, - Tastes the death of all things-- - Of the flower and weed - And the faint-voiced reed. - - - II. - - The fair seasons roll - For you and for me. - The inhabiting soul - Of the flower and tree, - With the day of each - Born to be and to die,-- - No eternity-speech, - No eternity-cry - That pierces above, - Nor infinite thrill - At the touch of Love, - Or the voice of His will-- - From His fingers begot,-- - God-breathed it is not! - - - III. - - 'Twas a shy fair one, - Like a beam of light - From the clouded sun, - That rose to the sight - Of the eye of emotion - In the soul of the Greek, - And eternized the form; - And vision, devotion, - Ever fixt on the norm,-- - Type of beauty of flower, - Of grove and of bower, - Deathless, unique! - - - IV. - - Not from pole unto pole - Is man's hunger of soul, - But eternity's set - As a deathless fret - In the heart of man - As it beats the earth-span,-- - Beating not from the sod, - But an ongoing of God! - And it listens for Him - Over Time's flying rim, - And it sips, or it stings, - A life from all things-- - From the flower and the weed - And the faint-voiced reed. - - - - - A DREAM. - - - I dreamed the Lord of Life was dead. - Tremulous awe fell on the earth, - Virtue had gone from out all things, - The sun and rain were nothing worth. - - Rude power seized the painted woods - And hurled their glory down the steep, - The landscape wrapt in cerements - And left in death's eternal sleep. - - Nor bloom nor odor met the sense, - Nor wind-chant of the foliaged tree, - Nor grove of singing birds, nor psalm - Borne from the ever-voiceful sea. - - Color had fled the air and sky, - A stony stillness held the earth, - Virtue had gone from out all things, - Man's ebbing life was nothing worth. - - And as I wept within my dream - And knew my pulse of being slowed, - I sudden was aware of change-- - A flush on pallid nature showed! - - Lo, heralds of the arriving year! - The bugled flock beclangs the blue, - The hyla pipes by willowed run, - The flashing swallow skims the dew. - - Up from the rampike's ghastly arms - The gold-shaft high-hole's challenge floats, - While greening hill and valley laugh - And shore breaks out in pęan notes. - - And in my dream I leapt for joy-- - "'Twas but an awful dream," I said, - "The Lord of Life, for evermore - He lives--'twas once for all He bled!" - - And waked from sleep by beating heart, - I heard the first red robin sing, - And knew that once again had come - Fresh from the life of God the spring. - - - - - NATURE. - - - The large, far intent - Of the Kingly One - Is only begun - In rearing the tent; - To nurture a soul - Is the shining goal. - - Keen science speaketh - A word clear and fair - "The carbon in air - The young oak seeketh - In the greening years, - Lo, a giant appears! - - "Shelter and warmth, see! - Here final cause - Of nature's wise laws; - And the breath of the tree - Is life unto man - And lengthens his span.' - - But the Chemist who moves - The atoms in dance, - His all-seeing glance - By His working proves,-- - From far-off to nigher, - Feeds life that is higher. - - From blade to full ear, - From acorn to beam, - Unfoldings of dream, - Linkėd series of cheer, - Evolvings of grace, - Shadows bright of His face! - - Sweet procession and slow, - Every step of the way - More precious each day, - Till the starlit airs blow, - Wake emotion that sleeps, - Stir the fount of the deeps. - - O heaven's own fact - Eternal, that beauty, - As the sword on duty, - Hangs silent on act - Of nature forever,-- - Soul and body together! - - Nature, series divine - Of act and of word - From God's mouth seen or heard! - As thou bring'st bread and wine - I hear thy deep tone, - "O not these alone!" - - All-divine unity! - Writes the heaven-touched mind - Responsive, once blind: - All-divine harmony! - Emotion's attest - In the glow of my breast. - - - - - "I AM." - - - I am, and therefore these, - Existence is by me,-- - Flux of pendulous seas, - The stable, free. - - I am in blush of the rose, - The shimmer of dawn; - Am girdle Orion knows, - The fount undrawn. - - I am earth's potency, - The chemic ray's, the rain's, - The reciprocity - That loads the wains. - - I am, or the heavens fall! - I dwell in my woven tent, - Am immanent in all,-- - Suprįmanent! - - I am the Life in life, - Impact and verve of thought, - The reason's lens and knife, - The ethic "ought." - - I am of being the stress, - I am the brooding Dove, - I am the blessing in "bless," - The Love in love. - - I am the living thrill - And fire of poet and seer, - The breath of man's goodwill, - The Father near; - - Am end of the way men grope, - Core of the ceaseless strife, - I am man's bread of hope, - Water of life. - - I am the root of faith, - Substance of vision, too, - The spirit shadowed in wraith, - Urim in dew. - - I am the soul's white Sun, - Love's slain, enthronėd Lamb, - I am the Holy One, - I am I AM! - - - - - THE GLAD GOLDEN YEAR. - - - The glad golden year - Wheels slow in its coming. - Wild labor commotions - And murmurings for bread - While besotted with beer - Is the day's up-summing,-- - Insurgent emotions - To beauty stone-dead! - - What help, do you say, - For these sons of men? - In God's image they're made-- - Cleanse their eyes to His light, - Tune their ears to His lay, - Give His bread once again - Whose price the Christ paid,-- - Heaven's bread is their right! - - Earth's means of achieving - (Herds, field-food, and river, - Rain-cisterns in sky, - And sunshine elysian) - Forever are weaving, - And fain would deliver, - Web of God's beauty nigh-- - Sense-ravishing vision! - - Sow bread in the field: - Warm rain will transfigure - The humble grey furrow - With a million pearl suns - On the lanceolate shield - Of emerald and ligure, - And the moon o'er each burrow - Of the low-buried ones - Turn silver the spear-tips - In the dusk, with her lips; - And when breezy morn's told, - All ripples in gold. - - With envious repining - Or solace of delight-- - As emotion is pure - Or turbid with ill-- - Man views the outshining - From the heavenly height, - Feels the sweet picture's lure, - Hears the bird-copse athrill, - Makes him lord, or does not, - Of the park, house, or cot. - - Who holds the sure key - To this largesse of treasure - Is a king among men, - Though a workman in blue,-- - Of a strain yet to be - Who with God taketh pleasure - In the young earth again, - And feeleth it new. - Slow speeds the glad year - Told by poet and seer, - Yet I catch the far hum-- - It will come, it will come! - - - - - TETRAPLA. - - - LOVE. - - The blooming flowers, the galaxies of space, - Lie pictured in a sheeny drop of even; - And globed in one round word, on lips of grace, - Shine out the best of earth and all of heaven. - - - SACRIFICE. - - Green-haloed cup of the gods, cool from the deeps, - Fountain of life, whence comes thy wave that blesses? - "The burdened cloud attempts the mountain steeps, - To perish 'mid the rugged wildernesses." - - - LIBERTY. - - Thou rugged Gaian of man's free behests, - Belted and helmed 'neath God's red thunder-flails; - World climes upon thy many-cloven crests, - And ordered kingdoms in thy fertile vales! - - - BEAUTY. - - The grace of strength the shaggy hills attest, - And cresting billows in their power serene; - Beauty was suckled at no weakling's breast, - She sits the manėd lion like a queen. - - - - - FAIRY GLEN. - - - Hid in the virgin wilderness, - The fretted Conway's Fairy Glen - This summer day reveals its charms - For painter's brush or poet's pen. - - The air is flecked with night and day, - The ground is tiger-dusk and -gold, - The rocks and trees, empearled in haze, - A soft and far enchantment hold. - - The place is peopled with shy winds - Whose fitful plumes waft dewy balm - From all the wildwood, and let fall - An incommunicable calm. - - Through cleft rocks green with spray-wet moss, - Deep in the sweet wood's golden glooms, - The amber waters pulsing go, - With foam like creamy lily blooms. - - Shuttles of shadow and of light - In-gleam and -gloom the watery woof - As rolls the endless stream away - Beneath the wind-swayed leafy roof. - - (So life's swift shuttles dart and play, - As ceaseless speeds its flashing loom; - Our day is woven of sun and cloud, - A figured web of gold and gloom.) - - God's arbor, this enchanted Glen! - The air is sentient with His name; - Put off thy shoes from off thy feet, - The trees are bursting into flame! - - - - - IN CITY STREETS. - - - The city's ways were crowded thick,-- - I bent my steps athrough its mass - Of men and women, stone and brick, - Its whirring wheels and piping brass. - - And all day long, with hurrying feet, - I trod the surging marts of trade; - Yet in the rush and roar of street - A calm within my breast was made. - - For visions came of fair things wrought - By beauty's witching hand and grace - Upon my spirit when I caught - Life's spring-time image of her face:-- - - Blue violets in mossy bed, - Flashing with jewels on their breast; - The sky-stained eggs of robin red - Laid in her lined adobe nest; - - The shy lone brook, crept soft upon - Lest I should fright its brattling play; - The woods ahark for something gone, - Or whispering of elf and fay; - - The silver lake with lilies in bloom, - Their cups half-full of heaven's gold,-- - The circling shore all prankt with plume - Of ferns, whose fronds the waters told; - - And up the hill the whitethroat's song-- - A crystal bell that shakes the dew! - While floats in dream the cloud along, - And veils the palpitating blue; - - The musical and dream-like rain - Falling on roof o'er fragrant hay; - The blood-red spear, unflushed of pain, - Of sunbeam thrust 'tween battens grey; - - And in a trice, the sculptured shore - Where halcyon tides with wonder-wings - Redden their plumes in toil to soar - To where Evangeline's memory clings,-- - - Such sights and sounds swift came and went,-- - Glad sunshafts of an April day! - And to impetuous traffic lent - The restful sweetness of the may. - - Imprisoned close in city marts, - O childhood, so divinely fair, - For thee, deep in my heart of hearts, - Sweet pity beats her wings all bare! - - - - - BAY OF FUNDY. - - - I. - - Deep Bay, broad-breasted and brave! - Oft rocked in thy swaying arms - Beneath the hidden sun, - As foam-bell tost on thy wave - I drift again 'mid thy charms - To sphinx-like Blomidon. - - Why are thy glories untold? - Thy cliffs of purple and red - And crystal-veinėd rocks, - Thy hasting waters deep-rolled - 'Neath skies whose colors are spread - With art that all art mocks; - - Thy faltering ranks of white mist - Flanking vast floods and vast ebbs-- - A mimicry of war,-- - Oriflammes of dew-sprent list, - Banners of gossamer webs, - Soft blown as lights of Thor! - - - II. - - The smooth shining flats all bare - To the heavens' nakedest ken, - Mirror the hills, like lakes. - The drowsy lull of the air - Will stir anew to life when - The tidal note awakes. - - From lang'rous south seas that creep, - These odors dank issue forth, - Odors of sun-steeped brine-- - It comes! a breeze from a deep, - Full-fed from seas of the North, - A waft of Vikings' wine! - - Now beats the pulse of the flood, - The throbbings deep of a heart - Felt all around the world; - Now smites its rhythm with a thud,-- - With ictus sure of its art - That mountains huge has hurled. - - The unsouled rivers and creeks - Have being, have life to the full, - Into their mouths rebreathed, - As heaves the broad breast that seeks - T' embosom each leaning hull, - Bare on red banks tide-seethed. - - The iron gride of the flow - Powders the rocks in its path, - And bears the dust afar - To build their urns, where may grow - Sweet grasses and "primrose rathe,"-- - Fair Grand Pré, Tantramar! - - - III. - - Builder, unbuilder of shores, - Thresher of cliffs vapor-stoled, - God's masterworkman strong! - Yet on thy bosom the oars - Of sailor lads ply and fold - To sweet refrains of song. - - And glad in thy twinkling smiles, - Awing, like sea-gulls, the ships - Are breasting stout the breeze,-- - Ah me, thy treacherous wiles! - Witching fog-wraiths draping rips! - Currents of iron seas! - - - IV. - - O Fundy, deep-breathing sea, - Regal in power and rimmed - In hollow of His hand, - Captive to beauty, yet free, - Sleep now, thy Basin is brimmed - In fair Acadian land! - - Haloed with pearl-raying rings - The moon, at her utmost poised, - Looks on her silver shield; - And the tide wakens and swings-- - Ebbs with a clangor far noised - And wheeling wings afield. - - - - - AT THE LOOK-OFF. - - (PARTRIDGE ISLAND.) - - - I. - - What more can world-worn spirit ask - Than here in nature's arms to bask - And see the plangent tide at task? - - The zest is swift as lusty youth, - (Touched with an undertone of ruth,) - Invincible as ageless truth,-- - - The wonder of all wondrous things! - How coy the birds! they lift their wings; - The wary ship to her anchor swings. - - - II. - - Sun, moon and stars of ancient prime, - And of to-day, in confluence chime - The universal One sublime; - - Pouring these floods of deep surcease,-- - In universal pain, release; - In universal travail, peace. - - The strong right arm is here laid bare - In strife, by which He doth declare - Another shall not with Him share. - - Forces of universal law - Which hither these vast waters draw - Send through my soul His tides of awe; - - While universal radiance charms - And beckons to His winsome arms - To soothe my timid soul's alarms. - - Of joy, of grief He does not rob,-- - The light with intermittent throb - Falls on the waters glad--a-sob. - - - III. - - Here He and I are conscious each - Of each--a Deep, a waiting beach! - A shell, a Sea that doth beseech! - - How all unswift my eyes to see - The universal God in Thee, - Who walked the waves of Galilee! - - Give, freely give--Thou dost not dole! - Pour chrismal balm upon my soul! - Anoint me from Thy golden bowl! - - - IV. - - In travail, pain, grief, joy, the wave - Slumbers nor sleeps the earth to save-- - This word the blissful God He gave, - - Ere yesterday in Palestine - Love's flagon poured the ruddy wine, - Life of the universal Vine. - - - V. - - The tameless tides, unresting, seethe; - I rest me, for He works beneath; - Peace! peace! the toiling waters breathe. - - Peace, healing peace, in murmuring main, - In brooding sky fanned by lone crane! - The sunbeams bicker in the Lane-- - - Peace on the lighter's falling sail! - Peace on the ships that breast the gale! - And peace in human hearts that fail! - - - - - THE STORMY PETREL. - - - Fair hero, brave hero of sea-- - The sea in its darkness of wrath! - I run down the breaker with thee, - I mount the next in its path. - - Our hearts beat together, charmed one, - Lift their wings as fearless as free, - Ride the gloom as if 'twere the sun - Gold-bridled for you and for me. - - Summer rain, the cold drifting sleet - That whistles as spiteful as hail! - A roadstead, the billows that fleet - Under the black lash of the gale! - - We laugh at their seething, their roar, - Draw our breath full in their face; - We have wings, we know we can soar,-- - Your secret and mine in embrace! - - (Wings, wings, the soul of our life! - Outspread they victory tell,-- - Upliftings amid gulfs of strife, - Wafts of heaven that keep us from hell!) - - Brave hero, winged hero of sea-- - The sea with black tempest in breast, - Here we mount on the breakers, free, - Soon to soar into calm, into rest! - - - - - OBLIVION. - - - I. - - The all-devouring sea! I said,-- - While looking on the green- and red- - Ribbed rocks a-tilt that flank Sharp's Head: - - The diary of the rain cloud driven - To yield again its spoil by heaven, - The west wind serving the replevin-- - - Notes of the ocean's teeming floor, - The carven shell, the seaweed's spore, - And ripple-marks of tidal shore-- - - Vast tablets of the world of eld, - A mighty Bodleian unspelled, - By ravine into dust compelled! - - The hills are fated to their fall. - Upon the great, upon the small, - Oblivion drops her raven pall. - - - II. - - And then I thought: The form and mass - May baffle ken of eye and glass, - And yet the record may not pass. - - Tittle and jot, where all seems nil, - A finer form in form may still - Wait touch of that which doth fulfil. - - - III. - - The liquid air, unseen, unheard, - Writes in an everlasting word - The wing-beats of the hasting bird. - - The sweet light leaves, and bears abroad, - A picture of the wide realms trod - With wingėd feet gold sandal-shod; - - Etching in truth and beauty's grace, - Beyond compare of antique vase, - On fronting hills the other's face. - - Nor shoreless deeps of space debar - Blazon on earth of records far, - In greening orb or burning star. - - - IV. - - I said: Coined for exchange in mart - Of purblind men with leaden heart, - This word Oblivion on life's chart! - - Deft science' balance now prevails-- - This simulacrum in the scales, - The verdict to the counter nails. - - - V. - - And then, distraught by onward sweep - Of meditation long and deep, - I sought me out a place to weep-- - - O soul, may not thy leaves, I mused, - Stirred by death's shock through all diffused, - Reveal thy story unconfused, - - Clear traced by thought's all-subtle beam-- - A quickened palimpsest agleam, - Re-orient out of dusk and dream! - - - - - SEA MUSIC. - - (_For dramatic orchestration._) - - - I. - - Fleecy white waters, - Shorn by the tempest, - Wrathful and doomful - Rolling to land! - - Naked and lustrous, - Fiercest of smiters, - Straight for the stern cliffs, - Iron to steel! - - Shock unto shock calls, - Boom answers boom, - Roars the huge tide-loom, - Thunder and storm! - - Torn are the vast webs - Woven of tumult, - Flung to the cloud-rack, - Tatters of sound! - - - II. - - The glistening waters again - Are marching loyal and true - Under the hollow sky,-- - A hundred million of men - Throbbing as fiery dew - Under the morning's eye! - - List to the repetend note, - Multiplex tone of the sea, - Refrain of grief, of mirth, - On violet air afloat - Far borne to mountain and lea, - To the home of its birth. - - List as its music unbraids:-- - _Rivulets pour from the hill, - Winds wash the lips o' the trees, - The brook by the rocky glades - Brattles its way to the mill - Through fields adream with bees._ - - _Forests of pine and of fir - Plain as their dark plumes are fret - By the free-coursing winds; - Alder and golden birch stir - To notes too sweet to forget, - Sung by brook as it winds._ - - Hark! _The lone laugh of the auk - As 'twere a disprisoned soul come - From out the shining foams! - And the loon's "ha! ha!" and mock - 'Mid the torn surf's booming drum, - Or hushed tide's star-sprent domes!_ - - _The ringdove coos in the grove, - The cataract's thunders jar, - Rapids swirl white and hiss; - Peoples in temples of love - Echo their anthems afar, - Diapasons of bliss._ - - Great flux of the world, O sea, - Blood of earth's wild pulsing veins - Beating to orbs afar, - Your life and mine cannot be - Unlinked with God's joys and pains - Here or in throbbing star! - - List as its music unbraids, - List to the much-sounding sea, - List to the repetend note, - Multiplex tone of the sea,-- - Refrain of grief, of mirth, - On violet air afloat - Far borne to mountain and lea, - To the home of its birth. - - - - - SUMMER FOG. - - - I. - - Waft of beaten brine of the Bay, - Tonic keen as steel in strife, - Blowing wet and cool in my face, - Tang of bitter savor of life! - - - II. - - Billows calm of whitest fog, - Over ships and homes now roll,-- - Breath of seas in quest of heaven, - Groping blind as human soul, - Blearing, hiding, muffling all,-- - Life itself laid under the shroud! - - - III. - - Breath-blown veils of faltering mist, - Filmy dreams of luminous cloud, - Shifting curtains fret with air, - Noiseless sped as northern lights; - Opening, shutting gaps of blue, - Gleams and glories, glooms and nights! - - Torn by winds and riven in spray, - Borne afar o'er pine trees tall, - Clinging round the mountain crests, - Melt in azure roofing all! - - - IV. - - Mystic phantom, mime of life: - Witching visions, vanishing play, - Belts of shadow, rending veils, - Cloudless dome of perfect day! - - - V. - - Come again, white vapor of seas, - Blow thy pungent balm in my face, - Soft illusions weave o'er earth, - Charm me up to heaven's embrace! - - - - - THE ARETHUSA. - - - A pearly boat am I, - From Silver Crag I hail, - Wrought of the sea and sky, - Freighted with moonbeams pale. - - I hoist my purple sails - To catch the starbeam's gold, - And furl them in the gales - The sun blows overbold. - - Rainbows and flying tints, - The sunset's crimson glow, - A thousand gleams and glints - All day do come and go. - - But as the silver moon - Rolls up the breathless blue, - And all the stars in swoon - Are hidden from my view, - - I ope my hatches wide - And lade with pearl and sheen, - To deck my home-bound bride, - The Basin's peerless queen. - - - - - DIAN AND FUNDY. - - (DESIGNS FOR A TIME-PIECE.) - - - I. - - _The Enchantress._ - - In silver shoon, on sapphire pavement clear, - Fair Dian walks the overarching night; - Her spell she lays--great Fundy leaps with cheer! - She breaks--he flees in elemental might! - - - II. - - _The Lovers._ - - Dian, pale Dian, sailing the upper sea, - Searching for lover lost on earth's lone beach; - And Fundy, forward, backward, ceaselessly, - By love's impulsions borne to utmost reach. - - - III. - - _Art and Science._ - - Dian, with silver robe from her shoulders flung, - And Fundy, with his tidal arc and gauge, - Beating as a great pendulum forth-swung, - The seconds of the geologic age. - - - - - THE OLD FISHER'S SONG. - - - From the broad-shouldered Cobequids we saw - Prone Blomidon in lotos-eyed repose, - The immemorial vigil lapst to dream. - The Basin lay as if in calm of swoon. - Upon the bosom of the breathing tide - The drifting ships, wide-winged in air, in sea, - Sailed double on a single keel--a ship - In either stilly heaven, above, beneath. - The day was warm, and as we lay beside - The woodland brook and watched the pinfish play, - We saw the sky within a silver pool, - Like a great vase of lapis lazuli - Veined with the feathery spray of cirrus cloud, - While cumuli in spotless beauty bloomed - Therein--a garden of the gods! And all - The pool seemed fragrant with a myriad sweets. - - "There's promise of fair morrow," Harold said, - "The witness of the sea and wood is one: - The hissing brine, moonstruck, comes vengeful up - Its iron gateways with remorseless flood-- - This little brook in rage and foam tears through - A hundred hills--each sets a mirror at - Our feet of beauty's self. And so, I ween, - The fury of the age will end as full - Of calm as are this sea and pool of heaven." - - And breasting an old path to the carved shore - Where fell at ebb the sea-green billows clear,-- - A path o'ertangled thick with alder hung - With tags that take the rich brown Vandyke loved, - And cool with dusky air in which, all still, - Eye-bright and fronded fern and lichened spruce - Swam deep in voiceless sea of wildwood balm-- - My eye had sight of emerald moss and bells - That wreathed the bearded rocks that once were fire. - - "Ho! here is where the fisher lives who sings - All day while fingering nets, and chants the tide - To sleep," cried Harold, "as he tends his seines - At night. Some three-score souls like his would make - A state, and one such state the golden age. - This old man never knows when spring is past, - But pipes a robin song from May to May, - A fresh-blown breezy song of coming good-- - He's piping now!" - - _Heirs of the century, - Sons of the next, - Hearten your spirits, - Your souls keep unvext. - There's an ebb in the tide, - There's an open sea wide, - But where sun and star dart, - You've a trustworthy chart._ - - Beside the wave-worn cliffs, - Painted with rainbows of a thousand storms, - We sat us down, and took on grateful cheek - And brow the waking winds that yestermorn, - Far out Atlantic's grey unresting wastes, - In awful tempest smote the full-winged ship - And pluckt it naked to the hungry deep. - "Peace is of conflict born," I said, "and good - Seems rooted oft in ill. Man gropes in fog, - And is a child tost in a cockle-shell. - The stars wink over him and then are gone, - The sun is not, and when he deems he's lost, - The shore breaks forth in silver welcome sweet." - - _Care for the coming man, - Heirs of the race, - Hearten your spirits, - Gird! quicken your pace! - There's a sound in the air, - There are trumpets ablare, - But there's nothing to dread, - You've God overhead._ - - "The Sirens once were symbol of chief fears - That met the hardy mariner on life's main," - Said Harold, musingly, "but now the coast - Is set with sirens groaning lest he touch - The isles mist-veiled and hooded white with fog, - But cruel as the Sisters twain of death. - Science, to-day, the witchery of the past - Turns into truth to guide the course of man, - Tracks to its lair disease, and bolt and flame - Subdues to service of the struggling race; - While breeze of health begins to fan alike - The cheeks of rich and poor in city ways, - And wisdom cries aloud in every street." - - _You of the world-ages, - Saviors of man, - Hearten your spirits, - Lay open God's plan. - Labor hungers and wastes - While love tarries nor hastes, - Yet the note's round and clear, - The full time draweth near._ - - "But what of man's grim lust and greed?" said I. - "The comradeship of stars and night is not - More awful than is that of man with sin, - Nor shows more steadfast purpose 'gainst the light. - The sky and air fresh-washed with summer rain - Forthwith begin to cloud with haze and smoke - Till smit again with lightning's wrath, and torn - By buffet of the thunder's pealing voice. - So hath it been with man, till judgment-ire - Reddens in vain to purge his murky sky - And flash the light of God upon his soul. - The beastly lure of drunkenness that cloaks - Itself in the white mantle of the Christ; - Delusion's wand that prints mirage for sight - On eyes of civic crowds, and nations, too, - Or, unclean, faith assoils in simple hearts; - The simpering guile that toys with capital - And robs the workman of his honest wage, - While like the surgy murmurs of the sea - Sounds out the moan of willing labor's voice - For bread to fill its famished children's mouths; - The lust of power to sit in place of God - And turn for selfish ends the wheels of fate - Of fellowman,--these wait a day of doom!" - - _Heirs of the century, - Sons of renown, - Lift up humanity's - Broad kingdom and crown. - There's a purpose replete, - To put all 'neath man's feet, - And we see it begun - In the Virgin's crowned Son._ - - "Injustice," Harold said, with eye that burned - Like a star, "_is_ the devil's own trade-mark, - And hottest comes from hell through saintly hands! - The race of man is in the making yet. - Hypocrisy still deftly apes true worth-- - Thus prophesying universal good. - Nature is non-committal of her end, - But God is hiding not man's destiny. - Yon fitful beacon flares the dark night through, - And then the kindling clouds, day's heralds, burn - In golden dawn. Earth's skyward crags, which thirst - For news from God, are bathed in heavenly light, - And from their sunrise shoulders the full morn - Shoots far the splendors of its coming noon. - The shadows of a fleeing night yet dim - The age and mask a hundred ills as good, - More eager graspt at since they haste away; - But from the slopes there pours a clear new light, - Divinely aired, above that of the sun. - Philosophy of schools, nor science wise, - Nor labor, of itself, life's secret finds, - That fills the promise of man's vermeil bloom. - 'Tis love alone can sheathe the alien sword, - And crown mankind in his own kingdom lord." - - _Heirs of the coming age, - Makers of man, - The Christ be your pattern, - Ay, choose with elan. - There's a presence at hand, - There's a voice of command-- - It is Love, King of men, - Alleluia, Amen!_ - - And as we turned toward home by open beach, - The waves were loud in clamor on the shore; - But over all, and far away, we caught - The drifting chant of the old Christian seer: - - _It is Love, King of men, - Alleluia, Amen!_ - - - - - NORA LEE. - - - I. - - Away from Howth into the south - A stanch brave ship left harbor-mouth. - - The _Easter Bell_, all sails a-swell, - Gallantly swept to sea they tell, - - And Nora flamed like one ashamed, - When her fair sailor-man they named. - - - II. - - Three moons did heap the cresting deep - Since Nora Lee was wed at Dreep. - - Up from the dim grey ocean's rim - No tidings came of ship, or him. - - A sea-gull's wing would make her sing, - And eye with smiles her wedding-ring. - - If signal high flew in the sky, - She knew the _Easter Bell_ was nigh, - - And pulled a rose, as wife that knows - Her good man cometh at the close. - - The white ship came--'twas not the name! - And Nora Lee was not the same. - - - III. - - The kraken grim, in dream, did swim - Beside the _Easter Bell_, and him. - - The ocean swell and harbor bell - Chimed in an endless passing knell. - - In gleaming green of breaker's sheen, - The pallid light of death was seen. - - The shaping clouds, the mist, like shrouds, - Floated in ever-thickening crowds,-- - - Till piping wind her blood did bind, - Froze by the phantoms of the mind. - - - IV. - - "Cheer up, good wife," the neighbors rife - Said all, "the _Bell_ has charmėd life. - - "Brave Captain Head, no dawn a-red - In vain e'er signaled him, 'tis said. - - "Of all this town, from foot to crown - No sailor has so just renown. - - "The winds that blow, the reefs that grow, - Each one by heart he'd know, he'd know. - - "Some night full soon, or morn, or noon, - The _Bell_ will fly her home gossoon!" - - - V. - - The days they came and went the same, - The moons, the tides, the mists, the flame. - - And Nora said: "Since I was wed - Six moons the heaping tides have led. - - "In gloom I pine--(love makes him mine, - Alive or dead)--I'll throw the line!" - - - VI. - - She pulled a rose, as wife that knows - Her good man cometh at the close. - - Three neighbors true with her she drew - To the grey shore, and, calling, threw, - - With passionate leap, far to the deep, - The life-line good wives always keep-- - - "O Mike, my man, my dear good man! - The line, the line, my dear good man!" - - (Calling so sore adown the shore, - As fell the wintry surge's roar.) - - Across the line of foaming brine, - Low answer came that lit her eyne. - - * * * * * * * - - The neighbors three with Nora Lee - All heard the words from out the sea, - - Yet none e'er said what past the wed,-- - A fearsome awe o'er them was spread. - - - VII. - - When next moon fell, the _Easter Bell_ - Sailed into harbor, as they tell, - - With silk "gossoon" astream aboon-- - And Nora in her calm did croon, - - And softly tell: "I knew it well, - His head it tosseth with weed and shell." - - - - - TO W. - - - I. - - "Neural and hęmal arch," you say, - "Tell out man's history to-day, - Brain and mechanics have their way." - - Is structure then sole test of kin? - The ape from man, in form and skin, - Is far as holiness from sin! - - Emotion swears with hand uplift, - That beauty is no mere makeshift, - Significance divine its drift. - - Beauty of sound, articulate speech, - Lories and pyes might simians teach, - These, therefore, nearer to man reach; - - While nightingale and mocking-bird, - Approach, in music's heavenly word, - Closer than mammal e'er conferred. - - - II. - - Were structure and function parallel, - The word might break the mystic spell, - But function doth its test compel. - - Upward to man the beaver deft - In structure gains of tail bereft-- - But if there were no house-skill left!-- - - And if in structure beavers be - In tooth and larynx nearer me - Than flirting blackbird in ash-tree, - - His song beyond all such control - Comes up in kindred echo-roll, - With those that tremble in my soul. - - - III. - - True, in mechanics there is seen - A gross resemblance in the mien - Of ape and man--thought nigh unclean! - - But grosser want of function's shewn - Of human attribute and tone,-- - Sweet rhythmic utterance unknown; - - Beauty of form, proportion fair, - And dignity--all wanting there, - Though neural and hęmal arch compare! - - - IV. - - Of structure, all you find is that - A function it performs, whereat - A thus or thus of sight's come at. - - And yet you truly know far more-- - Feeling from out her open door - Affirms, in speech of beauty's lore: - - "O, awesome!" "beauteous!" "pleasant too!" - "Inspiriting!" "ennobling!" "true!" - Or contrariwise--each as is due. - - But no account of this you take; - Your thoughts are polarized, and make - An open sea of a tiny lake. - - - V. - - You don't believe the colors of birds - And insects are God's painted words - To please the master of His herds! - - "Mere marks ancestral, once of use, - Now useless as an empty cruse-- - Derived, but not designed," your truce. - - Yet why such skilful pains bestow, - That colors _once_ had use, to shew? - Vain zeal, since that you cannot know. - - Fruitless your words! Is it not plain, - "Designed" or not, like April rain, - The end achieved _is_ man's high gain? - - - VI. - - 'Tis folly to attempt truth's goal - With logic got of half the soul,-- - Truth will not have the half, but whole. - - Beauty, God's gladness seen in time, - Lights up Truth's calm white face sublime - With radiance of the golden prime! - - Shall you and I look down for light? - Nay, upward let us fix our sight, - Downward's the awful gulf of night. - - - - - MARIE DEPURE. - - - Not with her outward eyes, but with her mind, - Her living soul, her faith,--for she was blind-- - Marie Depure, with simple, loving heart, - Had seen the Christ, and chosen the good part. - - She never thought with Milton, in his pride, - "Does God exact day labor, light denied?" - But gave her willing hands as one who saw, - Deftly to plait for use the yellow straw. - - With humble workers of her craft she wrought - For daily bread, and Christ's great lesson taught, - That love the life far more than meat regards, - And body, more than raiment sweet with nards. - - For when the pastor, who, like John, had leaned - Upon the Master's breast, spoke words that yeaned - The pity of his heart for those that sit - In heathen night, nor know Christ's torch is lit; - - Marie Depure, her soul winged like a dove - Eager to bear the news of light and love, - Gave of her humble toil more than they all,-- - Since love makes willing answer to Love's call. - - Amazed, the man of God to Marie said: - "Your gift is great, a part I take instead;" - But she, with sweet insistence, spake him, "Nay, - I'm richer far than those who see the day. - - "These workers of the golden straw buy oil, - When darkness falls, that they may see to toil; - But I am blind, I need no oil for light,-- - I give this love-lit lamp for darker night." - - Marie Depure! A sweet and gracious beam - Speed from thy burning lamp, a Christ-like gleam, - To those who in the darkness sit, and some - Who, without serving, pray, "Thy Kingdom Come!" - - - - - "BY THE LOVE." - - AN EASTER IDYLL. - - Twelve months agone - The beauteous face, all white with pity as - A wave with foam, sank in the dusk of death. - Four summers and the wafture of the fifth - Had poured their cataract of gold far down - The shining shoulders of the seraph boy, - While love, a father's and a mother's, hung - Above its laughter like a thing divine. - - O golden head that drifted down to death! - Sweet eye and voice by silence swift devoured! - Dawn's kiss upon the forehead of the day! - The fresh-blown surge of grief was stilled, - And halcyon hope her azure wings outspread - As all the hollow sky on Easter morn - Was, like a lily, filled with golden light. - Swift through the hush of death the thrill of life - Touched the still chords of the fair mother's heart, - And woke unquenchable desire to lay - White lilies from the darksome mother-earth - Upon the tomb, where circled, like a dove, - Her wingėd hopes,--the tomb where long ago - White angels watched the birth of Life anew. - - Beside the lilied mound she lingered long. - Her rising soul pushed at the gates of death, - Till, like a creek from which the moon has drunk - The tide, they yawned empty and bare of hope. - All spectral grew her heart with tearless grief - As some sweet plot of lichens reft of rain. - "There are no angels now," she said, "to roll - The stone away. O that He now were here - To raise my dead, if 'tis not all a myth!" - And as she spoke she lift a bitter face - Into the eyes of the bright Easter day. - - Not far away she saw a little child - Of scarce five years, and drawing near she knew - Him one who never felt a mother's kiss,-- - Now sitting at the grave where one long month - Had slept his father,--kith nor kin bequeathed - The boy in the wide circle of the earth. - She knew that, rose and rosebud on one stem, - Father and child had crimsoned life with love, - And that the wind of death had snatched - The rose and left the unsheltered bud alone; - Yet blinded by the night of her own grief - Scarce had she seen his golden day's eclipse. - Now swift she marked the tender mobile lips, - The spirit-light aglow in eye, on brow, - And the rare beauty of the noble face. - - "Is your name Mary," fearlessly he asked, - "Who with the angels talked when the great stone - Was rolled away?--" "O no, dear child," she said,-- - "Whom are you looking for?" With reverent mien, - Yet eager voice, "For Jesus," said the child. - "O Jesus is not here, my darling boy, - He's risen, you know." "Yes," said the wistful face, - "I've waited here all day for Him to come - And raise my father up. I thought perhaps - He sent you, 'tis so late, to bid me stay - A little--O 'tis never too late for - Jesus!" he said, and brushed away the tear; - "He's sure to come, for 'tis the Rising-Day." - - The woman stoopt to kiss the wondrous boy, - And sat beside him there upon the grave, - And sobbed like organ swept by the master's hand. - - "What makes you cry?--perhaps your father's here - To be raised up?" "No darling,--but my child." - He stroked the woman's hand: "Don't cry," he said, - "Jesus does not forget the Rising-Day, - He'll surely come and give to you your child - And me my father--He will come to-night. - I saw the two men who from Emmaus came, - Go by at early morn, and Jesus will - Meet them, and turn and this way come, as they - In wonder all about His dying talk, - And rising too. The men will know Him not, - But I shall, and will call to Him to stop - And raise my father up." "How shall you know - Him, my dear boy?" she asked. "O by His smile, - And by the picture father shewed me once, - But" (with his hand upon his heaving breast) - "I'll know Him best by the love I keep in here." - "Shall you?" she said, "and are you sure you'll know - Your father?" "My own father!" said the boy, - With wondering voice, "I'll know him by the love, - And so will you your child. They will not look - The same, for Jesus did not, but they knew - Him by His love." And finer grew the face - As the fond lingering voice, in love's own tones, - Repeated: "And we'll know them by the love." - - Moveless a moment, as the tide at full, - Her heart hung in a balance, and as its - Tremulous deeps swayed to the signs of heaven, - Its wave broke o'er the banks of self to life. - - "Philip," she cried, and clasped him in her arms, - "Jesus has gone to heaven, and I am sent - By Him to take you to your father now. - Come!" With faith strong as is the noonday sight, - Instant the child clasped home her trembling hand, - And passed without the gates, nor backward lookt. - Silent he went, for expectation held - Him fast, and a great light was on her face. - - Entering her home, she bade that food be given - The famished boy; and when the maid brought milk, - Honey and bread with broilėd fish, he said, - With exultation: "Now I know this is - The house--it's all here just the same, and He'll - Be here to-night." With wingėd feet the wife - Sped up the stair to meet her husband's step, - And in a rapture told him all, and of - The wonder-heart below. "Heaven, a fair child, - An angel boy, has sent our stone to roll - Away! For us his vision is no less - Than for himself. O husband, this is life's - Supremest hour for us!--'_I shall know him - By the love_,' sweetly he says."--"It shall be - So indeed!" cried the father's yearning heart. - - As she returned, the child most eager said, - In a sweet voice half-sob, but full of hope, - "O wash my face and comb my hair, before - I see my father--'tis not too late yet?" - The touch of the ineffable child-trust - Pierced deep her heart, yet with assuring tones - The words fell: "Philip, come, let us now go - To him." - - The arras opened on a face - Noble and winsome sweet, though smiles were close - To tears. As azure bird on mountain stream - Halts a brief moment on some jutting crag, - Ere as a flash of streaming light it cleaves - The dewy darkness of the trickling dell; - So for a moment halted the sweet child, - Took one step forward, and then leapt into - The arms where death-shade once was deep as night, - But where commingling love now glads the gloom, - All lit by the sweet azure of the heart. - With head thrown back, and questioning eyes agaze: - "Father--you're--changed!" he said, "but by the love, - We know each other--by the love, the love!" - The father's heaving heart did echo sweet, - "The love, the love!" - - And nestling down upon - The manly breast, the curly head, soft-stroked, - And soothed with all the lullabies of love, - Was rocked, like harbored sail, to rest of sleep, - Lapt in the love which fed his simple faith, - And poured a golden Easter in the heart - Of her who groped in darkness 'mong the tombs. - - - - -NOTES. - - -Page 17. _and erst "rose noble" bore thy grace._--The -"rose noble," an ancient English gold coin, first minted -by Edward III., was stamped with the figure of the rose. - -19. _The phantom of the buried tide._--This phenomenon -is not infrequently seen in the evenings of the last of -August or early September. It is caused by the condensation -of the invisible vapor of the air resting on the -dyked lands--the former sea-bed. As the condensed -vapor lies close upon the ground, the illusion of a full -sea is complete in the moonlight, the shore line and -creeks being perfectly traced. - -28. _The title deeds of these rich shores are thine._--Geologists -affirm that Partridge Island is older than the -mainland, or than the other islands mentioned. - -29. TENNYSON ROCK.--This rock is the pinnacle of -Pinnacle Island (one of the Five Islands, Basin of -Minas). The rock is solitary, and nearly two hundred -feet high at low water,--a seated figure strongly resembling, -as seen from the Basin, Lord Tennyson in his old -age--with his cloak about him. - -32. GLOOSCAP.--The divine man of the Micmac Indians. -His home was on the shores of the Basin of -Minas, particularly at Partridge Island, the Five Islands, -and Blomidon. He sailed away "into the west," because -of the wickedness of men and beasts, not to return till -they should heed his voice. (See "Legends of the -Micmacs," gathered by the late Rev. Silas Tertius Rand, -D.D., LL.D, of Hantsport, Nova Scotia, and published -by Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass.) - -40. DAY AND NIGHT.--The last three lines of the -sonnet refer to the "afterglow," which often appears (at -Minas Basin) from half an hour to an hour or more after -the first sunset colors have entirely faded into dusk. - -45. MAYFLOWER.--_The Trailing Arbutus._ - -48. THE GHOST FLOWER.--The _monotropa uniflora_,--a -true flower, not a fungus. It grows in the deep -shadows, the entire flower and stalk being colorless and -wax-like. It has white, wax-like bracts in place of green -leaves. The cup nods, and stalk and flower together -often form an interrogation point (which fact, it will be -observed, determines the cast of the sonnet). The flower -is widely known as the Ghost Flower, but is often called -Indian Pipe. - -52. MCMASTER UNIVERSITY.--Founded as a distinctively -Christian university, by the late William -McMaster, of Toronto, merchant, founder of the Bank -of Commerce, and a member of the Senate of the -Dominion of Canada. - -54. _Areopagus ... Furies._--The sessions of the -Areopagus, the highest judicial court at Athens, were -held on Mars' Hill. The Cave of the Furies was -beneath the same rock. - -66. _And shewed the prints of palfrey's shoe._--These -tiny horse-shoe prints, many of them sharp and perfect -even to the nail-heads, may be seen in abundance on the -branches of any horse-chestnut tree. - -82. _Had I two loaves of bread_,--Mohammed. _Or let -me die_--Wordsworth,--uttered in view of his emotion at -the sight of the rainbow. - -84. THE DRAGONFLY.--The species of neuropterous -insects referred to in the poem deposit their eggs in -water. The grub lives at the bottom of the lake or -pond, creeping on the submerged parts of aquatic plants -and feeding on aquatic insects. When the final transformation -is about to take place, the body of the insect -becomes swollen until, lighter than the water, it rises to -the surface. As its skin dries, it splits at the back, and -the perfect insect comes forth, with body and wings quite -soft and moist. When dry, the wings expand, until -presently the insect spreads them, and soaring upwards, -begins to dart to and fro in the full enjoyment of its new -and wondrous life. - -115. _The moon at her utmost poised._--The moon is in -meridian at high water in the Bay of Fundy. - -159. "BY THE LOVE": AN EASTER IDYLL.--The -story on which this poem is founded was published in -the _Congregationalist_, by Helen Strong Thompson, as a -true incident of the Easter of 1894. - - - - -Transcriber's Notes - - -Words surrounded by _ are italicized. - -Small capitals are presented as all capitals in this e-text. - -Apparent printer's errors and inconsistent spellings have been retained. - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's At Minas Basin and Other Poems, by Theodore H. Rand - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AT MINAS BASIN AND OTHER POEMS *** - -***** This file should be named 53435-8.txt or 53435-8.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/3/4/3/53435/ - -Produced by Judith Wirawan, Larry B. 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Rand - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most -other parts of the world 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. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: At Minas Basin and Other Poems - -Author: Theodore H. Rand - -Release Date: November 2, 2016 [EBook #53435] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AT MINAS BASIN AND OTHER POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Judith Wirawan, Larry B. Harrison and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net -(This file was produced from images generously made -available by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 383px;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="383" height="616" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="400" height="531" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><i>Reduced fac-simile of original of page 34.</i></span> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<h1 class="space-above">AT MINAS BASIN<br /> - -And Other Poems</h1> - - -<p class="center space-above">BY</p> - -<p class="center"><big>THEODORE H. RAND</big><br /> -D.C.L.</p> - - -<p class="center space-above">TORONTO:<br /> -<b>WILLIAM BRIGGS</b><br /> -<small>WESLEY BUILDINGS.</small><br /> -<span class="smcap">Montreal</span>: C. W. COATES.<span style="margin-left:3em;"><span class="smcap">Halifax</span>: S. F. HUESTIS.</span><br /> -1897</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p class="space-above">Entered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one -thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven, by <span class="smcap">Theodore H. Rand</span>, -at the Department of Agriculture.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p class="center space-above">To E.</p> - -<p class="center">SHARER OF PERFECT SUMMER DAYS<br /> -AT PARTRIDGE ISLAND<br /> -BASIN OF MINAS</p> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Toronto, Canada</span>, -1897</p> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="POESY_SPEAKS" id="POESY_SPEAKS">(<i>POESY SPEAKS.</i>)</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A body of beauty is mine.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O poet, moulder of me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Withhold not the breath divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The soul of truth that makes free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair form in repose for a day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(The body of beauty of me)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the pulse-beats of life all away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is well, for beauty and thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet give to me life all aglow,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not a demon of darkness to blight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a love-lit soul pure as snow,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beckon me an angel of light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A body of beauty is mine.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O poet, moulder of me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inbreathe with breathings divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or body alone let it be.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</a></h2> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> -<tr><td></td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">Page</span></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><i>Poesy Speaks</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_ix">ix</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">At Minas Basin</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Rain Cloud</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Rose</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">A Willow at Grand Pré</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Bowing Dyke</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Love's Immanence</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Mystery</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Night-Fisher</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">A Deep-Sea Shell</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">A Red Sunrise</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Opal Fires are Gone</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Cumulus Cloud</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Sea Fog</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Partridge Island</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Tennyson Rock</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Of Beauty</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Undertow</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Glooscap</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Silas Tertius Rand</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Tireless Sea</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Veiled Presence</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Resistless Fate</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Sea Undine</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">To Emeline</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Cirrus Cloud</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Day and Night</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Under the Beeches</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Nightingale</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Loon</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Hepaticas</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">In the Mayflower Copse</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">June</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">An Inland Spruce</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Ghost Flower</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Annapolis Basin</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">In Autumn's Dreamy Ear</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Victor is He!</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">McMaster University</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Conduct</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">International Arbitration</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The House of God</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Ben Nachmani</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Renewal</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Christ</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Revelation</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Light at Eventide</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Ben Shalom</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Banishment</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Now are the Bridals of the Leafy Wood</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">May's Fairy Tale</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My Robin</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Elissa</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Humming-Bird</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Hepatica</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The White Rose.—(At ——'s Grave)</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The War Hercules</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">In the Cool of the Day</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Beauty</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Dragonfly</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Deathless</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">A Dream</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Nature</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">"I Am"</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Glad Golden Year</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Tetrapla</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Fairy Glen</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">In City Streets</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Bay of Fundy</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">At the Look-off.—(Partridge Island)</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Stormy Petrel</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Oblivion</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Sea Music</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Summer Fog</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Arethusa</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Dian and Fundy.—(Designs for a Time-Piece)</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">The Old Fisher's Song</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Nora Lee</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">To W</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Marie Depure</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">"By the Love."—An Easter Idyll</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><i>Notes</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td></tr> -</table></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="AT_MINAS_BASIN" id="AT_MINAS_BASIN">AT MINAS BASIN.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">About the buried feet of Blomidon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Red-breasted sphinx with crown of grey and green,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tides of Minas swirl,—their veilëd queen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fleet-oared from far by galleys of the sun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tidal breeze blows its divinest gale!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The blue air winks with life like beaded wine!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Storied of Glooscap, of Evangeline—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each to the setting sun this sea did sail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Opulent day has poured its living gold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till all the west is belt with crimson bars,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now darkness lights its silver moon and stars,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The festal beauty of the world new-old.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Facing the dawn, in vigil that ne'er sleeps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sphinx the secret of the Basin keeps.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="THE_RAIN_CLOUD" id="THE_RAIN_CLOUD">THE RAIN CLOUD.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Swift changed to storm tones is the golden air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shut the heavens with the descending veil<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of cloud,—here warm and brown, there cold and pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">White-veined with sudden fire and red with glare.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now falls the twisted rain, like unbound hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dusking the wooded hills and mountain trail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now, marshalled by the trumpets of the gale,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweeps wide with level lances to their blare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O rain cloud, minister of cooling dew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To waiting harvests sheathed in mystery,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bearer of blessed balms for fevered ills!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy rending veil breaks on the holiest blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All quick and palpitant as angels see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And God's smile falls upon the breathing hills.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="THE_ROSE" id="THE_ROSE">THE ROSE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Five-petaled splendor set in hillside place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Parent of queenly sisterhood that stir<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To every garden wind, and swift confer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Attar to pour from out each precious vase!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Symbol of secrecy to Latin race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Virtue and blood to York and Lancaster,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy tint <i>de Pompadour</i> sweet arts transfer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Sevres', and erst "rose noble" bore thy grace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To me thou art the glow of secret heat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That burneth at the heart of day and night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An odorous flush of beauty without blame,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love's oriel wherethrough my eyes discreet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May look far in beyond the outward sight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, unconsumëd, see His fiery flame.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="A_WILLOW_AT_GRAND_PRE" id="A_WILLOW_AT_GRAND_PRE">A WILLOW AT GRAND PRÉ.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fitful rustle of thy sea-green leaves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tells of the homeward tide, and free-blown air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upturns thy gleaming leafage like a share,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A silvery foam thy bosom, as it heaves!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O peasant tree, the regal Bay doth bare<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its throbbing breast to ebbs and floods—and grieves!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O slender fronds, pale as a moonbeam weaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Joy woke your strain that trembles to despair!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Willow of Normandy, say, do the birds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Motherland plain in thy sea-chant low,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or voice of those who brought thee in the ships<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tidal vales of Acadie?—Vain words!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grief unassuaged makes moan that Gaspereau<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bore on its flood the fleet with iron lips!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="THE_BOWING_DYKE" id="THE_BOWING_DYKE">THE BOWING DYKE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sea-widowed lands more fair than Tantramar!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Winter's green providence in July's sun!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The clattering steel till all was over and done,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flashed on thy breast from dawn to evening star.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon herds of sweet-breathed kine of sere Canard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose eager hoofs the hasting morn outrun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sea of lush clover aftermath has won,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And golden-girdled bees anear and far.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lo, as the harvest moon comes up the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her shield of argent mellowed to the rim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The phantom of the buried tide doth flow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And without noise of wave or sea-bird's cry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fills all thy ancient channels to the brim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy levels of a thousand years ago!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="LOVES_IMMANENCE" id="LOVES_IMMANENCE">LOVE'S IMMANENCE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I watch the cloud soft-poised in upper air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And feel a presence bodied in its folds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wind in dark and shine a voice aye holds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The noontide forest listens to my prayer.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trampling seas with rumbling chariots bear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Significant behests in heats and colds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Urim fire throbs intense on barren wolds—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The crystal globëd dew-drops Love declare!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The silence of the wheeling heavens by night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By day, is but the pealing anthem sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beyond the pitch of my dull ears to hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While veiling shadows are the excess of light<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That marks the goings of His power so near,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hides Love's regal presence on His seat.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="MYSTERY" id="MYSTERY">MYSTERY.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O veiled enchantress of my days and nights,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That in sweet wonder's realm of witchery<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To fairer visions ever beckons me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou'st left the valleys for the rugged heights!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gladsome youth, the hill of thy delights<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Winged my lithe spirit to speed after thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But now, come down, close-veilëd Mystery,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The garish sun but withers and affrights.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I feel thy charm, shy and elusive one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As in the gleaming springtide of my life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose zest was all thy unattained pursuit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still flit before me till the race is run,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when with doubt the common day is rife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy wonder-wand set thick with flower and fruit.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="THE_NIGHT-FISHER" id="THE_NIGHT-FISHER">THE NIGHT-FISHER.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grey liegeman of sundown and dawn, who chides<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a lone song the ocean-murmuring trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I haste with thee at dusk to stalk the seas<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where feed the finny flocks of shepherding tides.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O wild the pulses beat as round us glides<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tidal spirit, like a midnight breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Burdened with moan of life-and-death decrees,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The deep night's tide-line pacing with our strides!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">More weird than winkings of the ruddy Mars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These flitting gleams and breaths of hell and heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Searching the shadowy folds 'twixt peace and dread!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor dreamed I such solemnities did leaven<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Life's daily meal and league its dole of bread<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With unseen forces vaster than the stars'.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="A_DEEP-SEA_SHELL" id="A_DEEP-SEA_SHELL">A DEEP-SEA SHELL.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">[GEORGE V. DEARBORN.]</p> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Arrived from out abysmal deeps of brine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A regal splendor glows within thy whorl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like pomp of rosy morn in shimmering pearl.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Surely "the hand that made thee is divine"!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, why so richly dight for beauty's shrine?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No eye can feast on walls of gemmëd burl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far down the overwhelming rush and swirl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of awful wastes scarce plumbed of fathom-line!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fit for the palace of high seneschal!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inlaid with colors which the Tyrian King<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Vain sought to rival on his royal scroll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And echoing yet the ocean's trembling string:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Methinks the Master wrought this ivory hall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To please the love of beauty in His soul.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="A_RED_SUNRISE" id="A_RED_SUNRISE">A RED SUNRISE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The naked Bay its silver notes is telling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweeter than flute or harp or singing bird,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beatings of rosy rhythm in winsome word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of lilting song are softly shoreward welling:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anear and far the ruddy waters swelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In laughter-peals around the fair earth heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thrill swift the home-bound keels so long unstirred—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The kiss of day the weary wings compelling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beware the elfin bugles sounding clear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As glows morn's pallid ash to crimson flame<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And makes a bloody dazzle of the waves!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere burn the embers in the west all blear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The deep shall thunder its awful chant of fame<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O'er noble hearts gone down to wandering graves.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_OPAL_FIRES_ARE_GONE" id="THE_OPAL_FIRES_ARE_GONE">THE OPAL FIRES ARE GONE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The opal fires are gone, and but a stain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of day yet lingers as the sudden night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With swift cloud blots the crouching hills from sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the far sea moans deep in ominous pain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah me, it is the swart-winged hurricane!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The furious tide in elemental fight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is lashing fierce and hoar with giant might,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bleeding shores the tale shall tell the main!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brave sailor, reeling in thy storm-drunk bark,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blinded by sheeted rain blown tempest-wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And vexed with roaring darkness round about!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heaven-sent vision fair of wife and child<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Calm seated at love's hearth, with face ahark,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Makes thee divine amid the awful rout.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_CUMULUS_CLOUD" id="THE_CUMULUS_CLOUD">THE CUMULUS CLOUD.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mountains of heaven, in stainless white ye shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Islanded in calm of pearl- and sapphire-blue!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pillared heights are lifted into view<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In spectral power reposeful as divine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A timeless peace abides in every line<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft moulded from the quarries of the dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet fateful fire the inmost heart throbs through,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thunder slumbers in the brows benign.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Paling before the massive whiteness there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The faltering moon comes up the waiting night;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The faithful stars, like folded lilies, sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till Love's wide wonder of the lullëd air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Melts with its rose-tipt crests in azure deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sets the skyey plains abloom with light.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="SEA_FOG" id="SEA_FOG">SEA FOG.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here danced an hour ago a sapphire sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now, airy nothingness, wan spaces vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pale draperies of the formless fog o'ercast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wreathëd waters grey with mystery!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ship glides like a phantom silently,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As screams the white-winged gull before the mast;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Weird elemental shapes go flitting past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which loom as giant ghosts above the quay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The vapor lifts! Again the sea gleams bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The heavens have hid within their chambers far<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cloud-stuff of gossamer, from which are spun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-morrow's skyey pomps inwove with light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The belted splendors for the rising sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rosy curtains for the evening star.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="PARTRIDGE_ISLAND" id="PARTRIDGE_ISLAND">PARTRIDGE ISLAND.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The title deeds of these rich shores are thine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By age,—thine, too, by succor and defence;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere they were kissed by winds, or waves beat thence,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy breast of beauty broke the beating brine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All hail, fair Isle, first born! Thy jeweled shrine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is worn by pilgrim feet; thy firgroves dense,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Peopled with Hamadryads, cheat the sense<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With frolic fays and all the rosy Nine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These younglings—Gilbert's Cliff, and Sharp, and Split,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bold Silver Crag, the Islands Five, and Two,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And broad-browed Blomidon—the Basin's Ben,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When comes the witchery of fog-wreathed view,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each robed in richest hues, with curtsies fit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sails in and out the circle of thy ken.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="TENNYSON_ROCK" id="TENNYSON_ROCK">TENNYSON ROCK.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Majestic, awesome and inspiring mock,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sculptured by frost and sun and bitter brine!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has nature sympathy with men divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To carve remembrance in colossal rock?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Circled by voices of the sea-god's flock,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deep calm is his, aloofness of the pine,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As when he waited his great Pilot's sign<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere he embarked from out earth's sheltered loch.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O seer and Englishman, our answering hearts<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leapt at thy words of empire! Sure 'tis meet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In "that true North" thy form should front the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Howe, McDonald, Tupper played their parts<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At statecraft, gath'ring at Old England's feet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our Pleiad State,—one flag, one destiny.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="OF_BEAUTY" id="OF_BEAUTY">OF BEAUTY.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The convoluted wave, God's first sea-shell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upgathers now the deep's great harmonies;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the far blue an Alp-like cloud doth well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Baring its azured peaks to the heavenlies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My spirit's outward bound, hath liberty!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Earnest as rising flame its young love burns<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To catch the awesome gladness flowing free<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O'er earth and sky as Beauty's face upturns.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O naught is great without thy effluence!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In curving billow's culminating sweep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In mountain heights, the strength of grace is seen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Essence divine, of God-like competence,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Reposeful in the heart of things as sleep!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Robed in the purple, sceptred, throned a queen!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_UNDERTOW" id="THE_UNDERTOW">THE UNDERTOW.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">[B. B. D.]</p> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O'er all the shining levels of the beach<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tide outpours its hissing, foaming brine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While with the primal surge the winds combine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To press the eager waves to utmost reach.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See yon brave billow, rising from the pleach<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of seething waters, with a might divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its sinews wrought in beauty's flowing line,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leap forward now to make the age-sought breach!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lo, as the cresting plume is seen aloft,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The footing of its strength on sudden slips<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all is whelmed in thunderous recoils!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, tragedy of lusty life! How oft<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some high emprise a soul divinely grips,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But as it crests fate's undertow despoils!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="GLOOSCAP" id="GLOOSCAP">GLOOSCAP.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dim name, yet grand, that ever winks serene<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the red fagot's light, and like a ghost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hovers above these raucous tides, this coast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wreathing weird webs of arrowy salts and keen!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the black blue night's unrollëd screen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The loon is calling to the fiery host,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet no answer comes to keep thy boast,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far years their mellow thunders roll between.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Divinest of the red man's race and name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fulness of Hiawatha's dawning day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Giver of laws, priest, prophet, all confest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou'lt come again, appeased thy wrath and shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy speed in all thy limbs, up yonder Bay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In white canoe from out the naked west.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="SILAS_TERTIUS_RAND" id="SILAS_TERTIUS_RAND">SILAS TERTIUS RAND.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oft did thy spell enthrall me, spite the cost!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou brought'st a charmed and fadeless holiday—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stories and songs and Indian epic lay—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whene'er thy eager step the threshold crost.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imagination all its plumes uptost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To follow where thy spirit led the way!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(The sense that thou saw'st God when thou didst pray<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I never through the dimming years have lost.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair Minas' shores thy step did gladden, too!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou charm'dst great Glooscap from the unlettered past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And told'st his story to the listener nigh'st;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ay, lover of song, of learnëd lore and vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou lov'dst the Indian with a love so true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his sweet tongue thou gavest him the Christ.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_TIRELESS_SEA" id="THE_TIRELESS_SEA">THE TIRELESS SEA.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Age after age the tireless sea doth fling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its serried waves against this frowning rock,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Whose base has known a thousand years of shock,)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shouts its purpose to its floor to bring.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High up and landward now the ravens wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On trees sure-rooted inland nests the hawk;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Instinct of doom! for here swift ships shall dock,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And give of east and west, and commerce sing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Warriors of truth, unwearied host of God,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who, like the deep, march to the signs of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Thus saith the Lord" your cry, count not the years!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grey superstition's crumbling front shall nod<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the iteration of your steven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And God's sweet love flood all the place of tears.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_VEILED_PRESENCE" id="THE_VEILED_PRESENCE">THE VEILED PRESENCE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An ashen grey touched faint my night-dark room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I flung my window wide to the whispering lawn—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Great God! I saw Thy mighty globe from gloom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roll with its sleeping millions to the dawn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No tremor spoke its motion swift and vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In hush it swept the awful curve adown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The shadow that its rushing speed did cast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Concealed the Father's hand, the Kingly crown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Into the deeps an age has passed since then,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet evermore for me, more humble grown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The vision of His awesome presence veiled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Burns in the flying spheres, still all unknown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In nature's mist-immantled seas unsailed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in the deeper shadowed hearts of men.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="RESISTLESS_FATE" id="RESISTLESS_FATE">RESISTLESS FATE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Resistless fate and iron destiny<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are writ upon the tide—its branded mark.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It comes and goes heedless of wind or bark,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nature's untamed and tameless energy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So rolls the cycle of eternity,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Days, months, and years—faint shadows on the arc<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Within our human ken—rush from the dark<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And speed return as God's own mystery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I on this tide-beat shore, and clutching time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Marvel of what account my selfhood's will,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Gainst timeless might time's impotence is laid!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through my inmost soul, as at the prime,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A voice from out the awesome vast doth thrill:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"O man, thou art in God's own image made!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_SEA_UNDINE" id="THE_SEA_UNDINE">THE SEA UNDINE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Exquisite thing soft cradled by the tide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sprung not from lathe or wheel or human wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wonder of whorls which touch the infinite,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shallop that waits a brave undine's white bride!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within, the smooth and sheeny walls are dyed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the pure pink of autumn dawns alit;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without, with stories of the deep o'er-writ,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How fairy slight the thunderous seas to ride!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The massy tides gride over reef and ledge,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sudden waves from fell Euroclydon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dash to swift death the sailor in the Bay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this, all lipt with pearl, and on the edge<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of doom—the fingers of a babe might slay—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sleeps in the stressful surge at Blomidon.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="TO_EMELINE" id="TO_EMELINE">TO EMELINE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In white-spruce bower, with outlook on the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kingcups and daisies dancing down the slope,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And broad-winged ships, world-messengers of hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Furling their plumes or lifting them all free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To catch the skyey airs—here 'tis that we<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oft watch the fringes of the tide, where ope<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The swinging doors through which all blind-fold grope<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The muffled waves of shoreless mystery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The touch of two vast worlds is on us now.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our spirits hear the ebb and flow unseen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of swift commingling tides of far and near,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The low sweet murmur of the early vow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Commerce of life's strange sea, on wing between,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And folding plumes arrived the heavenly pier.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_CIRRUS_CLOUD" id="THE_CIRRUS_CLOUD">THE CIRRUS CLOUD.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou hast the secret of the fiery dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Variety and number infinite<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are vestured in thy wavy flakes of white,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of distance and of space thou hast the clue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aloof from vapory clouds that fume and spue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lifting thyself victorious in fight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into the far repose of zonëd light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou strivest to attain nirvâna-blue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mottled, or plumed, or ribbed, or ripple-barred,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Encamped upon the unfenced fields of space,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unsullied are thy tents cool-washed in air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when morn's bugle blows, or sky's new-starred,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy cohorts wait day's coming, parting face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like flocks of rosy angels drifting there.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="DAY_AND_NIGHT" id="DAY_AND_NIGHT">DAY AND NIGHT.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And so the strife goes on from age to age,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In ceaseless round of victory and defeat:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Young Day comes forth, sun-clad, with shining feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In beauteous pomp, and throws his battle-gage.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grim ancient Night, distraught and blind with rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Twanging her dreadful bow, flies in retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wrapt round with raven darkness as a sheet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till from the east she may the duel wage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So Night, pursuing wounded Day, takes breath<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To find his blood-stained mantle in the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dusks it o'er with plumëd shafts of death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Secure beneath the horizon's verge, in wrath<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He wings a Parthian arrow back his path,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dyes with crimson Ethiop's jeweled vest.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="UNDER_THE_BEECHES" id="UNDER_THE_BEECHES">UNDER THE BEECHES.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sibyl's speech breaks from these leafen lips,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Moved by soft airs from shadowy spaces blown:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"We rear these giant boles amid eclipse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We workmen die, the work abides alone."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The day has met the night beneath the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the hot earth put off its robe of flame;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet peace and rest come with the night-bird's cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet rest and peace the herald stars proclaim.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis very heaven to taste the wells of sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The founts of supersensuous repose!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sibyl's rune still murmurs on the breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The purple night falls thick about the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And blessed stars, like lilies white and rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Burst into bloom on heaven's far azure deep.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_NIGHTINGALE" id="THE_NIGHTINGALE">THE NIGHTINGALE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O seraph bird who on God's altar-stairs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dost ring, in showers of silver peals, thy bells<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of song that ceaseless flows like dropping-wells,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sprinkles all the dusk with holy prayers!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O welkin glad, shot through and through with song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As upward springs the spirit tipt with flame!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Tis not to Itys dead nor Dian's shame<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These joy-pangs, with their hint of tears, belong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The life which pulses in the bursting year<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A thousand choirs hymn on the sunlit globe;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But, lest the living flame to ashes turn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou, in the voiceless night, O priestly seer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Interpreter of nature, tak'st thy robe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fill'st with vocal fire the sacred urn.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_LOON" id="THE_LOON">THE LOON.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Neath northern skies thou hid'st thy punctual nest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By crystal waters in their lonely play,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Meeting the challenge with which instant day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And night thy chariness and courage test.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half bird, half spirit!—O elusive quest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That thinks thy dappled mould but common clay!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou wak'st with demon laughter Ha Ha Bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Art soul of solitariness, unblest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Flash of pure wildness on dusk Saguenay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Awareness of wild nature's subtle breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Freight and athrill with weirdsome life, yet gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou cleav'st the deluge dense, a wingëd jest!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That rallying mock and jeer's an impish mark—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The echo of thy flout of Noah's ark!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="HEPATICAS" id="HEPATICAS">HEPATICAS.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A shining troop of cherubs just alit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the low-bending skies,—child faces sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upturned and open to our human greet,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fresh from the gladsome fount of life emit!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heralds of spring, forewinging, as ye flit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The garland seasons with their sheaves of wheat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to all listening ears Christ's words repeat:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Man shall not live by bread alone, 'tis writ"!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Evangelists fair of the new-made year,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This news from God, forgot, blow everywhere,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fill the hollow sky, the haunting air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till from His loving mouth, as sphere to sphere,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man knows the beautiful, the good, the true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Divinest manna dipt in heavenly dew!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="IN_THE_MAYFLOWER_COPSE" id="IN_THE_MAYFLOWER_COPSE">IN THE MAYFLOWER COPSE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With gladsome note the robin debonair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heralds bright May. Pale sky and earth-stained snow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Warm at the touch of south winds as they blow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their wafts of life through winter's lingering air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hid, like some laughing child, shy Mayflower fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the leafy shield, with face aglow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy pearly self the coy spring's first tableau,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Come to the day and yield thy fragrance rare!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah me! while thrushes pipe and plumy winds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fan northward all their balmy fervors sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And groves are misty with the reddening bud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gentle spirit from the past unbinds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The peace of Lethe, and with quickening beat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stirs to divine unrest my fevered blood.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="JUNE" id="JUNE">JUNE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now weave the winds to music of June's lyre<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their bowers of cloud whence odorous blooms are flung<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far down the dells and cedarn vales among,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">See, lowly plains, sky-touched, to heaven aspire!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now flash the golden robin's plumes with fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bobolink is bubbling o'er with song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And leafy trees, Æolian harps new-strung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Murmur far notes blown from some starry choir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My heart thrills like the wilding sap to flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And leaps as a swoln brook in summer rain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Past meadows green to the great sea untold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O month divine, all fresh with falling showers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Waft, waft from open heaven thy balm for pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Life and sweet Earth are young, God grows not old!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="AN_INLAND_SPRUCE" id="AN_INLAND_SPRUCE">AN INLAND SPRUCE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Peasant of northern forests, humble tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kirtled and frocked in all-year homespun green,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lacking not among thy kind the mien<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of such as bear the white sails gallantly!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Magician thou! Thy full-breathed symphony<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of spacious dream dissolves the walls between<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Me now and nature's organ-voicëd queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The multitudinous ongoing sea!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sheeny garb from thy tall shoulders hung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Making thy spiry form like vase antique<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For resinous balms of frankincense and myrrh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And round the bearded skirts the drowsy purr<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of life, and murmurings of thy sea-harp strung,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Touch thee to kinship fine with Celt and Greek.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_GHOST_FLOWER" id="THE_GHOST_FLOWER">THE GHOST FLOWER.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like Israel's seer I come from out the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Confronting with the question air and sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Why dost thou bring me up?</i> White ghost am I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of that which was God's beauty at its birth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In eld the sun kissed me to ruby red,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I held my chalice up to heaven's full view,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wistful stars dropt down their golden dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And skyey balms exhaled about my bed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas, I loved the darkness, not the light!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The deadly shadows, not the bending blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spoke to my trancëd heart, made false seem true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drowned my spirit in the deeps of night.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O Painter of the flowers, O God most sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Dost say my spirit for the light is meet?</i><br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="ANNAPOLIS_BASIN" id="ANNAPOLIS_BASIN">ANNAPOLIS BASIN.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The full-fed crystal streams from east and west<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And south, thy rich-wrought cup filled to the brim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till where the northern star soft gilds the rim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy waters, called, o'erbroke at love's behest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O to have seen thy cataract's white breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rifted with ruth through the lone centuries dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For toiling Fundy's wooing tide—for him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To blend thy sylvan calm with world unrest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far floods thy bridal brought, fair lake, brave sea!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And late, the wingëd ships—Champlain, De Monts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With Poutrincourt, and sequent games of war.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy marge, now crowned with peaceful husbandry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And set with England's rose where bloomed <i>fleur d'or</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still croons all day love's wedded tidal song.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="IN_AUTUMNS_DREAMY_EAR" id="IN_AUTUMNS_DREAMY_EAR">IN AUTUMN'S DREAMY EAR.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In autumn's dreamy ear, as suns go by<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose yellow beams are dulled with languorous motes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The deep vibrations of the cosmic notes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are as the voice of those that prophesy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her spirit kindles, and her filmy eye!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In haste the fluttering robe, whose glory floats<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In pictured folds, her eager soul devotes—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lo, she with her winged harper sweeps the sky!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Splendors of blossomed time, like poppies red,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Distil dull slumbers o'er the engagëd soul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thrall with sensuous pomp its azured dower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till, roused by vibrant touch from the unseen Power,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The spirit keen, freed from the painted dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On wings mounts up to reach its living Goal.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="VICTOR_IS_HE" id="VICTOR_IS_HE">VICTOR IS HE!</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Victor is he whose tremulous soul the notes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of starry spaces hears, their far appeal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cries "Amen!" and sets thereto the seal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With which winged aspiration life devotes!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That seal rays golden flame, and bright connotes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The transmutation through the spirit's zeal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of earthly passions to the high anneal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That rings the harmony that heavenward floats.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While other triremes vain withstood the guile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The lyric prow of Orpheus easeful past<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In gladsome scorn's disdain the Sirens' Isle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And proud Calliope o'er each black mast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whispered her thrilling taunt in ears of pain:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"I taught my Thracian boy a heavenlier strain!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="McMASTER_UNIVERSITY" id="McMASTER_UNIVERSITY">McMASTER UNIVERSITY.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As some grey captain of a merchantship,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose prosperous voyage o'er the watery strife<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has large concern for all, knows that his wife<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Waits his home-coming up the horizon's dip<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With holier heart than crowds that throng the slip,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So He well knew, thou—flower-elect of life!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chosen from out a clamor of voices rife—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Waitedst his voyage o'er with prayerful lip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair Bride, forget him not through circling years!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But with a Christ-like love, deep as unfeigned<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Surpassing that of commerce or of state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With holy hands thy dower devote with tears<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of gratitude and loyal heart unstained;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy sacred vow perform with soul elate.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="CONDUCT" id="CONDUCT">CONDUCT.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nay, Arnold, not "three-fourths" but all "of life"!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ethic spirit that makes conduct so,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Slays all mythologies and witchcrafts, lo,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">False sciences as well, with ruthless knife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest intercourse of human souls be rife<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With demi-gods and unclean things below,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And work corruption at the founts that flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From hearts of fellowmen in loving strife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That spirit more than science is the hope<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of man's uplifting, and doth knowledge make<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Servant of individual, social worth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not truth for truth's own sake, as tense we cope<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With life, but rather truth for love's own sake<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Calls forth heaven's plaudit round the girdled earth.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="INTERNATIONAL_ARBITRATION" id="INTERNATIONAL_ARBITRATION">INTERNATIONAL ARBITRATION.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Boom, boom, ye mellow joy-bells, like the sea!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Peace, peace on earth, good-will! (and all hell gapes!)—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet immemorial sadness ever drapes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The upward way of far humanity:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All prone through dark and strait Gethsemane<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou cam'st in blood, a cluster of trod grapes!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O bruisëd race, whose wail so surgeful shapes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Melodious sorrow's awful threnody!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Late, late, love's Areopagus unfurled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Right-reason's sun-glad banner from the height,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While rage the Furies in their cave beneath!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hush, hush, it is the daybreak of the world!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man's warring sky is passing out of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stark black demons flit with sword in sheath.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_HOUSE_OF_GOD" id="THE_HOUSE_OF_GOD">THE HOUSE OF GOD.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">[G. A. G.]</p> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No finished castle is the house of God.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The mind of Christ, supremest Architect,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man's puny apprehension doth correct<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From age to age, and turns afresh the sod.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vast historic temple now is trod<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Neath loftier roof and heavenlier aspéct;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">New light, new need, revealed, each ripe defect<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Goes down beneath man's feet diviner shod.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas, humanity no more can grasp<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of thought of the divine Artificer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than holds of ocean crinkled shell on beach!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet His unfolding plan in vital clasp<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Possess, O human soul, amid the stir<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of speeding worlds Love's flying-goal to reach!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BEN_NACHMANI" id="BEN_NACHMANI">BEN NACHMANI.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O the brightness, clearness, beauty of heaven!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seer Ben Nachmani," Rabbi Levi said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Of the Hagada Master thou of seven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would that I knew whence Light, its fountainhead?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Master whispered in the Rabbi's ear:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"The Holy One, blessëd be He, in white<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Himself doth robe, and then the whole world clear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In beauty glows with His majestic light."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sayest thou so? That's word for word the psalm:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'The light Thy garment is which Thou dost wear.'<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou tell'st it here a secret 'neath the palm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O Master thou of seven with whitened hair!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>And softer fell the Master's whispered word:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>"I heard it this; O Rabbi, hast thou heard?"</i><br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="RENEWAL" id="RENEWAL">RENEWAL.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the old days Vannucci, color-dowered,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lit up young eyes with vision large and pure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That gathered in its iris-glow the lure<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of sea and sky, and beauty earth-embowered;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Rafael Santi on the master showered<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rich-hued passion of his soul, secure<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In art that should for evermore endure,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But as he wrought his vision was defloured.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For sake of art divine a seer bright-stoled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose eyes had drunk the steadfast splendors true<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of sacred gems, this precious secret told:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Oft sight of these doth color-sense renew!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ah thus, true soul assoiled of life, thou ey'st,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Mid thy enduring work, the quickening Christ!</i><br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_CHRIST" id="THE_CHRIST">THE CHRIST.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The noonday Truth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In its sevenfold beam,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is the Christ, sandal-shod;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yea, the Truth in warm gleam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of color and shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both of age and of youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As on life's plains and wolds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His soul's prism unfolds<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The white thought of God,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In human passion divine.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="REVELATION" id="REVELATION">REVELATION.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As rising waves, rich jeweled by the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In movement link their brilliants each to each,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And flash their glories in one crest of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E'en so, unveiling, the Eternal One<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Did shew Himself by signs and glimmering speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then flashed in Christ His love-lit glory bright.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LIGHT_AT_EVENTIDE" id="LIGHT_AT_EVENTIDE">LIGHT AT EVENTIDE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through skies of molten gold and green the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Floats with its cloud-wake o'er the glowing rim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of closing day; the same horizon brim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glows green and gold with a glad day begun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So closes life's full day, its guerdon won,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To those whose trustful souls are joined to Him—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The world's great Light—whose hand the splendors limn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At once of breaking day and day that's done.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="BEN_SHALOM" id="BEN_SHALOM">BEN SHALOM.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ben Shalom read one night from out a roll:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Vessel of honor, consecrate ('O soul!')<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prepared for every worthy work, and meet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the Master's use!" And finger on scroll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He prayed aloud: "Make me his silvern bowl!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! Emeth at his side, God's angel fleet:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yea, in His mansion here; and when unfold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The everlasting doors, chalice of gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brimming with His great love—heaven's vintage sweet!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BANISHMENT" id="BANISHMENT">BANISHMENT.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As tiptoe dawn extinguished all the stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There lay on a fevered flower the cooling dew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full soon the scornful sun, with white heat glare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forever bade the offending thing from view;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But as day closed, it outshone flaming Mars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or wheeling splendors of the Northern Bear.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="NOW_ARE_THE_BRIDALS_OF_THE" id="NOW_ARE_THE_BRIDALS_OF_THE">NOW ARE THE BRIDALS OF THE -LEAFY WOOD.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now are the bridals of the leafy wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O'er dusky brooks the golden sunbars fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Birds fan the moonbeams in the balmy dark—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look me! the banners of the holy rood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shake in the battle's roar; sweet duty's call<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wings all my spirit like a soaring lark.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="MAYS_FAIRY_TALE" id="MAYS_FAIRY_TALE">MAY'S FAIRY TALE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Under the yellow chestnut tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children played right merrily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From leafy gold came pattering down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prickly burs with nuts of brown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I do believe," said bright-eyed May,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"We're pelted by some startled fay!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For fairies love no tree so well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As chestnut broad in which to dwell."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Tell us a fairy tale," they said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A fairy tale," they eager pled,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"About the fairies of to-day!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And circled round the wise-eyed May.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With air of one who tells new truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gentle May, with touch of ruth,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This tale of Elfland sweetly told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While all stood deep in autumn's gold:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Long, long ago the fairies found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their homes in flowers on the ground.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The buttercups were full of them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pansies sparkled like a gem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But fields by men were often mown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowers were plucked as soon as grown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus without tents to shed cold dews,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pixies lost their brilliant hues.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their kirtles green and mantles gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were crushed and torn and smeared with mould.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(You should have seen Mab's ermine cape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draggled in muck till black as crape!)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last, his gossamer hammocks gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their daylight king, bright Oberon,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Who could not find two crimson heads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of clover strung with spider-webs)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Mab, the moonlight queen of elves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took solemn counsel with themselves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Twas in the early summer days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They met at twilight all the fays,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Under a grove with fronded plumes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose trees were white with spikes of blooms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With elfin lance of wild-bee sting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood Oberon, at the outer ring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His knights each wore upon his breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A firefly lamp in beetle's vest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With glow-worm crown of greenish light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sitting her fairy palfrey white,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The queen, by wave of saffron brand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hushed into silence fairyland.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then with her sandaled foot she pricked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her wasp-sting spur (and palfrey kicked!)—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her moonbeam bridle firm in grip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She plied the silken milkweed whip,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And rode straight up the waiting tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And out each branch its blooms to see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Mab (her own and palfrey's wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of gauzy blue outspread) the rings<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of wistful pixies leapt into,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sitting erect her horse so true,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In silvery laughter broke each fay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like silvery tinkling brook in May.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Waving her saffron brand, she said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Fairies! your future home and bed!'<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And pointed up the flower-lit tree,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thither they swarmed as swarms the bee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In turn each bole and fronded roof<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was trod by Elf-queen palfrey's hoof,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till fays who bore the flame-wood lamp,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swung in their peaceful airy camp.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That was a chestnut grove they found!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as the sunny spring comes round,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Queen Mab, when shines the silver moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And elfin bugles blow in tune,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still rides high up each chestnut tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fays may know where safe they'll be,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And golden-belted Oberon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swing in his hammock like a Don,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For palfrey prints his tiny shoe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On every branch that's wet with dew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My story's told, now for our play!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And is the story true, O May?"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With air of one who knows the truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sweet-eyed May, tall for her youth,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The overhanging branch down drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shewed the prints of palfrey's shoe—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And laughing said: "Now you all see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why it is called <i>Horse</i>-Chestnut tree."<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="MY_ROBIN" id="MY_ROBIN">MY ROBIN.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">[B. B. D.]</p> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the very dawn of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My robin from the hill flies down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from the fence across the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With black cap on his handsome head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And slatish cloak and vest of red,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He calls me from my easeful bed:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Dear <i>up</i>, dear <i>up</i>, dear!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cheer up, cheer up, cheer!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Constant as the coming morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He leaves his green fir copse to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I will greet his breezy horn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And share his joy that day is here<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To shimmer the sea, the fog to clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yellow the corn of the hasting year:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Dear <i>up</i>, dear <i>up</i>, dear!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cheer up, cheer up, cheer!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah robin, so debonair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So glad of the darkness gone away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So heedful of this heart of care,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet to me is your roundelay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Born of a spirit so tender, so gay,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let me join you in duet for aye!<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Dear up, dear up, dear!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Cheer up, cheer up, cheer!</i><br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="ELISSA" id="ELISSA">ELISSA.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I hold my secret fast!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sunset I watch, and dawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wait the white moonbeam cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pall of night down-drawn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then in the ebon dark<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I whisper to myself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While every sense doth hark<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lest blade, or leaf, or elf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should catch the trembling word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the listening air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be to its utmost stirred,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The giddy world aware!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The willow heedful is,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the titmouse peers at me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The kingcups nod and quiz<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With an air of mystery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But no one knows at all—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I hold my secret fast!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wizard loon may call<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till night be overpast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Troops of bright eyes may smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The people look me o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The parson turn the stile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Friends tarry at the door!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I hold my secret fast!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sunset I watch, and dawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See the blue heavens o'ercast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pall of night down-drawn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then in raven dark<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I whisper to myself,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My whitest soul ahark<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lest blade, or leaf, or elf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should hear the trembling word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the listening air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be to its farthest stirred,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rolling world aware<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_HUMMING-BIRD" id="THE_HUMMING-BIRD">THE HUMMING-BIRD.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thought-sudden presence<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Out of blank air—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Humming of wings!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here—a whisk and a flash!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sipping red balm there—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the silence sings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy will works its end<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In freedom complete,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deed flashing in sheen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forward or backward<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As easeful, as fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As a spirit unseen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Plumed gem all athrob,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy ruby throat burns<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As from the hot kiss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a heaven-smit soul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As it panteth and yearns,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In its rapture of bliss!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thing of beauty, of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bright wink of a day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When we'll be what we are—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freed of this garment's hem!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O soul, get thy wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Find the red balm for aye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Life of earth and of star!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flash with love, a live gem!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_HEPATICA" id="THE_HEPATICA">THE HEPATICA.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hail, first of the spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pearly sky-tinted thing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Touched with pencil of Him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who rollest the year!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lo, thy aureole rim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No painter may limn—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vision thou hast, and no fear!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair child of the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What fixes thy sight?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wide-open thy roll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the seal of the clod,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy heaven-writ scroll<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Glows, beautiful soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the shining of God!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou look'st into heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As surely as Stephen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So steadfast thy will is!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from earth's inglenook<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seest Christ of the lilies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And daffadowndillies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And catchest His look.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And a portion is mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rapt gazer divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From thy countenance given—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Angel bliss in thy face!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I've looked into heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As surely as Stephen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out of my place!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_WHITE_ROSE" id="THE_WHITE_ROSE">THE WHITE ROSE.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">(AT ——'S GRAVE.)</p> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rose pendent in calm of the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(A type of my holiest thought)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair substance and emblem in one,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet rose—sweet soul without spot!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweetness of beauty of God<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both over and under the sod.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each moulded in earth's cloud and shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">White fulness of being complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love's rose of beauty divine!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy past, but evolvings sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, moment of essence for aye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy future, eternity's day!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O rose in the mirror of time—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Calm image from under the sod—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O form of eternal prime,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All-peaceful beauty of God,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fulness of seventy times seven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made without hands, in the heaven!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What though thy time-garment fade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And vanish from out of my sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy beauty shall never know shade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the Chief of the sons of light—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Redeemed from under the sod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ravishing beauty of God!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_WAR_HERCULES" id="THE_WAR_HERCULES">THE WAR HERCULES.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Under Mount Œta<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The blue Artemisium,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flanked about with huge crags,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stilled its wild winter drum,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun turned aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sea nestled in calm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Zeus's wisdom of calm,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rude Hercules died!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A wine-glass of azure<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the breast of the bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caught up by the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiled on by the sun,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hope's halcyon ray!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kiss of love for a bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kiss of peace and of calm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Zeus's wisdom of calm,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wild Hercules died!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A nest and a home<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the wintry sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the blue Artemise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the rough country,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven set in the azure tide!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sea nestled in calm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Zeus's wisdom of calm,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fierce Hercules died!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O halcyon of rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet azure of peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brood thy sky-tinted eggs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fill the world with increase—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the sea's bosom ride!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now it nestles to calm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Zeus's wisdom of calm,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mad Hercules died!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>January, 1896.</i><br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="IN_THE_COOL_OF_THE_DAY" id="IN_THE_COOL_OF_THE_DAY">IN THE COOL OF THE DAY.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To him that hears the calling in the calm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, naked, feeds his soul at Wisdom's lip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bird, grove, and brook—God's voice in silver psalm—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are like a secret honeycomb adrip.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remote in thought from every living thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Silent the sage without his threshold sate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pondering the mysteries of Gyges' ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dreaming of timeless years and iron fate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The whirr of sudden wings his ear awoke,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A lark rose free in its grey singing robe.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O miracle of life," in speech he broke,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"A bird is greater than the solid globe!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But yesterday I saw a hillside grove<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose trunks were clad with lichens grey as frost;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At night a storm of rain and wind fierce drove,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each bole to-day in living green's embossed!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And so, I said, the clinging lives which make<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yearful and spectral those who yield them ruth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall, when o'er these the night in storm doth break,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wreathe them in freshness of immortal youth.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Adown the steep cliff's face I saw unurn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its waters full, a crystal brook to-day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silvery bubbles coursed each scar by turn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Safe as on a full-fed meadow stream in May.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I thought of that sweet Scripture Satan used<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To tempt the Christ, and knew it true they bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In woven hands our souls, else deadly bruised,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By hell thrust down some precipice's stair.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">V.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still at the breeze of day doth nature's God<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Forth in earth's paradisal bowers walk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of soul-freedom, Love's restoring rod,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And angel guardianship, He deigns to talk.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BEAUTY" id="BEAUTY">BEAUTY.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Had I two loaves of bread—ay, ay!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One would I sell and hyacinths buy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To feed my soul."—"Or let me die!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauty, dew-sweet, of heavenly birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy flower is writ of grief, not mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy rainbow's footed on the earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rainbows and hyacinths! O seers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your voices call across the years:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The bread of Beauty's wet with tears!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The living words from Beauty's mien,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than blade by swordsman swung more keen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spirit and soul divide between:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Pure as the sapphire-blue from blame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humble as glad, of holiest aim—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love's seven-fold beam a flashing flame!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It yearns me sore, so near, so far!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart moans like the harbor-bar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For coming of the morning star.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Buy hyacinths—a goodly share!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ascend, O soul, love's iris-stair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bridegroom waiteth for thee there!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_DRAGONFLY" id="THE_DRAGONFLY">THE DRAGONFLY.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Winged wonder of motion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In splendor of sheen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cruising the shining blue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waters all day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smit with hunger of heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seized of a quest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which nor beauty of flower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor promise of rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has charm to appease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or slacken or stay,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What is it you seek,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unopen, unseen?<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are you blind to the sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the heavens of blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the wind-fretted clouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On their white, airy wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the emerald grass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That velvets the lawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or glory of meadows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aflame like the dawn?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are you deaf to the note<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the woodland that rings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the song of the whitethroat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As crystal as dew?<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Winged wonder of motion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In splendor of sheen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stay, stay a brief moment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy hither and thither<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quick-beating wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy flashes of flight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell me thy heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it sad, is it light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it pulsing with fears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which scorch it and wither,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or joys that up-well<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a girdle of green?<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O breather of words<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poet of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I tremble with joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I flutter with fear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ages it seemeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet only to-day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into this world of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gold sunbeams at play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I came from the deeps.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O crystalline sphere!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O beauteous light!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O glory of life!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">V.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"On the watery floor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this sibilant lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lived in the twilight dim.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'There's a world of Day,'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some pled, 'a world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ether and wings athrob<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close over our head.'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'It's a dream, it's a whim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A whisper of reeds,' they said,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And anon the waters would sob,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ever the going<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went on to the dead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the glint of a ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the watchers watched<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their vanishing wake.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">VI.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The passing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Passed for aye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the waiting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waited in vain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some power seemed to enfold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tremulous waters around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet never in heat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor in shrivelling cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor darkness deep or grey,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came token of sound or touch,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A clear unquestioned 'Yea!'<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the scoffers scoffed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In swelling refrain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Let us eat and drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For to-morrow we die.'<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">VII.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But, O, in a trance of bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gauzy wings I awoke!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An ecstasy bore me away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er field and meadow and plain.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I thought not of recent pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But revelled, as splendors broke<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From sun and cloud and air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the eye of golden Day.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">VIII.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I'm yearning to break<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my fellows below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The secret of ages hoar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the quick-flashing light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dart up and down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forth and back, everywhere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the waters are sealed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a pavement of glass,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sealed that I may not pass.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O for waters of air!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or the wing of an eagle's might<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To cleave a pathway below!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IX.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the Dragonfly in splendor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cruises ever o'er the lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Holding in his heart a secret<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in vain he seeks to break.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="DEATHLESS" id="DEATHLESS">DEATHLESS.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The coy soul of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moving through its time-span,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unheeding of wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tastes the death of all things—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the flower and weed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the faint-voiced reed.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fair seasons roll<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For you and for me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The inhabiting soul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the flower and tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the day of each<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Born to be and to die,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No eternity-speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No eternity-cry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That pierces above,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor infinite thrill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the touch of Love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or the voice of His will—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From His fingers begot,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God-breathed it is not!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Twas a shy fair one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a beam of light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the clouded sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That rose to the sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the eye of emotion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the soul of the Greek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eternized the form;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And vision, devotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever fixt on the norm,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Type of beauty of flower,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of grove and of bower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deathless, unique!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not from pole unto pole<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is man's hunger of soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But eternity's set<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a deathless fret<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the heart of man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it beats the earth-span,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beating not from the sod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But an ongoing of God!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it listens for Him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over Time's flying rim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it sips, or it stings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A life from all things—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the flower and the weed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the faint-voiced reed.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="A_DREAM" id="A_DREAM">A DREAM.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I dreamed the Lord of Life was dead.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tremulous awe fell on the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Virtue had gone from out all things,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sun and rain were nothing worth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rude power seized the painted woods<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hurled their glory down the steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The landscape wrapt in cerements<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And left in death's eternal sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor bloom nor odor met the sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor wind-chant of the foliaged tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor grove of singing birds, nor psalm<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Borne from the ever-voiceful sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Color had fled the air and sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A stony stillness held the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Virtue had gone from out all things,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man's ebbing life was nothing worth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as I wept within my dream<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And knew my pulse of being slowed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sudden was aware of change—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A flush on pallid nature showed!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lo, heralds of the arriving year!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bugled flock beclangs the blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hyla pipes by willowed run,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The flashing swallow skims the dew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up from the rampike's ghastly arms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gold-shaft high-hole's challenge floats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While greening hill and valley laugh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shore breaks out in pæan notes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in my dream I leapt for joy—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"'Twas but an awful dream," I said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The Lord of Life, for evermore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He lives—'twas once for all He bled!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And waked from sleep by beating heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I heard the first red robin sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And knew that once again had come<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fresh from the life of God the spring.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="NATURE" id="NATURE">NATURE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The large, far intent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the Kingly One<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is only begun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In rearing the tent;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To nurture a soul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is the shining goal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Keen science speaketh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A word clear and fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"The carbon in air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The young oak seeketh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the greening years,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lo, a giant appears!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Shelter and warmth, see!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Here final cause<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of nature's wise laws;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the breath of the tree<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is life unto man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lengthens his span.'<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the Chemist who moves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The atoms in dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His all-seeing glance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By His working proves,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From far-off to nigher,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feeds life that is higher.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From blade to full ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From acorn to beam,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unfoldings of dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Linkëd series of cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Evolvings of grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shadows bright of His face!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet procession and slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Every step of the way<br /></span> -<span class="i2">More precious each day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the starlit airs blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wake emotion that sleeps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stir the fount of the deeps.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O heaven's own fact<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Eternal, that beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the sword on duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hangs silent on act<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of nature forever,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soul and body together!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nature, series divine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of act and of word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From God's mouth seen or heard!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thou bring'st bread and wine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I hear thy deep tone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"O not these alone!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All-divine unity!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Writes the heaven-touched mind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Responsive, once blind:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All-divine harmony!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Emotion's attest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the glow of my breast.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="I_AM" id="I_AM">"I AM."</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am, and therefore these,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Existence is by me,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flux of pendulous seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The stable, free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am in blush of the rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The shimmer of dawn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am girdle Orion knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fount undrawn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am earth's potency,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chemic ray's, the rain's,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The reciprocity<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That loads the wains.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am, or the heavens fall!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I dwell in my woven tent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am immanent in all,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Suprámanent!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am the Life in life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Impact and verve of thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The reason's lens and knife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ethic "ought."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am of being the stress,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I am the brooding Dove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am the blessing in "bless,"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Love in love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am the living thrill<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fire of poet and seer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The breath of man's goodwill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Father near;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Am end of the way men grope,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Core of the ceaseless strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am man's bread of hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Water of life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am the root of faith,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Substance of vision, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spirit shadowed in wraith,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Urim in dew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am the soul's white Sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Love's slain, enthronëd Lamb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am the Holy One,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I am I AM!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_GLAD_GOLDEN_YEAR" id="THE_GLAD_GOLDEN_YEAR">THE GLAD GOLDEN YEAR.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The glad golden year<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wheels slow in its coming.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wild labor commotions<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And murmurings for bread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While besotted with beer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is the day's up-summing,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insurgent emotions<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To beauty stone-dead!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What help, do you say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For these sons of men?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In God's image they're made—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cleanse their eyes to His light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tune their ears to His lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Give His bread once again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose price the Christ paid,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heaven's bread is their right!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Earth's means of achieving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Herds, field-food, and river,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rain-cisterns in sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sunshine elysian)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forever are weaving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fain would deliver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Web of God's beauty nigh—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sense-ravishing vision!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sow bread in the field:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Warm rain will transfigure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The humble grey furrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a million pearl suns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the lanceolate shield<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of emerald and ligure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the moon o'er each burrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the low-buried ones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn silver the spear-tips<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dusk, with her lips;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when breezy morn's told,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All ripples in gold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With envious repining<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or solace of delight—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As emotion is pure<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or turbid with ill—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man views the outshining<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the heavenly height,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feels the sweet picture's lure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hears the bird-copse athrill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes him lord, or does not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the park, house, or cot.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who holds the sure key<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To this largesse of treasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a king among men,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though a workman in blue,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a strain yet to be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who with God taketh pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the young earth again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And feeleth it new.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slow speeds the glad year<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Told by poet and seer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet I catch the far hum—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It will come, it will come!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="TETRAPLA" id="TETRAPLA">TETRAPLA.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">LOVE.</p> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The blooming flowers, the galaxies of space,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lie pictured in a sheeny drop of even;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And globed in one round word, on lips of grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shine out the best of earth and all of heaven.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">SACRIFICE.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Green-haloed cup of the gods, cool from the deeps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fountain of life, whence comes thy wave that blesses?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The burdened cloud attempts the mountain steeps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To perish 'mid the rugged wildernesses."<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">LIBERTY.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou rugged Gaian of man's free behests,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Belted and helmed 'neath God's red thunder-flails;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">World climes upon thy many-cloven crests,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ordered kingdoms in thy fertile vales!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">BEAUTY.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The grace of strength the shaggy hills attest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cresting billows in their power serene;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beauty was suckled at no weakling's breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She sits the manëd lion like a queen.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="FAIRY_GLEN" id="FAIRY_GLEN">FAIRY GLEN.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hid in the virgin wilderness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fretted Conway's Fairy Glen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This summer day reveals its charms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For painter's brush or poet's pen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The air is flecked with night and day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ground is tiger-dusk and -gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rocks and trees, empearled in haze,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A soft and far enchantment hold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The place is peopled with shy winds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose fitful plumes waft dewy balm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From all the wildwood, and let fall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An incommunicable calm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through cleft rocks green with spray-wet moss,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deep in the sweet wood's golden glooms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The amber waters pulsing go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With foam like creamy lily blooms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shuttles of shadow and of light<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In-gleam and -gloom the watery woof<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As rolls the endless stream away<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the wind-swayed leafy roof.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(So life's swift shuttles dart and play,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As ceaseless speeds its flashing loom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our day is woven of sun and cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A figured web of gold and gloom.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God's arbor, this enchanted Glen!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The air is sentient with His name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put off thy shoes from off thy feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The trees are bursting into flame!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="IN_CITY_STREETS" id="IN_CITY_STREETS">IN CITY STREETS.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The city's ways were crowded thick,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I bent my steps athrough its mass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of men and women, stone and brick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its whirring wheels and piping brass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And all day long, with hurrying feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I trod the surging marts of trade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in the rush and roar of street<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A calm within my breast was made.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For visions came of fair things wrought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By beauty's witching hand and grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my spirit when I caught<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Life's spring-time image of her face:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Blue violets in mossy bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flashing with jewels on their breast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky-stained eggs of robin red<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laid in her lined adobe nest;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The shy lone brook, crept soft upon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lest I should fright its brattling play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The woods ahark for something gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or whispering of elf and fay;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The silver lake with lilies in bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their cups half-full of heaven's gold,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The circling shore all prankt with plume<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of ferns, whose fronds the waters told;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And up the hill the whitethroat's song—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A crystal bell that shakes the dew!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While floats in dream the cloud along,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And veils the palpitating blue;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The musical and dream-like rain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Falling on roof o'er fragrant hay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blood-red spear, unflushed of pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of sunbeam thrust 'tween battens grey;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in a trice, the sculptured shore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where halcyon tides with wonder-wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Redden their plumes in toil to soar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To where Evangeline's memory clings,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such sights and sounds swift came and went,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Glad sunshafts of an April day!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to impetuous traffic lent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The restful sweetness of the may.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Imprisoned close in city marts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O childhood, so divinely fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thee, deep in my heart of hearts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet pity beats her wings all bare!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BAY_OF_FUNDY" id="BAY_OF_FUNDY">BAY OF FUNDY.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Deep Bay, broad-breasted and brave!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oft rocked in thy swaying arms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the hidden sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As foam-bell tost on thy wave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I drift again 'mid thy charms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To sphinx-like Blomidon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why are thy glories untold?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy cliffs of purple and red<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And crystal-veinëd rocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy hasting waters deep-rolled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Neath skies whose colors are spread<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With art that all art mocks;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy faltering ranks of white mist<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flanking vast floods and vast ebbs—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A mimicry of war,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oriflammes of dew-sprent list,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Banners of gossamer webs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft blown as lights of Thor!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The smooth shining flats all bare<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the heavens' nakedest ken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mirror the hills, like lakes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The drowsy lull of the air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will stir anew to life when<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tidal note awakes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From lang'rous south seas that creep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These odors dank issue forth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Odors of sun-steeped brine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It comes! a breeze from a deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full-fed from seas of the North,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A waft of Vikings' wine!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now beats the pulse of the flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The throbbings deep of a heart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Felt all around the world;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now smites its rhythm with a thud,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With ictus sure of its art<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That mountains huge has hurled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The unsouled rivers and creeks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have being, have life to the full,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into their mouths rebreathed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As heaves the broad breast that seeks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">T' embosom each leaning hull,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bare on red banks tide-seethed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The iron gride of the flow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Powders the rocks in its path,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bears the dust afar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To build their urns, where may grow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet grasses and "primrose rathe,"—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fair Grand Pré, Tantramar!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Builder, unbuilder of shores,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thresher of cliffs vapor-stoled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">God's masterworkman strong!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet on thy bosom the oars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of sailor lads ply and fold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To sweet refrains of song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And glad in thy twinkling smiles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Awing, like sea-gulls, the ships<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are breasting stout the breeze,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah me, thy treacherous wiles!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Witching fog-wraiths draping rips!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Currents of iron seas!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Fundy, deep-breathing sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Regal in power and rimmed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In hollow of His hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Captive to beauty, yet free,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sleep now, thy Basin is brimmed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In fair Acadian land!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Haloed with pearl-raying rings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The moon, at her utmost poised,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks on her silver shield;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tide wakens and swings—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ebbs with a clangor far noised<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wheeling wings afield.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="AT_THE_LOOK-OFF" id="AT_THE_LOOK-OFF">AT THE LOOK-OFF.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">(<span class="smcap">Partridge Island.</span>)</p> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What more can world-worn spirit ask<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than here in nature's arms to bask<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see the plangent tide at task?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The zest is swift as lusty youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Touched with an undertone of ruth,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Invincible as ageless truth,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wonder of all wondrous things!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How coy the birds! they lift their wings;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wary ship to her anchor swings.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sun, moon and stars of ancient prime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of to-day, in confluence chime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The universal One sublime;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pouring these floods of deep surcease,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In universal pain, release;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In universal travail, peace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The strong right arm is here laid bare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In strife, by which He doth declare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another shall not with Him share.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Forces of universal law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which hither these vast waters draw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Send through my soul His tides of awe;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While universal radiance charms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beckons to His winsome arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To soothe my timid soul's alarms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of joy, of grief He does not rob,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The light with intermittent throb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falls on the waters glad—a-sob.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here He and I are conscious each<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of each—a Deep, a waiting beach!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A shell, a Sea that doth beseech!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How all unswift my eyes to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The universal God in Thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who walked the waves of Galilee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give, freely give—Thou dost not dole!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pour chrismal balm upon my soul!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anoint me from Thy golden bowl!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In travail, pain, grief, joy, the wave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slumbers nor sleeps the earth to save—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This word the blissful God He gave,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ere yesterday in Palestine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love's flagon poured the ruddy wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life of the universal Vine.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">V.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tameless tides, unresting, seethe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I rest me, for He works beneath;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace! peace! the toiling waters breathe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Peace, healing peace, in murmuring main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In brooding sky fanned by lone crane!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sunbeams bicker in the Lane—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Peace on the lighter's falling sail!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace on the ships that breast the gale!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And peace in human hearts that fail!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_STORMY_PETREL" id="THE_STORMY_PETREL">THE STORMY PETREL.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair hero, brave hero of sea—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sea in its darkness of wrath!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I run down the breaker with thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I mount the next in its path.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our hearts beat together, charmed one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lift their wings as fearless as free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ride the gloom as if 'twere the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gold-bridled for you and for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Summer rain, the cold drifting sleet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That whistles as spiteful as hail!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A roadstead, the billows that fleet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Under the black lash of the gale!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We laugh at their seething, their roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Draw our breath full in their face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have wings, we know we can soar,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your secret and mine in embrace!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Wings, wings, the soul of our life!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Outspread they victory tell,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upliftings amid gulfs of strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wafts of heaven that keep us from hell!)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brave hero, winged hero of sea—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sea with black tempest in breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here we mount on the breakers, free,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon to soar into calm, into rest!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="OBLIVION" id="OBLIVION">OBLIVION.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The all-devouring sea! I said,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While looking on the green- and red-<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ribbed rocks a-tilt that flank Sharp's Head:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The diary of the rain cloud driven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To yield again its spoil by heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The west wind serving the replevin—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Notes of the ocean's teeming floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The carven shell, the seaweed's spore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ripple-marks of tidal shore—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vast tablets of the world of eld,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mighty Bodleian unspelled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By ravine into dust compelled!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The hills are fated to their fall.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the great, upon the small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oblivion drops her raven pall.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then I thought: The form and mass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May baffle ken of eye and glass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet the record may not pass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tittle and jot, where all seems nil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A finer form in form may still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wait touch of that which doth fulfil.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The liquid air, unseen, unheard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Writes in an everlasting word<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wing-beats of the hasting bird.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sweet light leaves, and bears abroad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A picture of the wide realms trod<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With wingëd feet gold sandal-shod;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Etching in truth and beauty's grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond compare of antique vase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On fronting hills the other's face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor shoreless deeps of space debar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blazon on earth of records far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In greening orb or burning star.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I said: Coined for exchange in mart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of purblind men with leaden heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This word Oblivion on life's chart!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Deft science' balance now prevails—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This simulacrum in the scales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The verdict to the counter nails.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">V.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then, distraught by onward sweep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of meditation long and deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought me out a place to weep—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O soul, may not thy leaves, I mused,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stirred by death's shock through all diffused,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reveal thy story unconfused,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Clear traced by thought's all-subtle beam—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A quickened palimpsest agleam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Re-orient out of dusk and dream!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="SEA_MUSIC" id="SEA_MUSIC">SEA MUSIC.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">(<i>For dramatic orchestration.</i>)</p> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fleecy white waters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shorn by the tempest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrathful and doomful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rolling to land!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Naked and lustrous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fiercest of smiters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Straight for the stern cliffs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Iron to steel!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shock unto shock calls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boom answers boom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roars the huge tide-loom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thunder and storm!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Torn are the vast webs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woven of tumult,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flung to the cloud-rack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tatters of sound!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The glistening waters again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are marching loyal and true<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Under the hollow sky,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hundred million of men<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Throbbing as fiery dew<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Under the morning's eye!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">List to the repetend note,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Multiplex tone of the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Refrain of grief, of mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On violet air afloat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far borne to mountain and lea,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To the home of its birth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">List as its music unbraids:—<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Rivulets pour from the hill,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Winds wash the lips o' the trees,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The brook by the rocky glades</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Brattles its way to the mill</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Through fields adream with bees.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Forests of pine and of fir</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Plain as their dark plumes are fret</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>By the free-coursing winds;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Alder and golden birch stir</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>To notes too sweet to forget,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Sung by brook as it winds.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hark! <i>The lone laugh of the auk</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>As 'twere a disprisoned soul come</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>From out the shining foams!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And the loon's "ha! ha!" and mock</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>'Mid the torn surf's booming drum,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Or hushed tide's star-sprent domes!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The ringdove coos in the grove,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>The cataract's thunders jar,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Rapids swirl white and hiss;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Peoples in temples of love</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Echo their anthems afar,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Diapasons of bliss.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great flux of the world, O sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blood of earth's wild pulsing veins<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Beating to orbs afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your life and mine cannot be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unlinked with God's joys and pains<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Here or in throbbing star!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">List as its music unbraids,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">List to the much-sounding sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">List to the repetend note,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Multiplex tone of the sea,—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Refrain of grief, of mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On violet air afloat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far borne to mountain and lea,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To the home of its birth.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="SUMMER_FOG" id="SUMMER_FOG">SUMMER FOG.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Waft of beaten brine of the Bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tonic keen as steel in strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blowing wet and cool in my face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tang of bitter savor of life!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<p class="center">II.</p> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Billows calm of whitest fog,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over ships and homes now roll,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breath of seas in quest of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Groping blind as human soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blearing, hiding, muffling all,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Life itself laid under the shroud!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Breath-blown veils of faltering mist,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Filmy dreams of luminous cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shifting curtains fret with air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Noiseless sped as northern lights;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Opening, shutting gaps of blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gleams and glories, glooms and nights!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Torn by winds and riven in spray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Borne afar o'er pine trees tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clinging round the mountain crests,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Melt in azure roofing all!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mystic phantom, mime of life:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Witching visions, vanishing play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Belts of shadow, rending veils,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cloudless dome of perfect day!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">V.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come again, white vapor of seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blow thy pungent balm in my face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft illusions weave o'er earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Charm me up to heaven's embrace!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_ARETHUSA" id="THE_ARETHUSA">THE ARETHUSA.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A pearly boat am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Silver Crag I hail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrought of the sea and sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Freighted with moonbeams pale.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I hoist my purple sails<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To catch the starbeam's gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And furl them in the gales<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sun blows overbold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rainbows and flying tints,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sunset's crimson glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand gleams and glints<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All day do come and go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But as the silver moon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rolls up the breathless blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the stars in swoon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are hidden from my view,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I ope my hatches wide<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lade with pearl and sheen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To deck my home-bound bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Basin's peerless queen.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="DIAN_AND_FUNDY" id="DIAN_AND_FUNDY">DIAN AND FUNDY.</a></h2> - -<p class="center">(<span class="smcap">Designs for a Time-Piece.</span>)</p> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>The Enchantress.</i></p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In silver shoon, on sapphire pavement clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fair Dian walks the overarching night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her spell she lays—great Fundy leaps with cheer!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She breaks—he flees in elemental might!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>The Lovers.</i></p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dian, pale Dian, sailing the upper sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Searching for lover lost on earth's lone beach;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Fundy, forward, backward, ceaselessly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By love's impulsions borne to utmost reach.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Art and Science.</i></p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dian, with silver robe from her shoulders flung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Fundy, with his tidal arc and gauge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beating as a great pendulum forth-swung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The seconds of the geologic age.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_OLD_FISHERS_SONG" id="THE_OLD_FISHERS_SONG">THE OLD FISHER'S SONG.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the broad-shouldered Cobequids we saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prone Blomidon in lotos-eyed repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The immemorial vigil lapst to dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Basin lay as if in calm of swoon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the bosom of the breathing tide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The drifting ships, wide-winged in air, in sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailed double on a single keel—a ship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In either stilly heaven, above, beneath.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The day was warm, and as we lay beside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The woodland brook and watched the pinfish play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We saw the sky within a silver pool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a great vase of lapis lazuli<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Veined with the feathery spray of cirrus cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While cumuli in spotless beauty bloomed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therein—a garden of the gods! And all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pool seemed fragrant with a myriad sweets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"There's promise of fair morrow," Harold said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The witness of the sea and wood is one:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hissing brine, moonstruck, comes vengeful up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its iron gateways with remorseless flood—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This little brook in rage and foam tears through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hundred hills—each sets a mirror at<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our feet of beauty's self. And so, I ween,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fury of the age will end as full<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of calm as are this sea and pool of heaven."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And breasting an old path to the carved shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where fell at ebb the sea-green billows clear,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A path o'ertangled thick with alder hung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With tags that take the rich brown Vandyke loved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cool with dusky air in which, all still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eye-bright and fronded fern and lichened spruce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swam deep in voiceless sea of wildwood balm—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My eye had sight of emerald moss and bells<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wreathed the bearded rocks that once were fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Ho! here is where the fisher lives who sings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All day while fingering nets, and chants the tide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sleep," cried Harold, "as he tends his seines<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At night. Some three-score souls like his would make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A state, and one such state the golden age.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This old man never knows when spring is past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But pipes a robin song from May to May,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fresh-blown breezy song of coming good—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's piping now!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Heirs of the century,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Sons of the next,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Hearten your spirits,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Your souls keep unvext.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>There's an ebb in the tide,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>There's an open sea wide,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>But where sun and star dart,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>You've a trustworthy chart.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i18">Beside the wave-worn cliffs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painted with rainbows of a thousand storms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sat us down, and took on grateful cheek<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brow the waking winds that yestermorn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far out Atlantic's grey unresting wastes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In awful tempest smote the full-winged ship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pluckt it naked to the hungry deep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Peace is of conflict born," I said, "and good<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems rooted oft in ill. Man gropes in fog,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is a child tost in a cockle-shell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars wink over him and then are gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun is not, and when he deems he's lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shore breaks forth in silver welcome sweet."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Care for the coming man,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Heirs of the race,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Hearten your spirits,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Gird! quicken your pace!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>There's a sound in the air,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>There are trumpets ablare,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>But there's nothing to dread,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>You've God overhead.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The Sirens once were symbol of chief fears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That met the hardy mariner on life's main,"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said Harold, musingly, "but now the coast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is set with sirens groaning lest he touch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The isles mist-veiled and hooded white with fog,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But cruel as the Sisters twain of death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Science, to-day, the witchery of the past<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turns into truth to guide the course of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tracks to its lair disease, and bolt and flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Subdues to service of the struggling race;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While breeze of health begins to fan alike<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cheeks of rich and poor in city ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wisdom cries aloud in every street."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>You of the world-ages,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Saviors of man,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Hearten your spirits,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Lay open God's plan.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Labor hungers and wastes</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>While love tarries nor hastes,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Yet the note's round and clear,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>The full time draweth near.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But what of man's grim lust and greed?" said I.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The comradeship of stars and night is not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More awful than is that of man with sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor shows more steadfast purpose 'gainst the light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky and air fresh-washed with summer rain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forthwith begin to cloud with haze and smoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till smit again with lightning's wrath, and torn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By buffet of the thunder's pealing voice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So hath it been with man, till judgment-ire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reddens in vain to purge his murky sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flash the light of God upon his soul.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beastly lure of drunkenness that cloaks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Itself in the white mantle of the Christ;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delusion's wand that prints mirage for sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On eyes of civic crowds, and nations, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, unclean, faith assoils in simple hearts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The simpering guile that toys with capital<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And robs the workman of his honest wage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While like the surgy murmurs of the sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sounds out the moan of willing labor's voice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For bread to fill its famished children's mouths;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lust of power to sit in place of God<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turn for selfish ends the wheels of fate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of fellowman,—these wait a day of doom!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Heirs of the century,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Sons of renown,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Lift up humanity's</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Broad kingdom and crown.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>There's a purpose replete,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To put all 'neath man's feet,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>And we see it begun</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>In the Virgin's crowned Son.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Injustice," Harold said, with eye that burned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a star, "<i>is</i> the devil's own trade-mark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hottest comes from hell through saintly hands!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The race of man is in the making yet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hypocrisy still deftly apes true worth—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus prophesying universal good.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature is non-committal of her end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But God is hiding not man's destiny.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yon fitful beacon flares the dark night through,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the kindling clouds, day's heralds, burn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In golden dawn. Earth's skyward crags, which thirst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For news from God, are bathed in heavenly light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from their sunrise shoulders the full morn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shoots far the splendors of its coming noon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shadows of a fleeing night yet dim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The age and mask a hundred ills as good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More eager graspt at since they haste away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But from the slopes there pours a clear new light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Divinely aired, above that of the sun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Philosophy of schools, nor science wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor labor, of itself, life's secret finds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fills the promise of man's vermeil bloom.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis love alone can sheathe the alien sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crown mankind in his own kingdom lord."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Heirs of the coming age,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Makers of man,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The Christ be your pattern,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Ay, choose with elan.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>There's a presence at hand,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>There's a voice of command—</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>It is Love, King of men,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Alleluia, Amen!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as we turned toward home by open beach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The waves were loud in clamor on the shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But over all, and far away, we caught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The drifting chant of the old Christian seer:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>It is Love, King of men,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Alleluia, Amen!</i><br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="NORA_LEE" id="NORA_LEE">NORA LEE.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Away from Howth into the south<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A stanch brave ship left harbor-mouth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Easter Bell</i>, all sails a-swell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gallantly swept to sea they tell,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Nora flamed like one ashamed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When her fair sailor-man they named.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three moons did heap the cresting deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since Nora Lee was wed at Dreep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up from the dim grey ocean's rim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No tidings came of ship, or him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A sea-gull's wing would make her sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eye with smiles her wedding-ring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If signal high flew in the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She knew the <i>Easter Bell</i> was nigh,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And pulled a rose, as wife that knows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her good man cometh at the close.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The white ship came—'twas not the name!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Nora Lee was not the same.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The kraken grim, in dream, did swim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside the <i>Easter Bell</i>, and him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ocean swell and harbor bell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chimed in an endless passing knell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In gleaming green of breaker's sheen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pallid light of death was seen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The shaping clouds, the mist, like shrouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Floated in ever-thickening crowds,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till piping wind her blood did bind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Froze by the phantoms of the mind.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Cheer up, good wife," the neighbors rife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said all, "the <i>Bell</i> has charmëd life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Brave Captain Head, no dawn a-red<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vain e'er signaled him, 'tis said.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Of all this town, from foot to crown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sailor has so just renown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The winds that blow, the reefs that grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each one by heart he'd know, he'd know.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Some night full soon, or morn, or noon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Bell</i> will fly her home gossoon!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">V.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The days they came and went the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moons, the tides, the mists, the flame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Nora said: "Since I was wed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six moons the heaping tides have led.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"In gloom I pine—(love makes him mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alive or dead)—I'll throw the line!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">VI.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She pulled a rose, as wife that knows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her good man cometh at the close.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three neighbors true with her she drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the grey shore, and, calling, threw,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With passionate leap, far to the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The life-line good wives always keep—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O Mike, my man, my dear good man!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The line, the line, my dear good man!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Calling so sore adown the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As fell the wintry surge's roar.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Across the line of foaming brine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Low answer came that lit her eyne.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">*<span style="margin-left:1.5em;">*</span><span style="margin-left:1.5em;">*</span><span style="margin-left:1.5em;">*</span><span style="margin-left:1.5em;">*</span><span style="margin-left:1.5em;">*</span><span style="margin-left:1.5em;">*</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The neighbors three with Nora Lee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All heard the words from out the sea,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet none e'er said what past the wed,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fearsome awe o'er them was spread.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">VII.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When next moon fell, the <i>Easter Bell</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailed into harbor, as they tell,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With silk "gossoon" astream aboon—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Nora in her calm did croon,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And softly tell: "I knew it well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His head it tosseth with weed and shell."<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="TO_W" id="TO_W">TO W.</a></h2> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Neural and hæmal arch," you say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Tell out man's history to-day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brain and mechanics have their way."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is structure then sole test of kin?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ape from man, in form and skin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is far as holiness from sin!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Emotion swears with hand uplift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That beauty is no mere makeshift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Significance divine its drift.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauty of sound, articulate speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lories and pyes might simians teach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These, therefore, nearer to man reach;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While nightingale and mocking-bird,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Approach, in music's heavenly word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Closer than mammal e'er conferred.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Were structure and function parallel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The word might break the mystic spell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But function doth its test compel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upward to man the beaver deft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In structure gains of tail bereft—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if there were no house-skill left!—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And if in structure beavers be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In tooth and larynx nearer me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than flirting blackbird in ash-tree,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His song beyond all such control<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comes up in kindred echo-roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With those that tremble in my soul.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True, in mechanics there is seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gross resemblance in the mien<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ape and man—thought nigh unclean!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But grosser want of function's shewn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of human attribute and tone,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet rhythmic utterance unknown;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauty of form, proportion fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dignity—all wanting there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though neural and hæmal arch compare!<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of structure, all you find is that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A function it performs, whereat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thus or thus of sight's come at.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And yet you truly know far more—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feeling from out her open door<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Affirms, in speech of beauty's lore:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O, awesome!" "beauteous!" "pleasant too!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Inspiriting!" "ennobling!" "true!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or contrariwise—each as is due.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But no account of this you take;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your thoughts are polarized, and make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An open sea of a tiny lake.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">V.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You don't believe the colors of birds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And insects are God's painted words<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To please the master of His herds!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Mere marks ancestral, once of use,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now useless as an empty cruse—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Derived, but not designed," your truce.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet why such skilful pains bestow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That colors <i>once</i> had use, to shew?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vain zeal, since that you cannot know.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fruitless your words! Is it not plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Designed" or not, like April rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The end achieved <i>is</i> man's high gain?<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">VI.</p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis folly to attempt truth's goal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With logic got of half the soul,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Truth will not have the half, but whole.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauty, God's gladness seen in time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lights up Truth's calm white face sublime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With radiance of the golden prime!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shall you and I look down for light?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, upward let us fix our sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Downward's the awful gulf of night.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="MARIE_DEPURE" id="MARIE_DEPURE">MARIE DEPURE.</a></h2> - - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not with her outward eyes, but with her mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her living soul, her faith,—for she was blind—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marie Depure, with simple, loving heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had seen the Christ, and chosen the good part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She never thought with Milton, in his pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Does God exact day labor, light denied?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But gave her willing hands as one who saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deftly to plait for use the yellow straw.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With humble workers of her craft she wrought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For daily bread, and Christ's great lesson taught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That love the life far more than meat regards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And body, more than raiment sweet with nards.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For when the pastor, who, like John, had leaned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the Master's breast, spoke words that yeaned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pity of his heart for those that sit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In heathen night, nor know Christ's torch is lit;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Marie Depure, her soul winged like a dove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eager to bear the news of light and love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave of her humble toil more than they all,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since love makes willing answer to Love's call.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Amazed, the man of God to Marie said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Your gift is great, a part I take instead;"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she, with sweet insistence, spake him, "Nay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm richer far than those who see the day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"These workers of the golden straw buy oil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When darkness falls, that they may see to toil;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I am blind, I need no oil for light,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I give this love-lit lamp for darker night."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Marie Depure! A sweet and gracious beam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speed from thy burning lamp, a Christ-like gleam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those who in the darkness sit, and some<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, without serving, pray, "Thy Kingdom Come!"<br /></span> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="BY_THE_LOVE" id="BY_THE_LOVE">"BY THE LOVE."</a></h2> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">An Easter Idyll.</span></p> - -<div class="container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22">Twelve months agone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauteous face, all white with pity as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wave with foam, sank in the dusk of death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four summers and the wafture of the fifth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had poured their cataract of gold far down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shining shoulders of the seraph boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While love, a father's and a mother's, hung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above its laughter like a thing divine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O golden head that drifted down to death!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet eye and voice by silence swift devoured!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dawn's kiss upon the forehead of the day!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fresh-blown surge of grief was stilled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And halcyon hope her azure wings outspread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As all the hollow sky on Easter morn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was, like a lily, filled with golden light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swift through the hush of death the thrill of life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Touched the still chords of the fair mother's heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And woke unquenchable desire to lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White lilies from the darksome mother-earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the tomb, where circled, like a dove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her wingëd hopes,—the tomb where long ago<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White angels watched the birth of Life anew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beside the lilied mound she lingered long.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her rising soul pushed at the gates of death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till, like a creek from which the moon has drunk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tide, they yawned empty and bare of hope.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All spectral grew her heart with tearless grief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As some sweet plot of lichens reft of rain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"There are no angels now," she said, "to roll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stone away. O that He now were here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To raise my dead, if 'tis not all a myth!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as she spoke she lift a bitter face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the eyes of the bright Easter day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not far away she saw a little child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of scarce five years, and drawing near she knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him one who never felt a mother's kiss,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now sitting at the grave where one long month<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had slept his father,—kith nor kin bequeathed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The boy in the wide circle of the earth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She knew that, rose and rosebud on one stem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Father and child had crimsoned life with love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that the wind of death had snatched<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rose and left the unsheltered bud alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet blinded by the night of her own grief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce had she seen his golden day's eclipse.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now swift she marked the tender mobile lips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spirit-light aglow in eye, on brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the rare beauty of the noble face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Is your name Mary," fearlessly he asked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Who with the angels talked when the great stone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was rolled away?—" "O no, dear child," she said,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Whom are you looking for?" With reverent mien,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet eager voice, "For Jesus," said the child.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O Jesus is not here, my darling boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's risen, you know." "Yes," said the wistful face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I've waited here all day for Him to come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raise my father up. I thought perhaps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sent you, 'tis so late, to bid me stay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little—O 'tis never too late for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jesus!" he said, and brushed away the tear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"He's sure to come, for 'tis the Rising-Day."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The woman stoopt to kiss the wondrous boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sat beside him there upon the grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sobbed like organ swept by the master's hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"What makes you cry?—perhaps your father's here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be raised up?" "No darling,—but my child."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He stroked the woman's hand: "Don't cry," he said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Jesus does not forget the Rising-Day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He'll surely come and give to you your child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And me my father—He will come to-night.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the two men who from Emmaus came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go by at early morn, and Jesus will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meet them, and turn and this way come, as they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In wonder all about His dying talk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rising too. The men will know Him not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I shall, and will call to Him to stop<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raise my father up." "How shall you know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him, my dear boy?" she asked. "O by His smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by the picture father shewed me once,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But" (with his hand upon his heaving breast)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I'll know Him best by the love I keep in here."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Shall you?" she said, "and are you sure you'll know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your father?" "My own father!" said the boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With wondering voice, "I'll know him by the love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so will you your child. They will not look<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The same, for Jesus did not, but they knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him by His love." And finer grew the face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the fond lingering voice, in love's own tones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repeated: "And we'll know them by the love."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Moveless a moment, as the tide at full,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her heart hung in a balance, and as its<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tremulous deeps swayed to the signs of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its wave broke o'er the banks of self to life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Philip," she cried, and clasped him in her arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Jesus has gone to heaven, and I am sent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Him to take you to your father now.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come!" With faith strong as is the noonday sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instant the child clasped home her trembling hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And passed without the gates, nor backward lookt.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silent he went, for expectation held<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him fast, and a great light was on her face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Entering her home, she bade that food be given<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The famished boy; and when the maid brought milk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honey and bread with broilëd fish, he said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With exultation: "Now I know this is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The house—it's all here just the same, and He'll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be here to-night." With wingëd feet the wife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sped up the stair to meet her husband's step,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in a rapture told him all, and of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wonder-heart below. "Heaven, a fair child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An angel boy, has sent our stone to roll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away! For us his vision is no less<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than for himself. O husband, this is life's<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supremest hour for us!—'<i>I shall know him</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>By the love</i>,' sweetly he says."—"It shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So indeed!" cried the father's yearning heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As she returned, the child most eager said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a sweet voice half-sob, but full of hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O wash my face and comb my hair, before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see my father—'tis not too late yet?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The touch of the ineffable child-trust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pierced deep her heart, yet with assuring tones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The words fell: "Philip, come, let us now go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i14">The arras opened on a face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noble and winsome sweet, though smiles were close<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tears. As azure bird on mountain stream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Halts a brief moment on some jutting crag,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere as a flash of streaming light it cleaves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dewy darkness of the trickling dell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So for a moment halted the sweet child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took one step forward, and then leapt into<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The arms where death-shade once was deep as night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where commingling love now glads the gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All lit by the sweet azure of the heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With head thrown back, and questioning eyes agaze:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Father—you're—changed!" he said, "but by the love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We know each other—by the love, the love!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The father's heaving heart did echo sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The love, the love!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20">And nestling down upon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The manly breast, the curly head, soft-stroked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soothed with all the lullabies of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was rocked, like harbored sail, to rest of sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lapt in the love which fed his simple faith,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poured a golden Easter in the heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her who groped in darkness 'mong the tombs.<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="NOTES" id="NOTES">NOTES.</a></h2> - - -<p>Page 17. <i>and erst "rose noble" bore thy grace.</i>—The -"rose noble," an ancient English gold coin, first minted -by Edward III., was stamped with the figure of the rose.</p> - -<p>19. <i>The phantom of the buried tide.</i>—This phenomenon -is not infrequently seen in the evenings of the last of -August or early September. It is caused by the condensation -of the invisible vapor of the air resting on the -dyked lands—the former sea-bed. As the condensed -vapor lies close upon the ground, the illusion of a full -sea is complete in the moonlight, the shore line and -creeks being perfectly traced.</p> - -<p>28. <i>The title deeds of these rich shores are thine.</i>—Geologists -affirm that Partridge Island is older than the -mainland, or than the other islands mentioned.</p> - -<p>29. <span class="smcap">Tennyson Rock.</span>—This rock is the pinnacle of -Pinnacle Island (one of the Five Islands, Basin of -Minas). The rock is solitary, and nearly two hundred -feet high at low water,—a seated figure strongly resembling, -as seen from the Basin, Lord Tennyson in his old -age—with his cloak about him.</p> - -<p>32. <span class="smcap">Glooscap.</span>—The divine man of the Micmac Indians. -His home was on the shores of the Basin of -Minas, particularly at Partridge Island, the Five Islands, -and Blomidon. He sailed away "into the west," because -of the wickedness of men and beasts, not to return till -they should heed his voice. (See "Legends of the -Micmacs," gathered by the late Rev. Silas Tertius Rand, -D.D., LL.D, of Hantsport, Nova Scotia, and published -by Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass.)</p> - -<p>40. <span class="smcap">Day and Night.</span>—The last three lines of the -sonnet refer to the "afterglow," which often appears (at -Minas Basin) from half an hour to an hour or more after -the first sunset colors have entirely faded into dusk.</p> - -<p>45. <span class="smcap">Mayflower.</span>—<i>The Trailing Arbutus.</i></p> - -<p>48. <span class="smcap">The Ghost Flower.</span>—The <i>monotropa uniflora</i>,—a -true flower, not a fungus. It grows in the deep -shadows, the entire flower and stalk being colorless and -wax-like. It has white, wax-like bracts in place of green -leaves. The cup nods, and stalk and flower together -often form an interrogation point (which fact, it will be -observed, determines the cast of the sonnet). The flower -is widely known as the Ghost Flower, but is often called -Indian Pipe.</p> - -<p>52. <span class="smcap">McMaster University.</span>—Founded as a distinctively -Christian university, by the late William -McMaster, of Toronto, merchant, founder of the Bank -of Commerce, and a member of the Senate of the -Dominion of Canada.</p> - -<p>54. <i>Areopagus ... Furies.</i>—The sessions of the -Areopagus, the highest judicial court at Athens, were -held on Mars' Hill. The Cave of the Furies was -beneath the same rock.</p> - -<p>66. <i>And shewed the prints of palfrey's shoe.</i>—These -tiny horse-shoe prints, many of them sharp and perfect -even to the nail-heads, may be seen in abundance on the -branches of any horse-chestnut tree.</p> - -<p>82. <i>Had I two loaves of bread</i>,—Mohammed. <i>Or let -me die</i>—Wordsworth,—uttered in view of his emotion at -the sight of the rainbow.</p> - -<p>84. <span class="smcap">The Dragonfly.</span>—The species of neuropterous -insects referred to in the poem deposit their eggs in -water. The grub lives at the bottom of the lake or -pond, creeping on the submerged parts of aquatic plants -and feeding on aquatic insects. When the final transformation -is about to take place, the body of the insect -becomes swollen until, lighter than the water, it rises to -the surface. As its skin dries, it splits at the back, and -the perfect insect comes forth, with body and wings quite -soft and moist. When dry, the wings expand, until -presently the insect spreads them, and soaring upwards, -begins to dart to and fro in the full enjoyment of its new -and wondrous life.</p> - -<p>115. <i>The moon at her utmost poised.</i>—The moon is in -meridian at high water in the Bay of Fundy.</p> - -<p>159. <span class="smcap">"By the Love": An Easter Idyll.</span>—The -story on which this poem is founded was published in -the <i>Congregationalist</i>, by Helen Strong Thompson, as a -true incident of the Easter of 1894.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="transnote"> -<h2>Transcriber's Notes</h2> - - -<p>Apparent printer's errors and inconsistent spellings have been retained.</p> -</div> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's At Minas Basin and Other Poems, by Theodore H. 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