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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: Lincoln & other poems - -Author: Edwin Markham - -Release Date: April 10, 2017 [EBook #54527] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LINCOLN & OTHER POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Richard Tonsing and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - LINCOLN & - OTHER POEMS - -[Illustration] - - - - - LINCOLN - & Other Poems - - - _By_ - EDWIN MARKHAM - - _Author of_ - “The Man with the Hoe and Other Poems” - -[Illustration] - - New York - McCLURE, PHILLIPS & COMPANY - 1901 - - - - - COPYRIGHT, 1901 - BY EDWIN MARKHAM - - - FIRST IMPRESSION - OCTOBER, 1901 - - - SECOND IMPRESSION - NOVEMBER, 1901 - - - - - _To_ - Catherine Markham - THE TOUCH OF WHOSE FINE - SPIRIT IS ON MANY OF - THESE PAGES - - ❦ - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - Note - - -_Many of the poems in this volume now appear in print for the first -time. The one on Lincoln was read at the Lincoln Birthday Dinner given -in 1900 by the Republican Club of New York City. The poem “The New -Century” was read at the Manhattan Labor Dinner given January first, -1901._ - - EDWIN MARKHAM. - - WEST NEW BRIGHTON - NEW YORK - - - - - Contents - - - PAGE - - Lincoln, the Man of the People 1 - - In a Corn-field 4 - - The Sower 5 - - At Little Virgil’s Window 8 - - The Muse of Brotherhood 9 - - A Blossoming Bough 13 - - Kyka 14 - - A Mendocino Memory 16 - - The Witness of the Dust 21 - - The Wall Street Pit 23 - - A Creed 25 - - The Mighty Hundred Years 26 - - Which was Dream? 34 - - Our Deathless Dead 36 - - The Builders 39 - - The Angelus 40 - - The Suicide 44 - - The Ascension 45 - - All-Men’s Inn 48 - - The Field Fraternity 49 - - The Errand Imperious 51 - - Love’s To-Morrow 54 - - The Leader of the People 55 - - Art 58 - - On Seeing Vedder’s “Pleiades” 59 - - The Muse of Labor 60 - - Even Scales 63 - - Dreyfus 64 - - Memory of Good Deeds 66 - - The New Century 67 - - The Need of the Hour 70 - - The Lizard 72 - - The Humming Bird 74 - - The Round-Up 75 - - Song of the Fay 78 - - The World-Purpose 80 - - To Young America 82 - - The Brown o’ the Year 83 - - Wind of the Fall 84 - - The Free Press 85 - - A Bargain 87 - - “Inasmuch” 88 - - “The Father’s Business” 90 - - A Guard of the Sepulchre 91 - - The Song of the Shepherds 93 - - The Prince of Whim 96 - - The Plowman 97 - - Song’s Eternity 98 - - The God of Song and Mirth 99 - - St. Elizabeth of Hungary 101 - - The Joy-Maker 113 - - The Face of Life 114 - - The Story of Bacchus 115 - - Lost Lands 118 - - Poet-Lore 119 - - The Hindered Guest 121 - - Supplication 125 - - - - - LINCOLN & - OTHER POEMS - - - - - Lincoln, the Man of the People - - - When the Norn-Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour, - Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, - She bent the strenuous Heavens and came down - To make a man to meet the mortal need. - She took the tried clay of the common road— - Clay warm yet with the genial heat of Earth, - Dashed through it all a strain of prophecy; - Then mixed a laughter with the serious stuff. - It was a stuff to wear for centuries, - A man that matched the mountains, and compelled - The stars to look our way and honor us. - - The color of the ground was in him, the red earth; - The tang and odor of the primal things— - The rectitude and patience of the rocks; - The gladness of the wind that shakes the corn; - The courage of the bird that dares the sea; - The justice of the rain that loves all leaves; - The pity of the snow that hides all scars; - The loving-kindness of the wayside well; - The tolerance and equity of light - That gives as freely to the shrinking weed - As to the great oak flaring to the wind— - To the grave’s low hill as to the Matterhorn - That shoulders out the sky. - - And so he came. - From prairie cabin up to Capitol, - One fair Ideal led our chieftain on. - Forevermore he burned to do his deed - With the fine stroke and gesture of a king. - He built the rail-pile as he built the State, - Pouring his splendid strength through every blow, - The conscience of him testing every stroke, - To make his deed the measure of a man. - - So came the Captain with the mighty heart: - And when the step of Earthquake shook the house, - Wrenching the rafters from their ancient hold, - He held the ridgepole up, and spiked again - The rafters of the Home. He held his place— - Held the long purpose like a growing tree— - Held on through blame and faltered not at praise. - And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down - As when a kingly cedar green with boughs - Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, - And leaves a lonesome place against the sky. - - - - - In a Corn-field - - - Who was it passed me, his body a-throbbing? - Who but Sir Humblebee home from his robbing! - - What is that crackle of chariots whirling? - ‘Tis Cricket Achilles where green smoke is curling. - - And who is it comes on the bloom-ocean steering? - Bold Dragonfly Cortez, a-tacking and veering! - - - - - The Sower - - _Written after seeing Millet’s painting with this title_ - - - Soon will the lonesome cricket by the stone - Begin to hush the night; and lightly blown - Field fragrances will fill the fading blue— - Old furrow-scents that ancient Eden knew. - Soon in the upper twilight will be heard - The winging whisper of a homing bird. - - Who is it coming on the slant brown slope, - Touched by the twilight and her mournful hope— - Coming with hero step, with rhythmic swing, - Where all the bodily motions weave and sing? - The grief of the ground is in him, yet the power - Of Earth to hide the furrow with the flower. - - He is the stone rejected, yet the stone - Whereon is built metropolis and throne. - Out of his toil come all their pompous shows, - Their purple luxury and plush repose! - - The grime of this bruised hand keeps tender white - The hands that never labor, day nor night. - His feet that know only the field’s rough floors - Send lordly steps down echoing corridors. - - Yea, this vicarious toiler at the plow - Gives that fine pallor to my lady’s brow. - And idle armies with their boom and blare, - Flinging their foolish glory on the air— - He hides their nakedness, he gives them bed, - And by his alms their hungry mouths are fed. - - Not his the lurching of an aimless clod, - For with the august gesture of a god— - A gesture that is question and command— - He hurls the bread of nations from his hand; - And in the passion of the gesture flings - His fierce resentment in the face of kings. - - This is the Earth-god of the latter day, - Treading with solemn joy the upward way; - A lusty god that in some crowning hour - Will hurl Gray Privilege from the place of power. - These are the inevitable steps that make - Unreason tremble and Tradition shake. - This is the World-Will climbing to its goal, - The climb of the unconquerable Soul— - Democracy whose sure insurgent stride - Jars kingdoms to their ultimate stone of pride. - - - - - At Little Virgil’s Window - - - There are three green eggs in a small brown pocket, - And the breeze will swing and the gale will rock it, - Till three little birds on the thin edge teeter, - And our God be glad and our world be sweeter! - - - - - The Muse of Brotherhood - - - I am in the Expectancy that runs: - My feet are in the Future, whirled afar - On wings of light. If I have any sons, - Let them arise and follow to my star. - - Some momentary touches of my fire - Have warmed the barren ages with a beam: - There is no peak beyond my swift desire, - There is no beauty deeper than my dream. - - I make an end of life’s stupendous jest— - The merry waste of fortunes by the Few, - While the thin faces of the poor are pressed - Against the panes—a hungry whirlwind crew. - - I come to lift the soul-destroying weight, - To heal the hurt, to end the foolish loss, - To take the toiler from his brutal fate— - The toiler hanging on the Labor Cross. - - I bring to Earth the feel of home again, - That men may nestle on her warm, still breast; - I bring to wronged, humiliated men - The sacred right to labor and to rest. - - I bring to men the fine ideal stuff - The young gods took to build the spheres of old: - The fire I send on men is great enough - To burn the iron kingdoms into gold. - - I hold the way until the bright heavens bend— - Until the New Republic shall arise, - And quick young deities again descend, - Bringing the gifts of God with joyous cries. - - I lead the Graces and the Wingèd Powers: - The world the Anarchs build I will destroy, - For I will storm upon its demon towers, - With wind of laughter and with rain of joy. - - And at the first break of my Social Song - A hush will fall upon the foolish strife, - As though a joyous god, serene and strong, - Shined suddenly before the steps of life. - - Cold hearts that falter are my only bar: - Heroes that seek my ever-fading goal - Must take their reckoning from the central star, - And follow the equator: I am Soul. - - My love is higher than heavens where Taurus wheels, - My love is deeper than the pillared skies: - High as that peak in Heaven where Milton kneels, - Deep as that grave in Hell where Cæsar lies. - - Still hope for man: my star is on the way! - Great Hugo saw it from his prison isle; - It lit the mighty dream of Lamennais; - It led the ocean thunders of Carlyle. - - Wise Greeley saw the star of my desire, - Wise Lincoln knelt before my hidden flame: - It was from me they drew their sacred fire— - I am Religion by her deeper name. - - - - - A Blossoming Bough - - - A blossoming bough against the sky, - And all my blood is aleap with life, - As though glad violins went by - In wild delicious strife! - - And the Suisun Hills again are green! - And I am a boy in the canyons deep, - Where the gray sycamores flicker and lean, - And waters plunge and sleep. - - A light, quick wind blows into my heart, - Faint with the breath of apple trees; - And my lyric lark is back with a start— - And orchards like white seas! - - - - - Kyka - - - Child-heart! - Wild heart! - What can I bring you, - What can I sing you, - You who have come from a glory afar, - Called into Time from a secret star? - - Fleet one! - Sweet one! - Whose was the wild hand - Shaped you in child-land, - Framing the flesh with a flash of desire, - Pouring the soul as a fearful fire? - - Strong child! - Song child! - Who can unravel - All your long travel - Out of the Mystery, birth after birth— - Out of the dim worlds deeper than Earth? - - Mad thing! - Glad thing! - How will Life tame you? - How will God name you? - All that I know is that you are to me - Wind over water, star on the sea. - - Dear heart! - Near heart! - Long is the journey, - Hard is the tourney: - Would I could be by your side when you fall— - Would that my own heart could suffer it all! - - - - - A Mendocino Memory - - - Once in my lonely, eager youth I rode, - With jingling spur, into the clouds’ abode— - Rode northward lightly as the high crane goes— - Rode into the hills in the month of the frail wild rose, - To find the soft-eyed heifers in the herds, - Strayed north along the trail of nesting birds, - Following the slow march of the springing grass, - From range to range, from pass to flowering pass. - - I took the trail: the fields were yet asleep; - I saw the last star hurrying to its deep— - Saw the shy wood-folk starting from their rest - In many a crannied rock and leafy nest. - A bold, tail-flashing squirrel in a fir, - Restless as fire, set all the boughs astir; - A jay, in dandy blue, flung out a fine - First fleering sally from a sugar-pine. - - A flight of hills, and then a deep ravine - Hung with madrono boughs—the quail’s demesne; - A quick turn in the road, a wingèd whir, - And there he came with fluted whispering, - The captain of the chaparral, the king, - With nodding plume, with circumstance and stir, - And step of Carthaginian conqueror! - - I climbed the canyon to a river-head, - And looking backward saw a splendor spread, - Miles beyond miles, of every kingly hue - And trembling tint the looms of Arras knew— - A flowery pomp as of the dying day, - A splendor where a god might take his way. - - And farther on the wide plains under me, - I watched the light-foot winds of morning go, - Soft shading over wheat-fields far and free, - To keep their old appointment with the sea. - And farther yet, dim in the distant glow, - Hung on the east a line of ghostly snow. - - After the many trails an open space - Walled by the tulès of a perished lake; - And there I stretched out, bending the green brake, - And felt it cool against my heated face. - My horse went cropping by a sunny crag, - In wild oats taller than the antlered stag - That makes his pasture there. In gorge below - Blind waters pounded boulders, blow on blow— - Waters that gather, scatter and amass - Down the long canyons where the grizzlies pass, - Slouching through manzanita thickets old, - Strewing the small red apples on the ground, - Tearing the wild grape from its tree-top hold, - And wafting odors keen through all the hills around. - - Now came the fording of the hurling creeks, - And joyous days among the breezy peaks, - Till through the hush of many canyons fell - The faint quick tenor of a brazen bell, - A sudden, soft, hill-stilled, far-falling word, - That told the secret of the straying herd. - - It was the brink of night, and everywhere - Tall redwoods spread their filmy tops in air; - Huge trunks, like shadows upon shadow cast, - Pillared the under twilight, vague and vast. - And one had fallen across the mountain way, - A tree hurled down by hurricane to lie - With torn-out roots pronged-up against the sky - And clutching still their little dole of clay. - - Lightly I broke green branches for a bed, - And gathered ferns, a pillow for my head. - And what to this were kingly chambers worth— - Sleeping, an ant, upon the sheltering earth, - High over Mendocino’s windy capes, - Where ships go flying south like shadow-shapes— - Gleam into vision and go fading on, - Bearing the pines hewn out of Oregon. - - - - - The Witness of the Dust - - - Voices are crying from the dust of Tyre, - From Baalbec and the stones of Babylon— - “We raised our pillars upon Self-Desire, - And perished from the large gaze of the sun.” - - Eternity was on the pyramid, - And immortality on Greece and Rome; - But in them all the ancient Traitor hid, - And so they tottered like unstable foam. - - There was no substance in their soaring hopes: - The voice of Thebes is now a desert cry; - A spider bars the road with filmy ropes, - Where once the feet of Carthage thundered by. - - A bittern booms where once fair Helen laughed; - A thistle nods where once the Forum poured; - A lizard lifts and listens on a shaft, - Where once of old the Colosseum roared. - - No house can stand, no kingdom can endure - Built on the crumbling rock of Self-Desire: - Nothing is Living Stone, nothing is sure, - That is not whitened in the Social Fire. - - - - - The Wall Street Pit - - - I see a hell of faces surge and whirl, - Like maelstrom in the ocean—faces lean - And fleshless as the talons of a hawk— - Hot faces like the faces of the wolves - That track the traveler fleeing through the night— - Grim faces shrunken up and fallen in, - Deep-plowed like weather-eaten bark of oak— - Drawn faces like the faces of the dead, - Grown suddenly old upon the brink of Earth. - - Is this a whirl of madmen ravening, - And blowing bubbles in their merriment? - Is Babel come again with shrieking crew - To eat the dust and drink the roaring wind? - And all for what? A handful of bright sand - To buy a shroud with and a length of earth? - - Oh, saner are the hearts on stiller ways! - Thrice happier they who, far from these wild hours, - Grow softly as the apples on a bough. - Wiser the plowman with his scudding blade, - Turning a straight fresh furrow down a field— - Wiser the herdsman whistling to his heart, - In the long shadows at the break of day— - Wiser the fisherman with quiet hand, - Slanting his sail against the evening wind. - - The swallow sweeps back from the south again, - The green of May is edging all the boughs, - The shy arbutus glimmers in the wood, - And yet this hell of faces in the town— - This storm of tongues, this whirlpool roaring on, - Surrounded by the quiets of the hills; - The great calm stars forever overhead, - And, under all, the silence of the dead! - - _May, 1901._ - - - - - A Creed - - _To Mr. David Lubin_ - - - There is a destiny that makes us brothers: - None goes his way alone: - All that we send into the lives of others - Comes back into our own. - - I care not what his temples or his creeds, - One thing holds firm and fast— - That into his fateful heap of days and deeds - The soul of a man is cast. - - - - - The Mighty Hundred Years - - - I - - I saw the Muses, in august assize, - Standing before the Planetary Norns, - Their faces lit with calm, victorious eyes, - Weird as the beauty shed on starry morns. - - I heard a voice cry from the Judgment Seat: - “Declare unto the Rulers of the Spheres - The story of the triumph and defeat, - The story of The Mighty Hundred Years.” - - And then the Muses, bearing in their hands - High sibylline scrolls, sang to the Sceptered Powers: - “The sun ascends in man, the sky expands; - Into the Comrade-Future climb the Hours. - - “The dawn was loud with thunders, white with levin, - Walled by the whirlwind, dark with agèd wrong; - Then came the bright steps of the Lyric Seven, - And heights and depths grew resonant with song. - - “Above the dead the circling music sprang— - Dead custom, dead religion, dead desire; - Down the keen wind of dawn the rapture rang, - White with new dream and shot with Shelley’s fire. - - “Out of the whirlwind Truth that came on France, - Rose the young Titaness, Democracy, - Superb in gesture, with the godlike glance; - Now stirred, now still with dream of things to be. - - “She drew all faces as a lighted tower, - Strong mother of men, molded of lion race; - And all men’s hearts were shaken by her power, - The strange, disturbing beauty of her face. - - “New seeing came upon the eyes of men, - New life ran pulsing in the veins of Earth: - It was a sifting of the souls again, - The weighing of the ages and their worth. - - - II - - “Man burst the chains that his own hands had made; - Hurled down the blind, fierce gods that in blind years - He fashioned, and a power upon them laid - To bruise his heart and shake his soul with fears. - - “He peered through nature, peered into the past, - Careless of hoary precedent and pact; - And sworn to know the truth of things at last, - Knelt at the altar of the Naked Fact. - - “One mighty gleam, and old horizons broke! - All the vast, glimmering outline of the Whole - Swam on the vision, shifting, at one stroke, - The ancient gravitation of the soul. - - “All things came circling in one cosmic dance, - One motion older than the ages are; - Swung by one Law, one Purpose, one Advance, - Serene and steadfast as the morning star. - - “And now men trace the orbits of the Law, - And find it is their shelter and their friend; - For there, behind its mystery and awe, - God’s sure hand presses to a blessèd end. - - “So man is climbing toward the Secret Vast— - Up through the storm of stars, skies upon skies; - And down through circling atoms, nearing fast - The brink of things, beyond which Chaos lies. - - “Yea, in the shaping of a grain of sand, - He sees the law that made the spheres to be— - Sees atom-worlds spun by the Hidden Hand, - To whirl about their small Alcyone. - - “With spell of wizard Science on his eyes, - And augment on his arm, he probes through space; - Or pushes back the low, unfriendly skies, - To feel the wind of Saturn on his face. - - “He walks abroad upon the Zodiac, - To weigh the worlds in balances, to fuse - Suns in his crucible, and carry back - The spheral music and the cosmic news. - - - III - - “And now the Powers of Water, Fire, and Air, - And that dread Thing behind the lightning’s light - Cry, _Master us, O man, for thou art fair; - To serve thee is our freedom and our might_. - - “_We love the craft that found our hidden place— - The beauty of the cunning of thy hands; - We love the quiet empire of thy face: - Hook us with steel and harness us with bands!_ - - “_Make us the Genius of the crookèd plow; - The Spirit in the whisper of the wheels; - The unseen Presence sitting at the prow, - To urge the wanderings huge, sea-cleaving keels._ - - “They come from ocean and the sun’s blue tent; - He lays bright harness on them, and his word; - New pulse from continent to continent - Runs; the dead places of the world are stirred. - - “Bearing the sceptres of the mystery, - Man rides at elbow with the flying gale, - Shrinks up the ancient spaces: land and sea - Dispute his wingèd way without avail— - - “All but the Arctic silences, where stands - The Spirit of the Winters, and denies, - With incontestable gesture of white hands, - And lure of baleful beauty in her eyes. - - “It is the hour of man: new Purposes, - Broad-shouldered, press against the world’s slow gate; - And voices from the vast eternities - Still preach the soul’s austere apostolate. - - “Always there will be vision for the heart, - The press of endless passion: every goal - A traveler’s tavern, whence he must depart - On new divine adventures of the soul.” - - - - - Which Was Dream? - - _Suggested by an ancient Chinese classic_ - - - I thought that I dreamed a dream one night— - That I was a moth on a joyous flight, - Under a sky the west wind cools, - Over a sky of fields and pools. - Like a tinted leaf in the wind content, - Over a wonderful world I went: - Over a valley with wavering wing - My shadow flew like a startled thing. - On through the waters spread below, - I saw my delicate phantom go— - On, till a flash, and that bright world broke, - And I was a man at a sudden stroke! - - And now a wonder is on my heart - Of that world that went at a sudden start— - Of this world that came at a stroke of hand, - Hung under stars at some high command! - For now I never can surely know - Whether in deed or in dream I go; - Whether I was in that other sky - Only a dream-moth straying by; - Or whether _that_ world was the world of truth - And _this_ one only a dream forsooth; - Whether perchance for a little span - A moth is not dreaming itself a man! - - - - - Our Deathless Dead - - - How shall we honor them, our Deathless Dead? - With strew of laurel and the stately tread? - With blaze of banners brightening overhead? - Nay, not alone these cheaper praises bring: - They will not have this easy honoring. - - Not all our cannon, breaking the blue noon, - Not the rare reliquary, writ with rune, - Not all the iterance of our reverent cheers, - Not all sad bugles blown, - Can honor them grown saintlier with the years. - Nor can we praise alone - In the majestic reticence of stone: - Not even our lyric tears - Can honor them, passed upward to their spheres. - Nay, we must meet our august hour of fate - As they met theirs; and this will consecrate, - This honor them, this stir their souls afar, - Where they are climbing to an ampler star. - - The soaring pillar and the epic boast, - The flaring pageant and the storied pile - May parley with Oblivion awhile, - To save some Sargon of the fading host; - But these are vain to hold - Against the slow creep of the patient mold, - The noiseless drill of the erasing rust: - The pomp, the arch, the scroll cannot beguile - The ever-circling Destinies that must - Mix king and clown into one rabble dust. - - No name of mortal is secure in stone: - Hewn on the Parthenon, the name will waste; - Carved on the Pyramid, ‘twill be effaced. - In the heroic deed and there alone, - Is man’s one hold against the craft of Time, - That humbles into dust the shaft sublime— - That mixes sculptured Karnak with the sands, - unannealed, blown about the Libyan lands. - And for the high, heroic deeds of men, - There is no crown of praise but deed again. - Only the heart-quick praise, the praise of deed, - Is faithful praise for the heroic breed. - - How shall we honor them, our Deathless Dead? - How keep their mighty memories alive? - In him who feels their passion, they survive! - Flatter their souls with deed, and all is said! - In the heroic soul their souls create - Is raised remembrance past the reach of fate. - The will to serve and bear, - The will to love and dare, - And take for God unprofitable risk— - These things, these things will utter praise and pæan - Louder than lyric thunders Æschylean; - These things will build our dead unwasting obelisk. - - - - - The Builders - - - I dwell near a murmur of leaves, - And my labor is sweeter than rest; - For over my head in the shade of the eaves - A throstle is building his nest. - - And he teaches me gospels of joy, - As he gurgles and shouts in his toil: - It is brimming with rapture, his wild employ, - Bearing a straw for spoil. - - So I know ‘twas a joyous God - Who stretched out the splendor of things, - And gave to my bird the cool green sod, - A sky, and a venture of wings. - - But why are my brothers so still? - They are building a lordly hall— - They are building a palace there on the hill, - But there’s never a song in it all! - - - - - The Angelus - - _Suggested by Millet’s painting with this title_ - - - Far through the lilac sky the Angelus bell - Brings back again the hail of Gabriel. - Its refluent, three-fold, immemorial rhyme - Follows the fading sun, from clime to clime— - Ripples and lives a moment in the heart, - Wherever the dark hours come and the bright depart. - From land to fading land, the whole world round, - It airily runs, a rosary of sound— - Bursts silverly on sainted Palestine; - Lives for a moment on the Apennine; - Flings on the fields of France a far refrain; - Sends a sweet trouble on the bells of Spain; - Touches Manhattan; hurries on to be - A murmur on Saint Francis by the sea. - - But dreamily here the hours of evening go, - With tented haycocks in the rosy glow— - Gray heaps that Homer saw in ages gone, - Sweet-smelling heaps that Abel rested on. - And two have heard the summons on the air, - And turned from labor, the embodied prayer; - Bowed with the fine humility of trees, - Of bended barley in the quiet breeze; - As faithful as the never-failing Earth - That gives us bread of rest and bread of mirth; - As patient as the rocks that have been still - Since put into their places on the hill; - In league with Earth and all her quiet things, - Whose lives are wrapped in shade and whisperings; - In league with Earth and all the things that live - To give their toil for others and forgive. - - Pausing to let the hush of evening pass - Across the soul, as shadow over grass, - They cease their day-long sacrament of toil, - That living prayer, the tilling of the soil! - And richer are their two-fold worshippings - Than flare of pontiff or the pomp of kings. - For each true deed is worship: it is prayer, - And carries its own answer unaware. - Yes, they whose feet upon good errands run - Are friends of God, with Michael of the sun; - Yes, each accomplished service of the day - Paves for the feet of God a lordlier way. - The souls that love and labor through all wrong, - They clasp His hand and make the circle strong; - They lay the deep foundation, stone by stone, - And build into Eternity God’s throne! - - He is more pleased by some sweet human use - Than by the learnèd book of the recluse; - Sweeter are comrade kindnesses to Him - Than the high harpings of the Seraphim; - More than white incense circling to the dome - Is a field well furrowed or a nail sent home. - More than the hallelujahs of the choirs - Or hushed adorings at the altar fires, - Is a loaf well kneaded or a room swept clean - With light-heart love that finds no labor mean. - - - - - The Suicide - - - Toil-worn, and trusting Zeno’s mad belief, - A soul went wailing from the world of grief: - A wild hope led the way, - Then suddenly—dismay! - Lo, the old load was There— - The duty, the despair! - Nothing had changed: still only one escape - From its old self into the angel shape. - - - - - The Ascension - - _Mary Magdalene telleth to the family at Bethany the Story of the - Ascension_ - - - In the gray dawn they left Jerusalem, - And I rose up to follow after them. - He led toward Bethany by the narrow bridge - Of Kedron, upward to the olive ridge. - Once on the camel path beyond the City, - He looked back, struck at heart with pain and pity— - Looked backward from the two lone cedar trees - On Olivet, alive to every breeze— - Looked in a rush of sudden tears, and then - Went steadily on, never to turn again. - - Near the green quiets of a little wood - The Master halted silently and stood. - The figs were purpling, and a fledgling dove - Had fallen from a windy bough above, - And lay there crying feebly by a thorn, - Its little body bruisèd and forlorn. - He stept aside a moment from the rest - And put it safely back into the nest. - - Then mighty words did seem to rise in Him - And die away: even as white vapors swim - A moment on Mount Carmel’s purple steep, - And then are blown back rainless to the deep. - And once He looked up with a little start: - Perhaps some loved name passed across His heart, - Some memory of a road in Galilee, - Or old familiar rock beside the Sea. - - And suddenly there broke upon our sight - A rush of angels terrible with light— - The high same host the Shepherds saw go by, - Breaking the starry night with lyric cry— - A rush of angels, wistful and aware, - That shook a thousand colors on the air— - Colors that made a music to the eye— - Glories of lilac, azure, gold, vermilion, - Blown from the air-hung delicate pavilion. - - And now His face grew bright with luminous will: - The great grave eyes grew planet-like and still. - Yea, in that moment all His face fire-white - Seemed struck out of imperishable light. - Delicious apprehension shook the spirit, - With song so still that only the heart could hear it. - A sense of something sacred, starry, vast, - Greater than Earth, across the being passed. - - Then with a stretching of His hands to bless, - A last unspeakable look that was caress, - Up through the vortice of bright cherubim - He rose until the august form grew dim— - Up through the blue dome of the day ascended, - By circling flights of seraphim befriended. - He was uplifted from us, and was gone - Into the darkness of another dawn. - - - - - All-Men’s Inn - - - Death is the only host with thoughts so large - He cannot find it in his heart to charge. - - He turns no guest away: madame and sir, - This inn has bed for every traveller. - - I’ll meet you, emperor—I’ll meet you, clown, - At this last tavern as we leave the town. - - - - - The Field Fraternity - - - When God’s warm justice is revealed— - The Kingdom that the Father planned— - His children all will equal stand - As trees upon a level field. - - There each one has a goodly space— - Each yeoman of the woodland race— - Each has a foothold on the Earth, - A place for business and for mirth. - - No privilege bars a tree’s access - To Earth’s whole store of preciousness. - The trees stand level on God’s floor, - With equal nearness to His store. - - And trees, they have no private ends, - But stand together as close friends. - They send their beauty on all things, - An equal gift to clowns and kings. - - They worry not: there is enough - Laid by for them of God’s good stuff— - Enough for all, and so no fear - Sends boding on their blameless cheer. - - So from the field comes curious news— - That each one takes what it can use— - Takes what its lifted arms can hold - Of sky-sweet rain and beamy gold; - And all give back with pleasure high - Their riches to the sun and sky. - - Yes, since the first star they have stood - A testament of Brotherhood. - - - - - The Errand Imperious - - - Proud England brooding on the days to come— - Mother of peoples and of song undying— - Hears in all lands the doubling of her drum, - Sees on all winds of the world her lone flag flying. - - And Russia, young, barbaric in her power, - With untried tendons, cramped in all her length, - Chafing in snowy lair, dreams of the hour - When she shall loose on Earth her hairy strength. - - And Germany, whose blonde intrepid might - Once sent her Saxon fire on every land, - Hears the great Labor Angel down the night, - Crying, “Behold, my judgments are at hand!” - - And elder kingdoms by the Midland Sea, - Whose every crag has burned with battle fire, - Feel the young pulses of the days to be, - And hear far voices call them to aspire. - - But harken, my America, my own, - Great Mother, with the hill-flower in your hair! - Diviner is that light you bear alone, - That dream that keeps your face forever fair. - - Imperious is your errand and sublime, - And that which binds you is Orion’s band. - For some large Purpose, since the youth of Time, - You were kept hidden in the Lord’s right hand. - - You were kept hidden in a secret place, - With white Sierras, white Niagaras— - Hid under stalwart stars in this far space, - Ages ere Tadmor or the man of Uz. - - ‘Tis yours to bear the World-State in your dream, - To strike down Mammon and his brazen breed, - To build the Brother-Future, beam on beam; - Yours, mighty one, to shape the Mighty Deed. - - The armèd heavens lean down to hear your fame, - America: rise to your high-born part! - The thunders of the sea are in your name, - The splendors and the terrors in your heart. - - - - - Love’s To-Morrow - - _For Florence Sharon_ - - - Ease of heart or ache of heart, - Tell me, Love, the thing to be: - Flower of dream or dust of dream, - You can choose the one for me. - - Fire or ash of fire, who knows? - Both are folded in the flame. - Life all grey and life all rose - Are hidden in your name. - - _January, 1900._ - - - - - The Leader of the People - - - Swung in the Purpose of the upper sphere, - We sweep on to the century anear. - But something makes the heart of man forebode: - There is a new Sphinx watching by the road! - Its name is Labor, and the world must hear— - Must hear and answer its dread Question—yea, - Or perish as the tribes of yesterday. - Thunder and Earthquake crouch beyond the gate; - But fear not: man is greater than his fate. - For one will come with Answer—with a word - Wherein the whole world’s gladness shall be heard; - One who will feel the grief in every breast, - The heart-cry of humanity for rest. - - So we await the Leader to appear, - Lover of men, thinker and doer and seer, - The hero who will fill the labor throne - And build the Comrade Kingdom, stone by stone; - That kingdom that is greater than the Dream - Breaking through ancient vision, gleam by gleam— - Something that Song alone can faintly feel, - And only Song’s wild rapture can reveal. - - Thrilled by the Cosmic Oneness he will rise, - Youth in his heart and morning in his eyes; - While glory fallen from the far-off goal - Will send mysterious splendor on his soul. - Him shall all toilers know to be their friend; - Him shall they follow faithful to the end. - Though every leaf were a tongue to cry, “Thou must!” - He will not say the unjust thing is just. - Not all the fiends that curse in the eclipse - Shall shake his heart or hush his lyric lips. - His cry for justice, it will stir the stones - From Hell’s black granite to the seraph thrones! - - Earth listens for the coming of his feet; - The hushed Fates lean expectant from their seat. - He will be calm and reverent and strong, - And, carrying in his words the fire of song, - Will send a hope upon these weary men, - A hope to make the heart grow young again, - A cry to comrades scattered and afar: - _Be constellated, star by circling star; - Give to all mortals justice and forgive: - License must die that liberty may live. - Let Love shine through the fabric of the State— - Love deathless, Love whose other name is Fate. - Fear not: we cannot fail— - The Vision will prevail. - Truth is the Oath of God, and, sure and fast, - Through Death and Hell holds onward to the last._ - - - - - Art - - _To Howard Pyle_ - - - At her light touch, behold! a voice proceeds - Out of all things to chide our sordid deeds; - A beauty breaks, a beauty ever strange, - The Changeless that is back of all the change. - Lightly it comes as when a rose would be— - Takes feature yet remains a mystery. - - - - - On Seeing Vedder’s “Pleiades” - - - I hear a burst of music on the night! - Look at the white whirl of their bodies, see - The sweep of arms seraphical and free, - And over their heads a rush of circling light, - That draws them on with mystery and might: - But O the wild dance and the deathless song, - And O the lifted faces glad and strong— - Eternal passion burning still and white! - - But she who glances downward, who is she, - Her face stilled with the shadow of a pain? - The one who let all go for that mad chance? - And does some sudden gust of memory, - Bringing the earth, sweep back into the brain?... - But O the wild white whirl of the wild dance! - - - - - The Muse of Labor - - _And I saw a New Heaven and a New Earth._—ST. JOHN. - - - I come, O heroes, to the world gone wrong; - I bring the hope of nations; and I bear - The warm first rush of rapture in my song, - The faint first light of morning on my hair. - - I look upon the ages from a tower; - I am the Muse of the Fraternal State; - No hand can hold me from my crowning hour; - My song is Freedom and my step is Fate. - - The toilers go on broken at the heart; - They send the spell of beauty on all lands; - But what avail? the builders have no part— - No share in all the glory of their hands. - - I have descended from Alcyone; - I am the muse of Labor and of Mirth; - I come to break the chain of infamy, - That Greed’s blind hammers forge about the earth. - - I have descended from the Hidden Place, - To make dumb spirits speak and dead feet start: - I feel the wind of battles in my face, - I hear the song of nations in my heart. - - I stand by Him, the Hero of the Cross, - To hurl down traitors that misspend His bread; - I touch the star of mystery and loss - To shake the kingdoms of the living dead. - - I wear the flower of Christus for a crown; - I poise the suns and give to each a name; - And through the hushed Eternity bend down - To strengthen gods and keep their souls from blame. - - I come to overthrow the ancient wrong, - To let the joy of nations rise again; - I am Unselfish Service, I am Song, - I am the Hope that feeds the hearts of men. - - I am the Vision in the world-eclipse, - And where I pass the feet of Beauty burn; - And when I set the bugle to my lips, - The youth of work-worn races will return. - - I am Religion and the church I build, - Stands on the sacred flesh with passion packed; - In me the ancient gospels are fulfilled— - In me the symbol rises into Fact. - - I am the maker of the People’s bread, - I bear the little burdens of the day; - Yet in the Mystery of Song I tread - The endless heavens and show the stars their way. - - - - - Even Scales - - - The robber is robbed by his riches; - The tyrant is dragged by his chain; - The schemer is snared by his cunning; - The slayer lies dead by the slain. - - - - - Dreyfus - - - I - - A man stood stained! France was one Alp of hate, - Pressing upon him with its iron weight. - In all the circle of the ancient sun, - There was no voice to speak for him—not one. - In all the world of men there was no sound - But of a sword flung broken to the ground. - “‘Tis done!” they said, “unless a felon soul - Can tear the leaves out of the Judgment Scroll.” - - Hell laughed a little season, then behold - How one by one the gates of God unfold! - Swiftly a sword by Unseen Forces hurled, - And then a man rising against the world! - - - II - - Oh, import deep as life is, deep as time! - There is a Something sacred and sublime, - Moving behind the worlds, beyond our ken, - Weighing the stars, weighing the deeds of men. - - Take heart, O soul of sorrow, and be strong: - There is One greater than the whole world’s wrong. - Be hushed before the high benignant Power - That goes untarrying to the reckoning hour. - - O men that forge the fetter, it is vain: - There is a Still Hand stronger than your chain. - ‘Tis no avail to bargain, sneer, and nod, - And shrug the shoulder for reply to God. - - _October, 1899._ - - - - - Memory of Good Deeds - - - The memory of good deeds will ever stay, - A lamp to light us on the darkened way, - A music to the ear on clamoring street, - A cooling well amid the noonday heat, - A scent of green boughs blown through narrow walls, - A feel of rest when quiet evening falls. - - - - - The New Century - - - While cities rose and blossomed into dust, - While shadowy lines of kings were blown to air, - What was the Purpose brooding on the world, - Through the large leisure of the centuries? - And what the end—failure or victory? - - Lo, man has laid his sceptre on the stars, - And sent his spell upon the continents. - The heavens confess their secrets, and the stones, - Silent as God, publish their mystery. - Man calls the lightning from its secret place, - That he may shrink the spaces of the world, - And eavesdrop at the latched Antipodes. - The wild, white, smoking horses of the sea - Are startled by his thunders. The World-Powers - Crowd round to be the lackeys of the king. - - His hand has torn the veil of the Great Law, - The law that was before the worlds—before - That far First Whisper on the ancient deep, - The law that swings Arcturus on the North, - And hurls the soul of man upon the way. - But what avail, O builders of the world, - Unless ye build a safety for the soul? - Man has put harness on Leviathan, - And hooks in his incorrigible jaws; - And yet the Perils of the Street remain. - Out of the whirlwind of the cities rise - Lean Hunger and the Worm of Misery, - The heartbreak and the cry of mortal tears. - - But hark, the bugles blowing on the peaks; - And hark, a murmur as of many feet, - The cry of captains, the divine alarm! - Look! the last son of Time comes hurrying on, - The strong young Titan of Democracy! - With swinging step he takes the open road, - In love with the winds that beat his hairy breast. - - Baring his sunburnt strength to all the world, - He casts his eyes abroad with Jovian glance— - Searches the tracks of old Tradition; scans - With rebel heart the Book of Pedigree; - Peers into the face of Privilege and cries, - “Why are you halting in the path of man? - Is it your shoulder bears the human load? - Do you draw down the rains of the sweet heaven, - And keep the green things growing? Back to hell!” - - God is descending from eternity, - And all things, good and evil, build the road. - Yea, down in the thick of things, the men of greed - Are thumping the inhospitable clay. - By wondrous toils the men without the Dream, - Led onward by a something unawares, - Are laying the foundations of the Dream, - The Kingdom of Fraternity foretold. - - - - - The Need of the Hour - - - Fling forth the triple-colored flag to dare - The bright, untraveled highways of the air. - Blow the undaunted bugles, blow, and yet - Let not the boast betray us to forget. - Lo, there are high adventures for this hour— - Tourneys to test the sinews of our power. - For we must parry—as the years increase— - The hazards of success, the risks of peace! - - What do we need to keep the nation whole, - To guard the pillars of the State? We need - The fine audacities of honest deed; - The homely old integrities of soul; - The swift temerities that take the part - Of outcast right—the wisdom of the heart; - Brave hopes that Mammon never can detain, - Nor sully with his gainless clutch for gain. - - We need the Cromwell fire to make us feel - The common burden and the public trust - To be a thing as sacred and august - As the white vigil where the angels kneel. - We need the faith to go a path untrod, - The power to be alone and vote with God. - - - - - The Lizard - - - I sit among the hoary trees - With Aristotle on my knees, - And turn with serious hand the pages, - Lost in the cobweb-hush of ages; - When suddenly with no more sound - Than any sunbeam on the ground, - The little hermit of the place - Is peering up into my face— - The slim gray hermit of the rocks, - With bright inquisitive, quick eyes, - His life a round of harks and shocks, - A little ripple of surprise. - - Now lifted up, intense and still, - Sprung from the silence of the hill - He hangs upon the ledge a-glisten, - And his whole body seems to listen! - My pages give a little start, - And he is gone! to be a part - Of the old cedar’s crumpled bark, - A mottled scar, a weather-mark! - - How halt am I, how mean of birth, - Beside this darting pulse of earth! - I only have the wit to look - Into a big presumptuous book, - To find some sage’s rigid plan - To tell me how to be a man. - Tradition lays its dead hand cold - Upon our youth—and we are old. - But this wise hermit, this gray friar, - He has no law but heart’s desire. - He somehow touches higher truth, - The circle of eternal youth. - - - - - The Humming Bird - - - A sudden whir of eager sound— - And now a something throbs around - The flowers that watch the fountain. Look! - It touched the rose, the green leaves shook, - I think, and yet so lightly tost - That not a spark of dew was lost. - - Tell me, O Rose, what thing it is - That now appears, now vanishes? - Surely it took its fire-green hue - From daybreaks that it glittered through; - Quick, for this sparkle of the dawn - Glints through the garden and is gone. - - What was the message, Rose, what word; - Delight foretold, or hope deferred? - - - - - The Round-Up - - - Down, down the wild canyons we go in a flurry; - The cedars sweep by in their mystical hurry; - Gone into the wind are the languor and worry— - Gone into the west with the phantom moon. - Ho! there is the lord of the hills and the valleys; - It is he that leads in the midsummer sallies - High into the steeps where the gray chaparral is; - It is he that leads to the low lagoon. - - Where the wild mustard splashes the slope with yellow, - He has turned at bay—ah, the powerful fellow! - See the toss of his head—hear the breath and the bellow; - How he tears the ground with his angry hoofs! - Now he breaks a wild path through the deep, plumy rushes, - (A loud bird high on a tamarack hushes) - Right on through a glory of crimson he crushes, - On into the gloom under leafy roofs. - - Oh, the joy of the wind in our faces! We follow - The cattle—we shout down the poppy-hung hollow. - Lo! out of the cliff we have startled a swallow, - And startled the echoes on rocky fells. - Ho! what was it passed? Were they leaves—were they sparrows - That whispered away like a hurtle of arrows? - The rose-odor thickens—the deep gorge narrows; - Now the herd takes down through the scented dells. - - Speed, speed, leave the brooks to their potter and prattle; - Sweep on with the thunder and surge of the cattle, - The hurry, the voices, the keen joy of battle— - The hills and the wind and the open light. - Now on into camp by the sycamores yonder; - Now o’er the guitar let the light fingers wander; - Let thoughts in the high heart grow pensive and fonder; - Then stars and the dream of a summer night. - - - - - Song of the Fay - - - My life is a dream, a dream, - In the moon’s cool beam; - Some day I shall wake and desire - A touch of the infinite fire. - But now ‘tis enough that I be - In the light on the sea; - Enough that I climb with the cloud - When the winds of the morning are loud; - Enough that I fade with my star - When the doors of the East unbar. - - My life is a long delight - In the wonder of night. - I quiet the heart of the rose - When she quakes at the thought of the snows; - I count the blown leaves of the Fall, - And I comfort them all. - Sometimes I awake with a start - In the song of a poet’s heart. - Some day I shall know life whole— - Shall suffer and find me a soul. - - - - - The World-Purpose - - - Men sadly say that Love’s high dream is vain, - That one force holds the heart—the hope of gain. - Are, then, the August Powers behind the veil - Weary of watch and powerless to prevail? - Have they grown palsied with the creep of age, - And do they burn no more with pallid rage? - Are the shrines empty and the altars cold, - Where once the saints and heroes knelt of old? - - Not so: the vast in-brothering of man— - The glory of the universe—began - When first the heart of the Mother Darkness heard - The Whisper, and the ancient chaos stirred. - Ever the feet of Christ were in events, - Bridging the seas, shaking the continents. - - His feet are heard in the historic march - Under the whirlwind, under the starry arch. - Forever the Great Purpose presses on, - From darkness unto darkness, dawn to dawn, - Resolved to lay the rafter and the beam - Of Justice—the imperishable Dream. - - This is the voice of Time against the Hours; - This is the witness of the Cosmic Powers; - This is the Music of the Ages—this - The song whose first note broke the First Abyss. - - All that we glory in was once a dream; - The World-Will marches onward, gleam by gleam. - New voices speak, dead paths begin to stir: - Man is emerging from the sepulchre! - Let no man dare, let no man ever dare - To mark on Time’s great way, “No Thoroughfare!” - - - - - To Young America - - - In spite of the stare of the wise and the world’s derision, - Dare travel the star-blazed road, dare follow the Vision. - - It breaks as a hush on the soul in the wonder of youth; - And the lyrical dream of the boy is the kingly truth. - - The world is a vapor, and only the Vision is real— - Yea, nothing can hold against Hell but the Wingèd Ideal. - - - - - The Brown o’ the Year - - - What would you speak with that visage old, - O cliff by the windy shore? - What passion that never a song could hold— - What word of the Nevermore? - - What would you tell with that silent look, - O bleak, bare oak by the way? - Earth’s grief is all in that bough that shook, - That leaf that could not stay. - - - - - Wind of the Fall - - - I hear that wail in the windy pine - And I suddenly know: - It wakes in my heart a dream divine - And a sacred woe. - - I heard that cry from your spirit then, - O wind of the Fall! - I, too, have carried the grief of men; - I have felt it all. - - - - - The Free Press - - - Hail, young Prometheus, risen again to Time, - The friend of man and foeman of man’s Foe! - Climb the new heavens and seize the nobler fire. - Still teach the wisdom of the plough and loom, - The sweetness of the threshold and the hearth. - Be to the sower of the field a sign - To point the circuits of the frost, a voice - To cry the coming of the hurricane. - Be to the scholar, by his waning lamp, - A bringer of the tidings of the stars, - News of the forces and the frame of things. - Be to the poet, leagued with Death and Eld, - A Memnon whisper of the Mystery, - Life’s lofty joy and immemorial grief. - Be to the calm historian a glass - Where, through the rush of phantoms, he can see - The majesty and quietness of Truth, - The craft of God, the lure and threat of Time. - Hail, Titan, with the hair upon your breast! - Be terrible in battle to throw down - The stronghold of the traitors and their crew. - Flash down the sky-born lightnings of the Pen; - Let loose the cramped-up thunders of the Types. - Hurl on the Jupiter of Greed enthroned - Defiance, endless challenge, fire of scorn. - Stand out upon the walls of darkness—stand - A young god with a bugle at his lips - To rouse the watchmen sleeping on their towers. - Fling out the banner of the People’s Right— - A flag in love with all the winds of heaven; - Plunge your dread sword into the Spoiler’s den; - Hurl down into the faces of the thieves - The blaze of its intolerable light.... - Fail not, for in your failure Freedom fails! - - - - - A Bargain - - - Scoffer, you cry, “Where is your ‘other world,’ - Your fabled heaven in far eternities?” - Well said, but first, before your lip is curled, - Tell (’tis a little thing) where _this_ world is! - - - - - “Inasmuch....” - - - Wild tempest swirled on Moscow’s castled height; - Wild sleet shot slanting down the wind of night; - Quick snarling mouths from out the darkness sprang - To strike you in the face with tooth and fang. - Javelins of ice hung on the roofs of all; - - The very stones were aching in the wall, - Where Ivan stood a watchman on his hour, - Guarding the Kremlin by the northern tower, - When, lo! a half-bare beggar tottered past, - Shrunk up and stiffened in the bitter blast. - A heap of misery he drifted by, - And from the heap came out a broken cry. - - At this the watchman straightened with a start; - A tender grief was tugging at his heart, - The thought of his dead father, bent and old - And lying lonesome in the ground so cold. - Then cried the watchman starting from his post: - “Little father, this is yours; you need it most!” - And tearing off his hairy coat, he ran - And wrapt it warm around the beggar man. - - That night the piling snows began to fall, - And the good watchman died beside the wall. - But waking in the Better Land that lies - Beyond the reaches of these cooping skies, - Behold, the Lord came out to greet him home, - Wearing the coat he gave by Moscow’s dome— - Wearing the hairy heavy coat he gave - By Moscow’s tower before he felt the grave! - - And Ivan, by the old Earth-memory stirred, - Cried softly with a wonder in his word: - “And where, dear Lord, found you this coat of mine, - A thing unfit for glory such as Thine?” - Then the Lord answered with a look of light: - “This coat, My son, you gave to Me last night.” - - - - - “The Father’s Business” - - - Who puts back into place a fallen bar, - Or flings a rock out of a traveled road, - His feet are moving toward the central star, - His name is whispered in the God’s abode. - - - - - A Guard of the Sepulchre - -_Behold, some of the watch came into the city and told unto the Chief -Priests all the things that were come to pass, and ... they gave large -money unto the soldiers, saying: Say, His disciples came by night and -stole Him away while we slept._—MATTHEW. - - - I was a Roman soldier in my prime; - Now age is on me and the yoke of time. - I saw your Risen Christ, for I am he - Who reached the hyssop to Him on the tree; - And I am one of two who watched beside - The Sepulchre of Him we crucified. - - All that last night I watched with sleepless eyes; - Great stars arose and crept across the skies. - The world was all too still for mortal rest, - For pitiless thoughts were busy in the breast. - The night was long, so long, it seemed at last - I had grown old and a long life had passed. - Far off the hills of Moab, touched with light, - Were swimming in the hollow of the night. - I saw Jerusalem all wrapped in cloud, - Stretched like a dead thing folded in a shroud. - - Once in the pauses of our whispered talk, - I heard a something on the garden walk. - Perhaps it was a crisp leaf lightly stirred— - Perhaps the dream-note of a waking bird. - Then suddenly an angel burning white - Came down with earthquake in the breaking light, - And rolled the great stone from the Sepulchre, - Mixing the morning with a scent of myrrh. - And lo, the Dead had risen with the day: - The Man of Mystery had gone His way! - - Years have I wandered, carrying my shame; - Now let the Tooth of Time eat out my name. - For we, who all the Wonder might have told, - Kept silence, for our mouths were stopt with gold. - - - - - The Song of the Shepherds - -_And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the -things that they had heard and seen._—LUKE. - - - It was near the first cock-crowing, - And Orion’s wheel was going, - When an angel stood before us and our hearts were sore afraid. - Lo, his face was like the lightning, - When the walls of heaven are whitening, - And he brought us wondrous tidings of a joy that shall not fade. - - Then a Splendor shone around us, - In the still field where he found us, - A-watch upon the Shepherd Tower and waiting for the light; - There where David as a stripling, - Saw the ewes and lambs go rippling - Down the little hills and hollows at the falling of the night. - - Oh, what tender, sudden faces - Filled the old familiar places, - The barley-fields where Ruth of old went gleaning with the birds! - Down the skies the host came swirling, - Like sea-waters white and whirling, - And our hearts were strangely shaken by the wonder of their words. - - Haste, O people: all are bidden— - Haste from places, high or hidden: - In Mary’s Child the Kingdom comes, the heaven in beauty bends! - He has made all life completer: - He has made the Plain Way sweeter, - For the stall is His first shelter and the cattle His first friends. - - He has come! the skies are telling: - He has quit the glorious dwelling; - And first the tidings came to us, the humble shepherd folk. - He has come to field and manger, - And no more is God a Stranger: - He comes as Common Man at home with cart and crookèd yoke. - - As the shadow of a cedar - To a traveller in gray Kedar - Will be the kingdom of His love, the kingdom without end. - Tongues and Ages may disclaim Him, - Yet the Heaven of heavens will name Him - Lord of peoples, Light of nations, elder Brother, tender Friend. - - - - - The Prince of Whim - - - Borne on like a bubble - In bright little trouble - My elf child glimmers and goes; - As glad as a throstle - Whose tremolos jostle - The rain on the leaf of a rose. - - He comes in a twinkling, - With never an inkling - That law is not one with his word; - But gives me good wages, - The penny of ages— - Love wild as the heart of a bird. - - He laughs down my quiet, - This lord of the riot, - This Prince of the Kingdom of Whim; - The world is his castle, - And I am his vassal - To trumpet the triumphs of him! - - - - - The Plowman - - - His furrows are darkening into the hollow, - Lightly behind him the blackbirds follow— - By quick little journeys they follow and whistle. - Now a gossamer ship breaks away to the blue - (Who stands by the railing and waves adieu?) - All night it was moored to a thistle. - - Who knows the glad business afoot on the by-way? - Who know the bold hopes sent adrift on the skyway? - - - - - Song’s Eternity - - - Into the song of the Poet are builded the things that endure: - The Pillars of Karnak will crumble but the song of Shelley is sure. - - It will hold through the ages of ages, like the heavens steadied in air: - The hoofs that trample the kingdoms down that miracle must spare. - - - - - The God of Song and Mirth - - - ‘Twas the God of Song and Mirth - Who descended to the Earth. - It was He who veiled His face - In the sorrow of the race; - He who toiled at Nazareth, - Going with us down to death; - He who bowed the heavens for men, - And arose to light again. - - ‘Twas the First-born Son of Light - Shone upon the human night, - Bringing down the Final Truth - In His deep, eternal youth. - God was reconciled to man - When the ages first began; - But that man be reconciled - God became a little child. - - So appeared the God of Song - In the planet going wrong; - So appeared the God of Light, - God of Passion still and white; - Came to help us lift the weight - Of the planetary fate; - Came and taught the one relief - For the gray primeval grief— - Taught that Love, though deified, - Could not set the Law aside. - - - - - St. Elizabeth of Hungary - - - I think of that friend of the people that lady of long ago, - That high-born dame of Hungary who felt the common woe— - Who loved the work-worn multitude whose pillow is a stone, - And felt beat in upon her heart their sorrow as her own. - She bent to lift, for in her blood ran some heroic strain - Of simple serving majesty strayed down from Charlemagne. - Queen of a hundred legends, star of a misty past, - While cities rise and cities fade, her memory will last. - - It was upon a Christmas eve, and all the world was white - With snow that sent an awesome hush on hollow and on height; - - And green boughs bended with hoar weight, and under them the birds - Huddled together, making friends with little hornèd herds. - And far from soundless gorges in the soundless forest deep, - The wild boar humped up closer in the hollow of his heap; - And workers huddled in their huts among the stiffened trees, - The doorstones blue with ice, the eaves with frosty filigrees. - - And Horsel’s peak hung ghostly still upon the wintry sky, - But Wartburg’s castle-hall was filled with many a joyous cry, - With hurrying feet and merry fleer of scullion, churl, and maid, - - For now within a happy hour the banquet must be laid. - Pert pages in their purfled shoes went twinkling in and out, - And from the towers came snatch of song and many a ruddy shout. - Elizabeth was there above, among her maiden band, - Spinning the new-cut wool to warm the naked of her land. - (O serving queen, I honor thee—queen of a day gone down, - Who carried dimly in thy heart the meaning of the crown!) - - And now the steward gave a sign, and on the frosty moats - The sceptered heralds blew again their crisp and crinkling notes. - There fell a momentary hush upon the corridors; - - Then stir of feet, then whisper of silk gowns across the floors - Came onward like the tumult of white barley in the breeze; - Then young Elizabeth the Moon, leading her Pleiades! - Their robes were shot with thread of gold that into blossom broke, - And jewels darkling in their hair at every motion woke— - - Yolinda, Bertrade, Thekla, Brune, Bertilla, Hildegarde, - And Kinga, tallest of the seven, and by her side the bard, - Gray Vogelweide, the lyric swan, telling with flash of youth, - How once he stood against the world for Hungary and truth— - - How singing in this knightly hall, circled by courtly throng, - He fought the star of Austria in Wartburg’s War of Song. - - Then the young sovereign Lewis and his guests swept glowing in— - Lord, liegeman, shaggy baron, gallant knight and paladin, - Each with a winsome lady and a wreath of storied days: - Dark Rudolph home from Holy War with Lion Richard’s praise; - Walter the Falconer, and Franz, the flower of Hesse’s men, - Who brought Elizabeth a sword torn from a Saracen; - Hellgraf with jewelled glove agleam high in his helmet’s hold, - - A glove she gave a beggar once and he bought back with gold. - And so the throng came eddying in, and with the splendor went - Ripple of silver laughter and of whispered compliment. - - The torches flamed and faltered, sending up white whirls of smoke, - To hang as twilight in the roof raftered with crookèd oak. - Up from the chimney log the notes of many woodlands sang; - Quick through the flame the colors of a hundred summers sprang. - The blaze threw on the arrased wall a gush of golden light, - Where hung Saint Stephen’s shield between two angels in still flight, - - Forever moving upward toward the cherubs overhead, - Now sinking into shade and now breaking to rosy red. - - A swinging door, a spicy smell, and beaming Hugolin - With smoking boar’s head lifted high came proudly panting in. - And as the sparkling feast went on the board began to stir - With talk of knightly valor and the Holy Sepulchre, - With prattle of the tidings from Jerusalem and Rome; - But sweet Elizabeth, her thoughts were not so far from home. - In spite of rosy radiance, in spite of trumpet calls, - The Sorrow of the People sent its shadow through the walls. - - - For sitting there beside her lord a sudden silence came - Upon her soul, and all the voices and the horn’s acclaim - Died; and the glowing pageant broke and faded into air, - And only the faces of the poor whose tables are so bare - Pressed in upon her soul that night, pressed in that gala night; - Only the toilers’ cheerless homes rose on her inward sight. - - And then a graver thought let in a darkness on her heart— - A thought of all the feasts they spread of which they have no part— - A thought, too, of this splendor on this holy Christmas eve, - - A splendor wrung from toiling hands by those that tax and thieve. - Of all those fragrant dishes only two would not profane; - Only the bread and water there had come of honest gain; - These only were not pilfered from the toiler’s lean supply; - And these she took with happy hands, but let the rest go by. - - And so the table roared away into the winter night, - Until the toasts went round the board with laughter at the height. - They drank to saints and prophets old, to Peter and Isadore, - To Stephen, Vincent, Boniface, and to a dozen more. - Then valiant Wolfram in his turn upstarted with a cry: - - “Drink to Archangel Michael, that good fighter in the sky, - That prince of God that all the hosts of Satan could not tame!” - Up to their feet the feasters sprang at that great angel’s name. - Clinking their cups from side to side, they made, in the torches’ flare, - The sign of the cross with their jewelled cups high flashing in the air. - - Now cried the duke: “Not all the saints have felt the wind of death; - Come, drink to one who walks the Earth, my wife Elizabeth; - And I will pledge her beauty with this water in her cup.” - So stooping down he caught and swung her golden goblet up, - - And tasted—paused—tasted again, for lo, it was rare wine! - More strangely sweet than any juice pressed from an earthly vine. - “Ho, varlet, from what pipe this wine and from what cellar shelf?” - “From good Saint Kilian’s well, sire, and I drew it up myself!” - She flushed; the table stared; the duke looked foolishly about, - The hall so still they heard far bells breaking the night without. - - Then up spake Helias the Seer: “I saw the water poured— - Saw, too, an angel bending by our lady at the board, - Pouring with courteous gesture from a flagon of red wine, - - Then fading in the brightness of the firelight’s dancing shine.” - She heard in glad amaze: he wins God’s favor unawares - Who, self-forgot in brother love, a brother’s burden bears. - - * * * * * - - And this seven centuries ago. And now her sainted feet - Are on the fields of Paradise, making its old paths sweet. - And there she has her fill of love where the Friendly City is, - Her warm hands white with labor in God’s busy palaces. - - - - - The Joy-Maker - - - Time’s touch can dim our sorrows and destroy, - But only Art can turn them into joy. - - - - - The Face of Life - - _An Adaptation._ - - - Life cried to Youth, “I bear the cryptic key: - I grant you two desires, but only two. - What gifts have I to crown and comfort you?” - Youth answered, “I am blind and I would see; - Open my eyes and let me look on thee.” - ‘Twas done: he saw the face of Life, and then - Cried brokenly, “Now make me blind again!” - - - - - The Story of Bacchus - - _A Grecian legend_ - - - What boy with his face to the Ægean Sea - Went threading his way over mountain and plain, - With a spirit as glad as a blossoming tree? - It was Bacchus, now pure as the wild white rain, - But soon to be worshiped by mortals, with passion and sorrow and pain. - - He had found a vine on the forest ways, - And a skeleton bird in a rocky pass - To shelter the leaf from the sunny rays; - But it grew till he sheltered them both, alas, - In the hollow skull of a lion, and then in the skull of an ass! - - As he lay at noon in a mossy rest, - The vine had shot up all a-tremble with light. - Now he bears it home—(O the doom unguessed!) - - On, on, while the hills swing away out of sight— - Till the misty far mountains rise dimly, and pass in a silent flight. - - At last when his garden was furrowed, he found - That the bones were all twined by the lusty root; - So he planted the whole in the deep-stirred ground, - And lightly danced to his Lydian flute, - While the leafy depths of the eerie vine purpled with clustering fruit. - - Then he made him wine—for it was the grape— - And darkened its depths with a perilous spell, - And gave it to man with the angel shape, - When lo! a wonder and terror befell— - Was it a wonder from Heaven—was it a terror from Hell? - - - For he drinks—and he carols and sings like a bird! - And drinking again of the magical glass, - He is proud as a lion when passion-stirred! - But drinking once more of the liquor, alas, - He loses the shape of the angel, and takes on the shape of an ass! - - - - - Lost Lands - - - I mind me once in boyhood when the mist - Swirled round me, ash of pearl and amethyst, - How, in an unknown, difficult, high place, - I pushed the green boughs backward from my face, - And with a fire along the blood, a cry, - Rode out upon a headland in the sky. - - I know not in what world it was—Mirak - Or Algol, or some further Zodiac! - I looked down on a sea of fog below; - Saw strange lands rise, strange waters furl and flow, - Breaking on newly lifted reefs and shores— - New Africas, new Indies, new Azores— - Lands that allured me to illustrious deed, - Past Roland’s fame, and all his knightly breed— - Fringes of lands no foot had ever found, - Where billows climbed and burst without a sound; - While further still, on dim untraveled seas, - Gleamed lost Atlantis, lost Hesperides. - - - - - Poet-Lore - - - The poet is forever young - And speaks the one immortal tongue. - To him the wonder never dies, - For youth is looking through his eyes. - Pale listener at the heart of things, - He hears the voices and the wings: - He hears the skylark overhead— - Hears the far footfalls of the dead. - - When the swift Muses seize their child, - Then God has gladness rich and wild; - For when the bard is caught and hurled, - A splendor breaks across the world. - His song distils a saving power - From foot-worn stone, from wayside flower. - - He knows the gospel of the trees, - The whispered message of the seas; - Finds in some beetle on the road - A power to lift the human load; - Sees, in some dead leaf dried and curled, - The deeper meaning of the world; - Hears through the roar of mortal things - The God’s immortal whisperings; - Sees the world-wonder rise and fall, - And knows that Beauty made it all. - - He walks the circle of the sun, - And sees the bright Powers laugh and run. - He feels the motion of the sphere, - And builds his song in sacred fear. - He finds the faithful witness hid - In poppy-head and Pyramid. - The Golden Heaven or the Pit— - He shakes the music out of it. - All things yield up their souls to him - From dateless dust to seraphim. - - - - - The Hindered Guest - - - Friar Hilary, of Barbizon, - (Rest to his soul where his soul has gone!) - Was a man whose life was long perplexed - By pious juggles with the text. - The logic of St. Thomas’ books - Was fastened to his mind with hooks. - He knew Tertullian’s work complete— - That treatise on the Paraclete. - He knew the words Chrysostom hurled - In golden thunder on the world; - And he could commentate and quote - The thirteen books Saint Cyril wrote. - The controversies of Jerome, - He could recite them, tome by tome. - - The friar was tall and spare and spent, - Like a cedar of Lebanon bare and bent. - His eyes were sunken and burned too bright, - Like restless stars in the pit of night. - - The friar had built a tower of stone, - And dwelt far up in a cell alone; - And from the turret, gray in air, - He called to God with psalm and prayer, - To come as he did to the wise of old— - To come as the ancient voice foretold. - All day the hawk swung overhead; - All day the holy page was read. - - One bleak December he fasted sore, - That Christ might knock at his low door— - Lord Jesus shine across the floor. - For he was hungry to be fed - With the holy love, with the mystic bread. - Yet Christ came not to sup with him, - And Christmas Eve fell chilly and dim. - “Where art Thou?” he would cry and hark, - While echoes answered in the dark.... - Where was the Lord—was he afar, - Throned calmly on the central star? - - Now suddenly there came a cry - As of a mortal like to die. - Up sprang the friar, the doors of oak - He flung asunder at a stroke. - Down stair by stair his quick feet flew, - Startling the owls that the rafters knew, - Breaking the webs that barred the way, - Crushing the mosses that fear the day. - Into the pitiless street he ran - To find a stricken fellow-man, - And carry him in upon his breast, - With many a halt on the stairs for rest. - - He washed the feet and stroked the hair, - And for the once forgot his prayer. - He gave him wine that the Pope had sent - For some great day of the Sacrament; - And looking up, behold, at his side - Was bending also the Crucified! - He had come at last to the lonesome place, - And standing there with a courteous grace, - Threw sainted light on the friar’s face. - - And then the Master said: “My son, - My children on my errands run; - And when you flung the psalter by - And hurried to a brother’s cry, - You turned at last your rusty key, - And left the door ajar for Me.” - - - - - Supplication - - - Give me heart-touch with all that live, - And strength to speak my word; - But if that is denied me, give - The strength to live unheard. - - - [THE END] - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES - - - 1. 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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: Lincoln & other poems - -Author: Edwin Markham - -Release Date: April 10, 2017 [EBook #54527] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LINCOLN & OTHER POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Richard Tonsing 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='tnotes covernote'> - -<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber's Note:</strong></p> - -<p class='c000'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> - -</div> - -<div class='ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>LINCOLN &</div> - <div>OTHER POEMS</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_004.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div> - <h1 class='c002'>LINCOLN<br /> <span class='xlarge'>& Other Poems</span></h1> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>By</em></div> - <div><span class='large'>EDWIN MARKHAM</span></div> - <div class='c004'><em>Author of</em></div> - <div>“The Man with the Hoe and Other Poems”</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/i_005.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>New York</div> - <div>McCLURE, PHILLIPS & COMPANY</div> - <div>1901</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>COPYRIGHT, 1901</div> - <div>BY EDWIN MARKHAM</div> - <div class='c003'>FIRST IMPRESSION</div> - <div>OCTOBER, 1901</div> - <div class='c003'>SECOND IMPRESSION</div> - <div>NOVEMBER, 1901</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div><em>To</em></div> - <div>Catherine Markham</div> - <div>THE TOUCH OF WHOSE FINE</div> - <div>SPIRIT IS ON MANY OF</div> - <div>THESE PAGES</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/i_007.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Note</h2> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c006'><em>Many of the poems in this volume now appear -in print for the first time. The one -on Lincoln was read at the Lincoln Birthday -Dinner given in 1900 by the Republican Club -of New York City. The poem “The New Century” -was read at the Manhattan Labor Dinner given -January first, 1901.</em></p> - -<div class='c007'><span class='sc'>Edwin Markham.</span></div> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>West New Brighton</span></div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='sc'>New York</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_ix'>ix</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Contents</h2> -</div> - -<table class='table0' summary=''> - <tr> - <th class='c008'></th> - <th class='c009'>PAGE</th> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Lincoln, the Man of the People</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_1'>1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>In a Corn-field</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_4'>4</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Sower</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_5'>5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>At Little Virgil’s Window</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_8'>8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Muse of Brotherhood</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_9'>9</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>A Blossoming Bough</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_13'>13</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Kyka</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_14'>14</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>A Mendocino Memory</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_16'>16</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Witness of the Dust</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_21'>21</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Wall Street Pit</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_23'>23</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>A Creed</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_25'>25</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Mighty Hundred Years</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_26'>26</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Which was Dream?</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_34'>34</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Our Deathless Dead</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_36'>36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Builders</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_39'>39</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Angelus</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_40'>40</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Suicide</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_44'>44</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_x'>x</span>The Ascension</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_45'>45</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>All-Men’s Inn</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_48'>48</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Field Fraternity</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_49'>49</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Errand Imperious</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_51'>51</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Love’s To-Morrow</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_54'>54</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Leader of the People</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_55'>55</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Art</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_58'>58</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>On Seeing Vedder’s “Pleiades”</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_59'>59</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Muse of Labor</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_60'>60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Even Scales</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_63'>63</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Dreyfus</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_64'>64</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Memory of Good Deeds</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_66'>66</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The New Century</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_67'>67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Need of the Hour</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_70'>70</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Lizard</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_72'>72</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Humming Bird</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_74'>74</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Round-Up</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_75'>75</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Song of the Fay</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_78'>78</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span>The World-Purpose</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_80'>80</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>To Young America</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_82'>82</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Brown o’ the Year</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_83'>83</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Wind of the Fall</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_84'>84</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Free Press</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_85'>85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>A Bargain</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_87'>87</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>“Inasmuch”</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_88'>88</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>“The Father’s Business”</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_90'>90</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>A Guard of the Sepulchre</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_91'>91</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Song of the Shepherds</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_93'>93</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Prince of Whim</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_96'>96</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Plowman</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_97'>97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Song’s Eternity</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_98'>98</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The God of Song and Mirth</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_99'>99</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>St. Elizabeth of Hungary</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_101'>101</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Joy-Maker</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_113'>113</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Face of Life</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_114'>114</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Story of Bacchus</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_115'>115</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xii'>xii</span>Lost Lands</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_118'>118</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Poet-Lore</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_119'>119</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>The Hindered Guest</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_121'>121</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>Supplication</td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_125'>125</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>LINCOLN &</div> - <div>OTHER POEMS</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Lincoln, the Man of the People</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When the Norn-Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour,</div> - <div class='line'>Greatening and darkening as it hurried on,</div> - <div class='line'>She bent the strenuous Heavens and came down</div> - <div class='line'>To make a man to meet the mortal need.</div> - <div class='line'>She took the tried clay of the common road—</div> - <div class='line'>Clay warm yet with the genial heat of Earth,</div> - <div class='line'>Dashed through it all a strain of prophecy;</div> - <div class='line'>Then mixed a laughter with the serious stuff.</div> - <div class='line'>It was a stuff to wear for centuries,</div> - <div class='line'>A man that matched the mountains, and compelled</div> - <div class='line'>The stars to look our way and honor us.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The color of the ground was in him, the red earth;</div> - <div class='line'>The tang and odor of the primal things—</div> - <div class='line'>The rectitude and patience of the rocks;</div> - <div class='line'>The gladness of the wind that shakes the corn;</div> - <div class='line'>The courage of the bird that dares the sea;</div> - <div class='line'>The justice of the rain that loves all leaves;</div> - <div class='line'>The pity of the snow that hides all scars;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>The loving-kindness of the wayside well;</div> - <div class='line'>The tolerance and equity of light</div> - <div class='line'>That gives as freely to the shrinking weed</div> - <div class='line'>As to the great oak flaring to the wind—</div> - <div class='line'>To the grave’s low hill as to the Matterhorn</div> - <div class='line'>That shoulders out the sky.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in24'>And so he came.</div> - <div class='line'>From prairie cabin up to Capitol,</div> - <div class='line'>One fair Ideal led our chieftain on.</div> - <div class='line'>Forevermore he burned to do his deed</div> - <div class='line'>With the fine stroke and gesture of a king.</div> - <div class='line'>He built the rail-pile as he built the State,</div> - <div class='line'>Pouring his splendid strength through every blow,</div> - <div class='line'>The conscience of him testing every stroke,</div> - <div class='line'>To make his deed the measure of a man.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>So came the Captain with the mighty heart:</div> - <div class='line'>And when the step of Earthquake shook the house,</div> - <div class='line'>Wrenching the rafters from their ancient hold,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>He held the ridgepole up, and spiked again</div> - <div class='line'>The rafters of the Home. He held his place—</div> - <div class='line'>Held the long purpose like a growing tree—</div> - <div class='line'>Held on through blame and faltered not at praise.</div> - <div class='line'>And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down</div> - <div class='line'>As when a kingly cedar green with boughs</div> - <div class='line'>Goes down with a great shout upon the hills,</div> - <div class='line'>And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span> - <h2 class='c005'>In a Corn-field</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Who was it passed me, his body a-throbbing?</div> - <div class='line'>Who but Sir Humblebee home from his robbing!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>What is that crackle of chariots whirling?</div> - <div class='line'>‘Tis Cricket Achilles where green smoke is curling.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And who is it comes on the bloom-ocean steering?</div> - <div class='line'>Bold Dragonfly Cortez, a-tacking and veering!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Sower</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>Written after seeing Millet’s painting with this title</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Soon will the lonesome cricket by the stone</div> - <div class='line'>Begin to hush the night; and lightly blown</div> - <div class='line'>Field fragrances will fill the fading blue—</div> - <div class='line'>Old furrow-scents that ancient Eden knew.</div> - <div class='line'>Soon in the upper twilight will be heard</div> - <div class='line'>The winging whisper of a homing bird.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Who is it coming on the slant brown slope,</div> - <div class='line'>Touched by the twilight and her mournful hope—</div> - <div class='line'>Coming with hero step, with rhythmic swing,</div> - <div class='line'>Where all the bodily motions weave and sing?</div> - <div class='line'>The grief of the ground is in him, yet the power</div> - <div class='line'>Of Earth to hide the furrow with the flower.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He is the stone rejected, yet the stone</div> - <div class='line'>Whereon is built metropolis and throne.</div> - <div class='line'>Out of his toil come all their pompous shows,</div> - <div class='line'>Their purple luxury and plush repose!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>The grime of this bruised hand keeps tender white</div> - <div class='line'>The hands that never labor, day nor night.</div> - <div class='line'>His feet that know only the field’s rough floors</div> - <div class='line'>Send lordly steps down echoing corridors.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Yea, this vicarious toiler at the plow</div> - <div class='line'>Gives that fine pallor to my lady’s brow.</div> - <div class='line'>And idle armies with their boom and blare,</div> - <div class='line'>Flinging their foolish glory on the air—</div> - <div class='line'>He hides their nakedness, he gives them bed,</div> - <div class='line'>And by his alms their hungry mouths are fed.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Not his the lurching of an aimless clod,</div> - <div class='line'>For with the august gesture of a god—</div> - <div class='line'>A gesture that is question and command—</div> - <div class='line'>He hurls the bread of nations from his hand;</div> - <div class='line'>And in the passion of the gesture flings</div> - <div class='line'>His fierce resentment in the face of kings.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>This is the Earth-god of the latter day,</div> - <div class='line'>Treading with solemn joy the upward way;</div> - <div class='line'>A lusty god that in some crowning hour</div> - <div class='line'>Will hurl Gray Privilege from the place of power.</div> - <div class='line'>These are the inevitable steps that make</div> - <div class='line'>Unreason tremble and Tradition shake.</div> - <div class='line'>This is the World-Will climbing to its goal,</div> - <div class='line'>The climb of the unconquerable Soul—</div> - <div class='line'>Democracy whose sure insurgent stride</div> - <div class='line'>Jars kingdoms to their ultimate stone of pride.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span> - <h2 class='c005'>At Little Virgil’s Window</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There are three green eggs in a small brown pocket,</div> - <div class='line'>And the breeze will swing and the gale will rock it,</div> - <div class='line'>Till three little birds on the thin edge teeter,</div> - <div class='line'>And our God be glad and our world be sweeter!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Muse of Brotherhood</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I am in the Expectancy that runs:</div> - <div class='line in2'>My feet are in the Future, whirled afar</div> - <div class='line'>On wings of light. If I have any sons,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Let them arise and follow to my star.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Some momentary touches of my fire</div> - <div class='line in2'>Have warmed the barren ages with a beam:</div> - <div class='line'>There is no peak beyond my swift desire,</div> - <div class='line in2'>There is no beauty deeper than my dream.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I make an end of life’s stupendous jest—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The merry waste of fortunes by the Few,</div> - <div class='line'>While the thin faces of the poor are pressed</div> - <div class='line in2'>Against the panes—a hungry whirlwind crew.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I come to lift the soul-destroying weight,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To heal the hurt, to end the foolish loss,</div> - <div class='line'>To take the toiler from his brutal fate—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The toiler hanging on the Labor Cross.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>I bring to Earth the feel of home again,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That men may nestle on her warm, still breast;</div> - <div class='line'>I bring to wronged, humiliated men</div> - <div class='line in2'>The sacred right to labor and to rest.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I bring to men the fine ideal stuff</div> - <div class='line in2'>The young gods took to build the spheres of old:</div> - <div class='line'>The fire I send on men is great enough</div> - <div class='line in2'>To burn the iron kingdoms into gold.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I hold the way until the bright heavens bend—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Until the New Republic shall arise,</div> - <div class='line'>And quick young deities again descend,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Bringing the gifts of God with joyous cries.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I lead the Graces and the Wingèd Powers:</div> - <div class='line in2'>The world the Anarchs build I will destroy,</div> - <div class='line'>For I will storm upon its demon towers,</div> - <div class='line in2'>With wind of laughter and with rain of joy.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>And at the first break of my Social Song</div> - <div class='line in2'>A hush will fall upon the foolish strife,</div> - <div class='line'>As though a joyous god, serene and strong,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Shined suddenly before the steps of life.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Cold hearts that falter are my only bar:</div> - <div class='line in2'>Heroes that seek my ever-fading goal</div> - <div class='line'>Must take their reckoning from the central star,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And follow the equator: I am Soul.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>My love is higher than heavens where Taurus wheels,</div> - <div class='line in2'>My love is deeper than the pillared skies:</div> - <div class='line'>High as that peak in Heaven where Milton kneels,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Deep as that grave in Hell where Cæsar lies.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Still hope for man: my star is on the way!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Great Hugo saw it from his prison isle;</div> - <div class='line'>It lit the mighty dream of Lamennais;</div> - <div class='line in2'>It led the ocean thunders of Carlyle.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>Wise Greeley saw the star of my desire,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Wise Lincoln knelt before my hidden flame:</div> - <div class='line'>It was from me they drew their sacred fire—</div> - <div class='line in2'>I am Religion by her deeper name.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span> - <h2 class='c005'>A Blossoming Bough</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A blossoming bough against the sky,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And all my blood is aleap with life,</div> - <div class='line'>As though glad violins went by</div> - <div class='line in2'>In wild delicious strife!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And the Suisun Hills again are green!</div> - <div class='line in2'>And I am a boy in the canyons deep,</div> - <div class='line'>Where the gray sycamores flicker and lean,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And waters plunge and sleep.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A light, quick wind blows into my heart,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Faint with the breath of apple trees;</div> - <div class='line'>And my lyric lark is back with a start—</div> - <div class='line in2'>And orchards like white seas!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Kyka</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>Child-heart!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Wild heart!</div> - <div class='line'>What can I bring you,</div> - <div class='line'>What can I sing you,</div> - <div class='line'>You who have come from a glory afar,</div> - <div class='line'>Called into Time from a secret star?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>Fleet one!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sweet one!</div> - <div class='line'>Whose was the wild hand</div> - <div class='line'>Shaped you in child-land,</div> - <div class='line'>Framing the flesh with a flash of desire,</div> - <div class='line'>Pouring the soul as a fearful fire?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>Strong child!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Song child!</div> - <div class='line'>Who can unravel</div> - <div class='line'>All your long travel</div> - <div class='line'>Out of the Mystery, birth after birth—</div> - <div class='line'>Out of the dim worlds deeper than Earth?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>Mad thing!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Glad thing!</div> - <div class='line'>How will Life tame you?</div> - <div class='line'>How will God name you?</div> - <div class='line'>All that I know is that you are to me</div> - <div class='line'>Wind over water, star on the sea.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>Dear heart!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Near heart!</div> - <div class='line'>Long is the journey,</div> - <div class='line'>Hard is the tourney:</div> - <div class='line'>Would I could be by your side when you fall—</div> - <div class='line'>Would that my own heart could suffer it all!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span> - <h2 class='c005'>A Mendocino Memory</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Once in my lonely, eager youth I rode,</div> - <div class='line'>With jingling spur, into the clouds’ abode—</div> - <div class='line'>Rode northward lightly as the high crane goes—</div> - <div class='line'>Rode into the hills in the month of the frail wild rose,</div> - <div class='line'>To find the soft-eyed heifers in the herds,</div> - <div class='line'>Strayed north along the trail of nesting birds,</div> - <div class='line'>Following the slow march of the springing grass,</div> - <div class='line'>From range to range, from pass to flowering pass.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I took the trail: the fields were yet asleep;</div> - <div class='line'>I saw the last star hurrying to its deep—</div> - <div class='line'>Saw the shy wood-folk starting from their rest</div> - <div class='line'>In many a crannied rock and leafy nest.</div> - <div class='line'>A bold, tail-flashing squirrel in a fir,</div> - <div class='line'>Restless as fire, set all the boughs astir;</div> - <div class='line'>A jay, in dandy blue, flung out a fine</div> - <div class='line'>First fleering sally from a sugar-pine.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>A flight of hills, and then a deep ravine</div> - <div class='line'>Hung with madrono boughs—the quail’s demesne;</div> - <div class='line'>A quick turn in the road, a wingèd whir,</div> - <div class='line'>And there he came with fluted whispering,</div> - <div class='line'>The captain of the chaparral, the king,</div> - <div class='line'>With nodding plume, with circumstance and stir,</div> - <div class='line'>And step of Carthaginian conqueror!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I climbed the canyon to a river-head,</div> - <div class='line'>And looking backward saw a splendor spread,</div> - <div class='line'>Miles beyond miles, of every kingly hue</div> - <div class='line'>And trembling tint the looms of Arras knew—</div> - <div class='line'>A flowery pomp as of the dying day,</div> - <div class='line'>A splendor where a god might take his way.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And farther on the wide plains under me,</div> - <div class='line'>I watched the light-foot winds of morning go,</div> - <div class='line'>Soft shading over wheat-fields far and free,</div> - <div class='line'>To keep their old appointment with the sea.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>And farther yet, dim in the distant glow,</div> - <div class='line'>Hung on the east a line of ghostly snow.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>After the many trails an open space</div> - <div class='line'>Walled by the tulès of a perished lake;</div> - <div class='line'>And there I stretched out, bending the green brake,</div> - <div class='line'>And felt it cool against my heated face.</div> - <div class='line'>My horse went cropping by a sunny crag,</div> - <div class='line'>In wild oats taller than the antlered stag</div> - <div class='line'>That makes his pasture there. In gorge below</div> - <div class='line'>Blind waters pounded boulders, blow on blow—</div> - <div class='line'>Waters that gather, scatter and amass</div> - <div class='line'>Down the long canyons where the grizzlies pass,</div> - <div class='line'>Slouching through manzanita thickets old,</div> - <div class='line'>Strewing the small red apples on the ground,</div> - <div class='line'>Tearing the wild grape from its tree-top hold,</div> - <div class='line'>And wafting odors keen through all the hills around.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>Now came the fording of the hurling creeks,</div> - <div class='line'>And joyous days among the breezy peaks,</div> - <div class='line'>Till through the hush of many canyons fell</div> - <div class='line'>The faint quick tenor of a brazen bell,</div> - <div class='line'>A sudden, soft, hill-stilled, far-falling word,</div> - <div class='line'>That told the secret of the straying herd.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It was the brink of night, and everywhere</div> - <div class='line'>Tall redwoods spread their filmy tops in air;</div> - <div class='line'>Huge trunks, like shadows upon shadow cast,</div> - <div class='line'>Pillared the under twilight, vague and vast.</div> - <div class='line'>And one had fallen across the mountain way,</div> - <div class='line'>A tree hurled down by hurricane to lie</div> - <div class='line'>With torn-out roots pronged-up against the sky</div> - <div class='line'>And clutching still their little dole of clay.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Lightly I broke green branches for a bed,</div> - <div class='line'>And gathered ferns, a pillow for my head.</div> - <div class='line'>And what to this were kingly chambers worth—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>Sleeping, an ant, upon the sheltering earth,</div> - <div class='line'>High over Mendocino’s windy capes,</div> - <div class='line'>Where ships go flying south like shadow-shapes—</div> - <div class='line'>Gleam into vision and go fading on,</div> - <div class='line'>Bearing the pines hewn out of Oregon.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Witness of the Dust</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Voices are crying from the dust of Tyre,</div> - <div class='line in2'>From Baalbec and the stones of Babylon—</div> - <div class='line'>“We raised our pillars upon Self-Desire,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And perished from the large gaze of the sun.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Eternity was on the pyramid,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And immortality on Greece and Rome;</div> - <div class='line'>But in them all the ancient Traitor hid,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And so they tottered like unstable foam.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There was no substance in their soaring hopes:</div> - <div class='line in2'>The voice of Thebes is now a desert cry;</div> - <div class='line'>A spider bars the road with filmy ropes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where once the feet of Carthage thundered by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A bittern booms where once fair Helen laughed;</div> - <div class='line in2'>A thistle nods where once the Forum poured;</div> - <div class='line'>A lizard lifts and listens on a shaft,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where once of old the Colosseum roared.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>No house can stand, no kingdom can endure</div> - <div class='line in2'>Built on the crumbling rock of Self-Desire:</div> - <div class='line'>Nothing is Living Stone, nothing is sure,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That is not whitened in the Social Fire.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Wall Street Pit</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I see a hell of faces surge and whirl,</div> - <div class='line'>Like maelstrom in the ocean—faces lean</div> - <div class='line'>And fleshless as the talons of a hawk—</div> - <div class='line'>Hot faces like the faces of the wolves</div> - <div class='line'>That track the traveler fleeing through the night—</div> - <div class='line'>Grim faces shrunken up and fallen in,</div> - <div class='line'>Deep-plowed like weather-eaten bark of oak—</div> - <div class='line'>Drawn faces like the faces of the dead,</div> - <div class='line'>Grown suddenly old upon the brink of Earth.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Is this a whirl of madmen ravening,</div> - <div class='line'>And blowing bubbles in their merriment?</div> - <div class='line'>Is Babel come again with shrieking crew</div> - <div class='line'>To eat the dust and drink the roaring wind?</div> - <div class='line'>And all for what? A handful of bright sand</div> - <div class='line'>To buy a shroud with and a length of earth?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>Oh, saner are the hearts on stiller ways!</div> - <div class='line'>Thrice happier they who, far from these wild hours,</div> - <div class='line'>Grow softly as the apples on a bough.</div> - <div class='line'>Wiser the plowman with his scudding blade,</div> - <div class='line'>Turning a straight fresh furrow down a field—</div> - <div class='line'>Wiser the herdsman whistling to his heart,</div> - <div class='line'>In the long shadows at the break of day—</div> - <div class='line'>Wiser the fisherman with quiet hand,</div> - <div class='line'>Slanting his sail against the evening wind.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The swallow sweeps back from the south again,</div> - <div class='line'>The green of May is edging all the boughs,</div> - <div class='line'>The shy arbutus glimmers in the wood,</div> - <div class='line'>And yet this hell of faces in the town—</div> - <div class='line'>This storm of tongues, this whirlpool roaring on,</div> - <div class='line'>Surrounded by the quiets of the hills;</div> - <div class='line'>The great calm stars forever overhead,</div> - <div class='line'>And, under all, the silence of the dead!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>May, 1901.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span> - <h2 class='c005'>A Creed</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>To Mr. David Lubin</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There is a destiny that makes us brothers:</div> - <div class='line in2'>None goes his way alone:</div> - <div class='line'>All that we send into the lives of others</div> - <div class='line in2'>Comes back into our own.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I care not what his temples or his creeds,</div> - <div class='line in2'>One thing holds firm and fast—</div> - <div class='line'>That into his fateful heap of days and deeds</div> - <div class='line in2'>The soul of a man is cast.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Mighty Hundred Years</h2> -</div> - -<h3 class='c012'>I</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I saw the Muses, in august assize,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Standing before the Planetary Norns,</div> - <div class='line'>Their faces lit with calm, victorious eyes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Weird as the beauty shed on starry morns.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I heard a voice cry from the Judgment Seat:</div> - <div class='line in2'>“Declare unto the Rulers of the Spheres</div> - <div class='line'>The story of the triumph and defeat,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The story of The Mighty Hundred Years.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And then the Muses, bearing in their hands</div> - <div class='line in2'>High sibylline scrolls, sang to the Sceptered Powers:</div> - <div class='line'>“The sun ascends in man, the sky expands;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Into the Comrade-Future climb the Hours.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>“The dawn was loud with thunders, white with levin,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Walled by the whirlwind, dark with agèd wrong;</div> - <div class='line'>Then came the bright steps of the Lyric Seven,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And heights and depths grew resonant with song.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Above the dead the circling music sprang—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Dead custom, dead religion, dead desire;</div> - <div class='line'>Down the keen wind of dawn the rapture rang,</div> - <div class='line in2'>White with new dream and shot with Shelley’s fire.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Out of the whirlwind Truth that came on France,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Rose the young Titaness, Democracy,</div> - <div class='line'>Superb in gesture, with the godlike glance;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Now stirred, now still with dream of things to be.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>“She drew all faces as a lighted tower,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Strong mother of men, molded of lion race;</div> - <div class='line'>And all men’s hearts were shaken by her power,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The strange, disturbing beauty of her face.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“New seeing came upon the eyes of men,</div> - <div class='line in2'>New life ran pulsing in the veins of Earth:</div> - <div class='line'>It was a sifting of the souls again,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The weighing of the ages and their worth.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c012'>II</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Man burst the chains that his own hands had made;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Hurled down the blind, fierce gods that in blind years</div> - <div class='line'>He fashioned, and a power upon them laid</div> - <div class='line in2'>To bruise his heart and shake his soul with fears.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>“He peered through nature, peered into the past,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Careless of hoary precedent and pact;</div> - <div class='line'>And sworn to know the truth of things at last,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Knelt at the altar of the Naked Fact.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“One mighty gleam, and old horizons broke!</div> - <div class='line in2'>All the vast, glimmering outline of the Whole</div> - <div class='line'>Swam on the vision, shifting, at one stroke,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The ancient gravitation of the soul.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“All things came circling in one cosmic dance,</div> - <div class='line in2'>One motion older than the ages are;</div> - <div class='line'>Swung by one Law, one Purpose, one Advance,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Serene and steadfast as the morning star.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“And now men trace the orbits of the Law,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And find it is their shelter and their friend;</div> - <div class='line'>For there, behind its mystery and awe,</div> - <div class='line in2'>God’s sure hand presses to a blessèd end.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>“So man is climbing toward the Secret Vast—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Up through the storm of stars, skies upon skies;</div> - <div class='line'>And down through circling atoms, nearing fast</div> - <div class='line in2'>The brink of things, beyond which Chaos lies.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Yea, in the shaping of a grain of sand,</div> - <div class='line in2'>He sees the law that made the spheres to be—</div> - <div class='line'>Sees atom-worlds spun by the Hidden Hand,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To whirl about their small Alcyone.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“With spell of wizard Science on his eyes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And augment on his arm, he probes through space;</div> - <div class='line'>Or pushes back the low, unfriendly skies,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To feel the wind of Saturn on his face.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“He walks abroad upon the Zodiac,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To weigh the worlds in balances, to fuse</div> - <div class='line'>Suns in his crucible, and carry back</div> - <div class='line in2'>The spheral music and the cosmic news.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span> - <h3 class='c012'>III</h3> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“And now the Powers of Water, Fire, and Air,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And that dread Thing behind the lightning’s light</div> - <div class='line'>Cry, <em>Master us, O man, for thou art fair;</em></div> - <div class='line in2'><em>To serve thee is our freedom and our might</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<em>We love the craft that found our hidden place—</em></div> - <div class='line in2'><em>The beauty of the cunning of thy hands;</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>We love the quiet empire of thy face:</em></div> - <div class='line in2'><em>Hook us with steel and harness us with bands!</em></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<em>Make us the Genius of the crookèd plow;</em></div> - <div class='line in2'><em>The Spirit in the whisper of the wheels;</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>The unseen Presence sitting at the prow,</em></div> - <div class='line in2'><em>To urge the wanderings huge, sea-cleaving keels.</em></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>“They come from ocean and the sun’s blue tent;</div> - <div class='line in2'>He lays bright harness on them, and his word;</div> - <div class='line'>New pulse from continent to continent</div> - <div class='line in2'>Runs; the dead places of the world are stirred.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Bearing the sceptres of the mystery,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Man rides at elbow with the flying gale,</div> - <div class='line'>Shrinks up the ancient spaces: land and sea</div> - <div class='line in2'>Dispute his wingèd way without avail—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“All but the Arctic silences, where stands</div> - <div class='line in2'>The Spirit of the Winters, and denies,</div> - <div class='line'>With incontestable gesture of white hands,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And lure of baleful beauty in her eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“It is the hour of man: new Purposes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Broad-shouldered, press against the world’s slow gate;</div> - <div class='line'>And voices from the vast eternities</div> - <div class='line in2'>Still preach the soul’s austere apostolate.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>“Always there will be vision for the heart,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The press of endless passion: every goal</div> - <div class='line'>A traveler’s tavern, whence he must depart</div> - <div class='line in2'>On new divine adventures of the soul.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Which Was Dream?</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>Suggested by an ancient Chinese classic</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I thought that I dreamed a dream one night—</div> - <div class='line'>That I was a moth on a joyous flight,</div> - <div class='line'>Under a sky the west wind cools,</div> - <div class='line'>Over a sky of fields and pools.</div> - <div class='line'>Like a tinted leaf in the wind content,</div> - <div class='line'>Over a wonderful world I went:</div> - <div class='line'>Over a valley with wavering wing</div> - <div class='line'>My shadow flew like a startled thing.</div> - <div class='line'>On through the waters spread below,</div> - <div class='line'>I saw my delicate phantom go—</div> - <div class='line'>On, till a flash, and that bright world broke,</div> - <div class='line'>And I was a man at a sudden stroke!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And now a wonder is on my heart</div> - <div class='line'>Of that world that went at a sudden start—</div> - <div class='line'>Of this world that came at a stroke of hand,</div> - <div class='line'>Hung under stars at some high command!</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>For now I never can surely know</div> - <div class='line'>Whether in deed or in dream I go;</div> - <div class='line'>Whether I was in that other sky</div> - <div class='line'>Only a dream-moth straying by;</div> - <div class='line'>Or whether <em>that</em> world was the world of truth</div> - <div class='line'>And <em>this</em> one only a dream forsooth;</div> - <div class='line'>Whether perchance for a little span</div> - <div class='line'>A moth is not dreaming itself a man!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Our Deathless Dead</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>How shall we honor them, our Deathless Dead?</div> - <div class='line'>With strew of laurel and the stately tread?</div> - <div class='line'>With blaze of banners brightening overhead?</div> - <div class='line'>Nay, not alone these cheaper praises bring:</div> - <div class='line'>They will not have this easy honoring.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Not all our cannon, breaking the blue noon,</div> - <div class='line'>Not the rare reliquary, writ with rune,</div> - <div class='line'>Not all the iterance of our reverent cheers,</div> - <div class='line'>Not all sad bugles blown,</div> - <div class='line'>Can honor them grown saintlier with the years.</div> - <div class='line'>Nor can we praise alone</div> - <div class='line'>In the majestic reticence of stone:</div> - <div class='line'>Not even our lyric tears</div> - <div class='line'>Can honor them, passed upward to their spheres.</div> - <div class='line'>Nay, we must meet our august hour of fate</div> - <div class='line'>As they met theirs; and this will consecrate,</div> - <div class='line'>This honor them, this stir their souls afar,</div> - <div class='line'>Where they are climbing to an ampler star.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>The soaring pillar and the epic boast,</div> - <div class='line'>The flaring pageant and the storied pile</div> - <div class='line'>May parley with Oblivion awhile,</div> - <div class='line'>To save some Sargon of the fading host;</div> - <div class='line'>But these are vain to hold</div> - <div class='line'>Against the slow creep of the patient mold,</div> - <div class='line'>The noiseless drill of the erasing rust:</div> - <div class='line'>The pomp, the arch, the scroll cannot beguile</div> - <div class='line'>The ever-circling Destinies that must</div> - <div class='line'>Mix king and clown into one rabble dust.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>No name of mortal is secure in stone:</div> - <div class='line'>Hewn on the Parthenon, the name will waste;</div> - <div class='line'>Carved on the Pyramid, ‘twill be effaced.</div> - <div class='line'>In the heroic deed and there alone,</div> - <div class='line'>Is man’s one hold against the craft of Time,</div> - <div class='line'>That humbles into dust the shaft sublime—</div> - <div class='line'>That mixes sculptured Karnak with the sands,</div> - <div class='line'>unannealed, blown about the Libyan lands.</div> - <div class='line'>And for the high, heroic deeds of men,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>There is no crown of praise but deed again.</div> - <div class='line'>Only the heart-quick praise, the praise of deed,</div> - <div class='line'>Is faithful praise for the heroic breed.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>How shall we honor them, our Deathless Dead?</div> - <div class='line'>How keep their mighty memories alive?</div> - <div class='line'>In him who feels their passion, they survive!</div> - <div class='line'>Flatter their souls with deed, and all is said!</div> - <div class='line'>In the heroic soul their souls create</div> - <div class='line'>Is raised remembrance past the reach of fate.</div> - <div class='line'>The will to serve and bear,</div> - <div class='line'>The will to love and dare,</div> - <div class='line'>And take for God unprofitable risk—</div> - <div class='line'>These things, these things will utter praise and pæan</div> - <div class='line'>Louder than lyric thunders Æschylean;</div> - <div class='line'>These things will build our dead unwasting obelisk.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Builders</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I dwell near a murmur of leaves,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And my labor is sweeter than rest;</div> - <div class='line'>For over my head in the shade of the eaves</div> - <div class='line in2'>A throstle is building his nest.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And he teaches me gospels of joy,</div> - <div class='line in2'>As he gurgles and shouts in his toil:</div> - <div class='line'>It is brimming with rapture, his wild employ,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Bearing a straw for spoil.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>So I know ‘twas a joyous God</div> - <div class='line in2'>Who stretched out the splendor of things,</div> - <div class='line'>And gave to my bird the cool green sod,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A sky, and a venture of wings.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But why are my brothers so still?</div> - <div class='line in2'>They are building a lordly hall—</div> - <div class='line'>They are building a palace there on the hill,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But there’s never a song in it all!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Angelus</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>Suggested by Millet’s painting with this title</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Far through the lilac sky the Angelus bell</div> - <div class='line'>Brings back again the hail of Gabriel.</div> - <div class='line'>Its refluent, three-fold, immemorial rhyme</div> - <div class='line'>Follows the fading sun, from clime to clime—</div> - <div class='line'>Ripples and lives a moment in the heart,</div> - <div class='line'>Wherever the dark hours come and the bright depart.</div> - <div class='line'>From land to fading land, the whole world round,</div> - <div class='line'>It airily runs, a rosary of sound—</div> - <div class='line'>Bursts silverly on sainted Palestine;</div> - <div class='line'>Lives for a moment on the Apennine;</div> - <div class='line'>Flings on the fields of France a far refrain;</div> - <div class='line'>Sends a sweet trouble on the bells of Spain;</div> - <div class='line'>Touches Manhattan; hurries on to be</div> - <div class='line'>A murmur on Saint Francis by the sea.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But dreamily here the hours of evening go,</div> - <div class='line'>With tented haycocks in the rosy glow—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>Gray heaps that Homer saw in ages gone,</div> - <div class='line'>Sweet-smelling heaps that Abel rested on.</div> - <div class='line'>And two have heard the summons on the air,</div> - <div class='line'>And turned from labor, the embodied prayer;</div> - <div class='line'>Bowed with the fine humility of trees,</div> - <div class='line'>Of bended barley in the quiet breeze;</div> - <div class='line'>As faithful as the never-failing Earth</div> - <div class='line'>That gives us bread of rest and bread of mirth;</div> - <div class='line'>As patient as the rocks that have been still</div> - <div class='line'>Since put into their places on the hill;</div> - <div class='line'>In league with Earth and all her quiet things,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose lives are wrapped in shade and whisperings;</div> - <div class='line'>In league with Earth and all the things that live</div> - <div class='line'>To give their toil for others and forgive.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Pausing to let the hush of evening pass</div> - <div class='line'>Across the soul, as shadow over grass,</div> - <div class='line'>They cease their day-long sacrament of toil,</div> - <div class='line'>That living prayer, the tilling of the soil!</div> - <div class='line'>And richer are their two-fold worshippings</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>Than flare of pontiff or the pomp of kings.</div> - <div class='line'>For each true deed is worship: it is prayer,</div> - <div class='line'>And carries its own answer unaware.</div> - <div class='line'>Yes, they whose feet upon good errands run</div> - <div class='line'>Are friends of God, with Michael of the sun;</div> - <div class='line'>Yes, each accomplished service of the day</div> - <div class='line'>Paves for the feet of God a lordlier way.</div> - <div class='line'>The souls that love and labor through all wrong,</div> - <div class='line'>They clasp His hand and make the circle strong;</div> - <div class='line'>They lay the deep foundation, stone by stone,</div> - <div class='line'>And build into Eternity God’s throne!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He is more pleased by some sweet human use</div> - <div class='line'>Than by the learnèd book of the recluse;</div> - <div class='line'>Sweeter are comrade kindnesses to Him</div> - <div class='line'>Than the high harpings of the Seraphim;</div> - <div class='line'>More than white incense circling to the dome</div> - <div class='line'>Is a field well furrowed or a nail sent home.</div> - <div class='line'>More than the hallelujahs of the choirs</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>Or hushed adorings at the altar fires,</div> - <div class='line'>Is a loaf well kneaded or a room swept clean</div> - <div class='line'>With light-heart love that finds no labor mean.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Suicide</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Toil-worn, and trusting Zeno’s mad belief,</div> - <div class='line'>A soul went wailing from the world of grief:</div> - <div class='line in2'>A wild hope led the way,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Then suddenly—dismay!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Lo, the old load was There—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The duty, the despair!</div> - <div class='line'>Nothing had changed: still only one escape</div> - <div class='line'>From its old self into the angel shape.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Ascension</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>Mary Magdalene telleth to the family at Bethany the Story of the Ascension</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In the gray dawn they left Jerusalem,</div> - <div class='line'>And I rose up to follow after them.</div> - <div class='line'>He led toward Bethany by the narrow bridge</div> - <div class='line'>Of Kedron, upward to the olive ridge.</div> - <div class='line'>Once on the camel path beyond the City,</div> - <div class='line'>He looked back, struck at heart with pain and pity—</div> - <div class='line'>Looked backward from the two lone cedar trees</div> - <div class='line'>On Olivet, alive to every breeze—</div> - <div class='line'>Looked in a rush of sudden tears, and then</div> - <div class='line'>Went steadily on, never to turn again.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Near the green quiets of a little wood</div> - <div class='line'>The Master halted silently and stood.</div> - <div class='line'>The figs were purpling, and a fledgling dove</div> - <div class='line'>Had fallen from a windy bough above,</div> - <div class='line'>And lay there crying feebly by a thorn,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>Its little body bruisèd and forlorn.</div> - <div class='line'>He stept aside a moment from the rest</div> - <div class='line'>And put it safely back into the nest.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then mighty words did seem to rise in Him</div> - <div class='line'>And die away: even as white vapors swim</div> - <div class='line'>A moment on Mount Carmel’s purple steep,</div> - <div class='line'>And then are blown back rainless to the deep.</div> - <div class='line'>And once He looked up with a little start:</div> - <div class='line'>Perhaps some loved name passed across His heart,</div> - <div class='line'>Some memory of a road in Galilee,</div> - <div class='line'>Or old familiar rock beside the Sea.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And suddenly there broke upon our sight</div> - <div class='line'>A rush of angels terrible with light—</div> - <div class='line'>The high same host the Shepherds saw go by,</div> - <div class='line'>Breaking the starry night with lyric cry—</div> - <div class='line'>A rush of angels, wistful and aware,</div> - <div class='line'>That shook a thousand colors on the air—</div> - <div class='line'>Colors that made a music to the eye—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>Glories of lilac, azure, gold, vermilion,</div> - <div class='line'>Blown from the air-hung delicate pavilion.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And now His face grew bright with luminous will:</div> - <div class='line'>The great grave eyes grew planet-like and still.</div> - <div class='line'>Yea, in that moment all His face fire-white</div> - <div class='line'>Seemed struck out of imperishable light.</div> - <div class='line'>Delicious apprehension shook the spirit,</div> - <div class='line'>With song so still that only the heart could hear it.</div> - <div class='line'>A sense of something sacred, starry, vast,</div> - <div class='line'>Greater than Earth, across the being passed.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then with a stretching of His hands to bless,</div> - <div class='line'>A last unspeakable look that was caress,</div> - <div class='line'>Up through the <span lang="la" xml:lang="la">vortice</span> of bright cherubim</div> - <div class='line'>He rose until the august form grew dim—</div> - <div class='line'>Up through the blue dome of the day ascended,</div> - <div class='line'>By circling flights of seraphim befriended.</div> - <div class='line'>He was uplifted from us, and was gone</div> - <div class='line'>Into the darkness of another dawn.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span> - <h2 class='c005'>All-Men’s Inn</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Death is the only host with thoughts so large</div> - <div class='line'>He cannot find it in his heart to charge.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He turns no guest away: madame and sir,</div> - <div class='line'>This inn has bed for every traveller.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I’ll meet you, emperor—I’ll meet you, clown,</div> - <div class='line'>At this last tavern as we leave the town.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Field Fraternity</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When God’s warm justice is revealed—</div> - <div class='line'>The Kingdom that the Father planned—</div> - <div class='line'>His children all will equal stand</div> - <div class='line'>As trees upon a level field.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There each one has a goodly space—</div> - <div class='line'>Each yeoman of the woodland race—</div> - <div class='line'>Each has a foothold on the Earth,</div> - <div class='line'>A place for business and for mirth.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>No privilege bars a tree’s access</div> - <div class='line'>To Earth’s whole store of preciousness.</div> - <div class='line'>The trees stand level on God’s floor,</div> - <div class='line'>With equal nearness to His store.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And trees, they have no private ends,</div> - <div class='line'>But stand together as close friends.</div> - <div class='line'>They send their beauty on all things,</div> - <div class='line'>An equal gift to clowns and kings.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>They worry not: there is enough</div> - <div class='line'>Laid by for them of God’s good stuff—</div> - <div class='line'>Enough for all, and so no fear</div> - <div class='line'>Sends boding on their blameless cheer.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>So from the field comes curious news—</div> - <div class='line'>That each one takes what it can use—</div> - <div class='line'>Takes what its lifted arms can hold</div> - <div class='line'>Of sky-sweet rain and beamy gold;</div> - <div class='line'>And all give back with pleasure high</div> - <div class='line'>Their riches to the sun and sky.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Yes, since the first star they have stood</div> - <div class='line'>A testament of Brotherhood.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Errand Imperious</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Proud England brooding on the days to come—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Mother of peoples and of song undying—</div> - <div class='line'>Hears in all lands the doubling of her drum,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sees on all winds of the world her lone flag flying.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And Russia, young, barbaric in her power,</div> - <div class='line in2'>With untried tendons, cramped in all her length,</div> - <div class='line'>Chafing in snowy lair, dreams of the hour</div> - <div class='line in2'>When she shall loose on Earth her hairy strength.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And Germany, whose blonde intrepid might</div> - <div class='line in2'>Once sent her Saxon fire on every land,</div> - <div class='line'>Hears the great Labor Angel down the night,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Crying, “Behold, my judgments are at hand!”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And elder kingdoms by the Midland Sea,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Whose every crag has burned with battle fire,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>Feel the young pulses of the days to be,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And hear far voices call them to aspire.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But harken, my America, my own,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Great Mother, with the hill-flower in your hair!</div> - <div class='line'>Diviner is that light you bear alone,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That dream that keeps your face forever fair.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Imperious is your errand and sublime,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And that which binds you is Orion’s band.</div> - <div class='line'>For some large Purpose, since the youth of Time,</div> - <div class='line in2'>You were kept hidden in the Lord’s right hand.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>You were kept hidden in a secret place,</div> - <div class='line in2'>With white Sierras, white Niagaras—</div> - <div class='line'>Hid under stalwart stars in this far space,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Ages ere Tadmor or the man of Uz.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>‘Tis yours to bear the World-State in your dream,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To strike down Mammon and his brazen breed,</div> - <div class='line'>To build the Brother-Future, beam on beam;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Yours, mighty one, to shape the Mighty Deed.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The armèd heavens lean down to hear your fame,</div> - <div class='line in2'>America: rise to your high-born part!</div> - <div class='line'>The thunders of the sea are in your name,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The splendors and the terrors in your heart.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Love’s To-Morrow</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>For Florence Sharon</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Ease of heart or ache of heart,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Tell me, Love, the thing to be:</div> - <div class='line'>Flower of dream or dust of dream,</div> - <div class='line in2'>You can choose the one for me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Fire or ash of fire, who knows?</div> - <div class='line in2'>Both are folded in the flame.</div> - <div class='line'>Life all grey and life all rose</div> - <div class='line in2'>Are hidden in your name.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>January, 1900.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Leader of the People</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Swung in the Purpose of the upper sphere,</div> - <div class='line'>We sweep on to the century anear.</div> - <div class='line'>But something makes the heart of man forebode:</div> - <div class='line'>There is a new Sphinx watching by the road!</div> - <div class='line'>Its name is Labor, and the world must hear—</div> - <div class='line'>Must hear and answer its dread Question—yea,</div> - <div class='line'>Or perish as the tribes of yesterday.</div> - <div class='line'>Thunder and Earthquake crouch beyond the gate;</div> - <div class='line'>But fear not: man is greater than his fate.</div> - <div class='line'>For one will come with Answer—with a word</div> - <div class='line'>Wherein the whole world’s gladness shall be heard;</div> - <div class='line'>One who will feel the grief in every breast,</div> - <div class='line'>The heart-cry of humanity for rest.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>So we await the Leader to appear,</div> - <div class='line'>Lover of men, thinker and doer and seer,</div> - <div class='line'>The hero who will fill the labor throne</div> - <div class='line'>And build the Comrade Kingdom, stone by stone;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>That kingdom that is greater than the Dream</div> - <div class='line'>Breaking through ancient vision, gleam by gleam—</div> - <div class='line'>Something that Song alone can faintly feel,</div> - <div class='line'>And only Song’s wild rapture can reveal.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Thrilled by the Cosmic Oneness he will rise,</div> - <div class='line'>Youth in his heart and morning in his eyes;</div> - <div class='line'>While glory fallen from the far-off goal</div> - <div class='line'>Will send mysterious splendor on his soul.</div> - <div class='line'>Him shall all toilers know to be their friend;</div> - <div class='line'>Him shall they follow faithful to the end.</div> - <div class='line'>Though every leaf were a tongue to cry, “Thou must!”</div> - <div class='line'>He will not say the unjust thing is just.</div> - <div class='line'>Not all the fiends that curse in the eclipse</div> - <div class='line'>Shall shake his heart or hush his lyric lips.</div> - <div class='line'>His cry for justice, it will stir the stones</div> - <div class='line'>From Hell’s black granite to the seraph thrones!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>Earth listens for the coming of his feet;</div> - <div class='line'>The hushed Fates lean expectant from their seat.</div> - <div class='line'>He will be calm and reverent and strong,</div> - <div class='line'>And, carrying in his words the fire of song,</div> - <div class='line'>Will send a hope upon these weary men,</div> - <div class='line'>A hope to make the heart grow young again,</div> - <div class='line'>A cry to comrades scattered and afar:</div> - <div class='line'><em>Be constellated, star by circling star;</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Give to all mortals justice and forgive:</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>License must die that liberty may live.</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Let Love shine through the fabric of the State—</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Love deathless, Love whose other name is Fate.</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Fear not: we cannot fail—</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>The Vision will prevail.</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Truth is the Oath of God, and, sure and fast,</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Through Death and Hell holds onward to the last.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Art</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>To Howard Pyle</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>At her light touch, behold! a voice proceeds</div> - <div class='line'>Out of all things to chide our sordid deeds;</div> - <div class='line'>A beauty breaks, a beauty ever strange,</div> - <div class='line'>The Changeless that is back of all the change.</div> - <div class='line'>Lightly it comes as when a rose would be—</div> - <div class='line'>Takes feature yet remains a mystery.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span> - <h2 class='c005'>On Seeing Vedder’s “Pleiades”</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I hear a burst of music on the night!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Look at the white whirl of their bodies, see</div> - <div class='line in2'>The sweep of arms seraphical and free,</div> - <div class='line'>And over their heads a rush of circling light,</div> - <div class='line'>That draws them on with mystery and might:</div> - <div class='line in2'>But O the wild dance and the deathless song,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And O the lifted faces glad and strong—</div> - <div class='line'>Eternal passion burning still and white!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But she who glances downward, who is she,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Her face stilled with the shadow of a pain?</div> - <div class='line in2'>The one who let all go for that mad chance?</div> - <div class='line'>And does some sudden gust of memory,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Bringing the earth, sweep back into the brain?...</div> - <div class='line'>But O the wild white whirl of the wild dance!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Muse of Labor</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>And I saw a New Heaven and a New Earth.</em>—<span class='sc'>St. John.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I come, O heroes, to the world gone wrong;</div> - <div class='line in2'>I bring the hope of nations; and I bear</div> - <div class='line'>The warm first rush of rapture in my song,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The faint first light of morning on my hair.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I look upon the ages from a tower;</div> - <div class='line in2'>I am the Muse of the Fraternal State;</div> - <div class='line'>No hand can hold me from my crowning hour;</div> - <div class='line in2'>My song is Freedom and my step is Fate.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The toilers go on broken at the heart;</div> - <div class='line in2'>They send the spell of beauty on all lands;</div> - <div class='line'>But what avail? the builders have no part—</div> - <div class='line in2'>No share in all the glory of their hands.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I have descended from Alcyone;</div> - <div class='line in2'>I am the muse of Labor and of Mirth;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>I come to break the chain of infamy,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That Greed’s blind hammers forge about the earth.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I have descended from the Hidden Place,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To make dumb spirits speak and dead feet start:</div> - <div class='line'>I feel the wind of battles in my face,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I hear the song of nations in my heart.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I stand by Him, the Hero of the Cross,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To hurl down traitors that misspend His bread;</div> - <div class='line'>I touch the star of mystery and loss</div> - <div class='line in2'>To shake the kingdoms of the living dead.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I wear the flower of Christus for a crown;</div> - <div class='line in2'>I poise the suns and give to each a name;</div> - <div class='line'>And through the hushed Eternity bend down</div> - <div class='line in2'>To strengthen gods and keep their souls from blame.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>I come to overthrow the ancient wrong,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To let the joy of nations rise again;</div> - <div class='line'>I am Unselfish Service, I am Song,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I am the Hope that feeds the hearts of men.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I am the Vision in the world-eclipse,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And where I pass the feet of Beauty burn;</div> - <div class='line'>And when I set the bugle to my lips,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The youth of work-worn races will return.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I am Religion and the church I build,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Stands on the sacred flesh with passion packed;</div> - <div class='line'>In me the ancient gospels are fulfilled—</div> - <div class='line in2'>In me the symbol rises into Fact.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I am the maker of the People’s bread,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I bear the little burdens of the day;</div> - <div class='line'>Yet in the Mystery of Song I tread</div> - <div class='line in2'>The endless heavens and show the stars their way.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Even Scales</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The robber is robbed by his riches;</div> - <div class='line in2'>The tyrant is dragged by his chain;</div> - <div class='line'>The schemer is snared by his cunning;</div> - <div class='line in2'>The slayer lies dead by the slain.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Dreyfus</h2> -</div> - -<h3 class='c012'>I</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A man stood stained! France was one Alp of hate,</div> - <div class='line'>Pressing upon him with its iron weight.</div> - <div class='line'>In all the circle of the ancient sun,</div> - <div class='line'>There was no voice to speak for him—not one.</div> - <div class='line'>In all the world of men there was no sound</div> - <div class='line'>But of a sword flung broken to the ground.</div> - <div class='line'>“‘Tis done!” they said, “unless a felon soul</div> - <div class='line'>Can tear the leaves out of the Judgment Scroll.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Hell laughed a little season, then behold</div> - <div class='line'>How one by one the gates of God unfold!</div> - <div class='line'>Swiftly a sword by Unseen Forces hurled,</div> - <div class='line'>And then a man rising against the world!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span> - <h3 class='c012'>II</h3> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, import deep as life is, deep as time!</div> - <div class='line'>There is a Something sacred and sublime,</div> - <div class='line'>Moving behind the worlds, beyond our ken,</div> - <div class='line'>Weighing the stars, weighing the deeds of men.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Take heart, O soul of sorrow, and be strong:</div> - <div class='line'>There is One greater than the whole world’s wrong.</div> - <div class='line'>Be hushed before the high benignant Power</div> - <div class='line'>That goes untarrying to the reckoning hour.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>O men that forge the fetter, it is vain:</div> - <div class='line'>There is a Still Hand stronger than your chain.</div> - <div class='line'>‘Tis no avail to bargain, sneer, and nod,</div> - <div class='line'>And shrug the shoulder for reply to God.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>October, 1899.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Memory of Good Deeds</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The memory of good deeds will ever stay,</div> - <div class='line'>A lamp to light us on the darkened way,</div> - <div class='line'>A music to the ear on clamoring street,</div> - <div class='line'>A cooling well amid the noonday heat,</div> - <div class='line'>A scent of green boughs blown through narrow walls,</div> - <div class='line'>A feel of rest when quiet evening falls.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The New Century</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>While cities rose and blossomed into dust,</div> - <div class='line'>While shadowy lines of kings were blown to air,</div> - <div class='line'>What was the Purpose brooding on the world,</div> - <div class='line'>Through the large leisure of the centuries?</div> - <div class='line'>And what the end—failure or victory?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Lo, man has laid his sceptre on the stars,</div> - <div class='line'>And sent his spell upon the continents.</div> - <div class='line'>The heavens confess their secrets, and the stones,</div> - <div class='line'>Silent as God, publish their mystery.</div> - <div class='line'>Man calls the lightning from its secret place,</div> - <div class='line'>That he may shrink the spaces of the world,</div> - <div class='line'>And eavesdrop at the latched Antipodes.</div> - <div class='line'>The wild, white, smoking horses of the sea</div> - <div class='line'>Are startled by his thunders. The World-Powers</div> - <div class='line'>Crowd round to be the lackeys of the king.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>His hand has torn the veil of the Great Law,</div> - <div class='line'>The law that was before the worlds—before</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>That far First Whisper on the ancient deep,</div> - <div class='line'>The law that swings Arcturus on the North,</div> - <div class='line'>And hurls the soul of man upon the way.</div> - <div class='line'>But what avail, O builders of the world,</div> - <div class='line'>Unless ye build a safety for the soul?</div> - <div class='line'>Man has put harness on Leviathan,</div> - <div class='line'>And hooks in his incorrigible jaws;</div> - <div class='line'>And yet the Perils of the Street remain.</div> - <div class='line'>Out of the whirlwind of the cities rise</div> - <div class='line'>Lean Hunger and the Worm of Misery,</div> - <div class='line'>The heartbreak and the cry of mortal tears.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But hark, the bugles blowing on the peaks;</div> - <div class='line'>And hark, a murmur as of many feet,</div> - <div class='line'>The cry of captains, the divine alarm!</div> - <div class='line'>Look! the last son of Time comes hurrying on,</div> - <div class='line'>The strong young Titan of Democracy!</div> - <div class='line'>With swinging step he takes the open road,</div> - <div class='line'>In love with the winds that beat his hairy breast.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>Baring his sunburnt strength to all the world,</div> - <div class='line'>He casts his eyes abroad with Jovian glance—</div> - <div class='line'>Searches the tracks of old Tradition; scans</div> - <div class='line'>With rebel heart the Book of Pedigree;</div> - <div class='line'>Peers into the face of Privilege and cries,</div> - <div class='line'>“Why are you halting in the path of man?</div> - <div class='line'>Is it your shoulder bears the human load?</div> - <div class='line'>Do you draw down the rains of the sweet heaven,</div> - <div class='line'>And keep the green things growing? Back to hell!”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>God is descending from eternity,</div> - <div class='line'>And all things, good and evil, build the road.</div> - <div class='line'>Yea, down in the thick of things, the men of greed</div> - <div class='line'>Are thumping the inhospitable clay.</div> - <div class='line'>By wondrous toils the men without the Dream,</div> - <div class='line'>Led onward by a something unawares,</div> - <div class='line'>Are laying the foundations of the Dream,</div> - <div class='line'>The Kingdom of Fraternity foretold.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Need of the Hour</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Fling forth the triple-colored flag to dare</div> - <div class='line'>The bright, untraveled highways of the air.</div> - <div class='line'>Blow the undaunted bugles, blow, and yet</div> - <div class='line'>Let not the boast betray us to forget.</div> - <div class='line'>Lo, there are high adventures for this hour—</div> - <div class='line'>Tourneys to test the sinews of our power.</div> - <div class='line'>For we must parry—as the years increase—</div> - <div class='line'>The hazards of success, the risks of peace!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>What do we need to keep the nation whole,</div> - <div class='line'>To guard the pillars of the State? We need</div> - <div class='line'>The fine audacities of honest deed;</div> - <div class='line'>The homely old integrities of soul;</div> - <div class='line'>The swift temerities that take the part</div> - <div class='line'>Of outcast right—the wisdom of the heart;</div> - <div class='line'>Brave hopes that Mammon never can detain,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor sully with his gainless clutch for gain.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>We need the Cromwell fire to make us feel</div> - <div class='line'>The common burden and the public trust</div> - <div class='line'>To be a thing as sacred and august</div> - <div class='line'>As the white vigil where the angels kneel.</div> - <div class='line'>We need the faith to go a path untrod,</div> - <div class='line'>The power to be alone and vote with God.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Lizard</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I sit among the hoary trees</div> - <div class='line'>With Aristotle on my knees,</div> - <div class='line'>And turn with serious hand the pages,</div> - <div class='line'>Lost in the cobweb-hush of ages;</div> - <div class='line'>When suddenly with no more sound</div> - <div class='line'>Than any sunbeam on the ground,</div> - <div class='line'>The little hermit of the place</div> - <div class='line'>Is peering up into my face—</div> - <div class='line'>The slim gray hermit of the rocks,</div> - <div class='line'>With bright inquisitive, quick eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>His life a round of harks and shocks,</div> - <div class='line'>A little ripple of surprise.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Now lifted up, intense and still,</div> - <div class='line'>Sprung from the silence of the hill</div> - <div class='line'>He hangs upon the ledge a-glisten,</div> - <div class='line'>And his whole body seems to listen!</div> - <div class='line'>My pages give a little start,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>And he is gone! to be a part</div> - <div class='line'>Of the old cedar’s crumpled bark,</div> - <div class='line'>A mottled scar, a weather-mark!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>How halt am I, how mean of birth,</div> - <div class='line'>Beside this darting pulse of earth!</div> - <div class='line'>I only have the wit to look</div> - <div class='line'>Into a big presumptuous book,</div> - <div class='line'>To find some sage’s rigid plan</div> - <div class='line'>To tell me how to be a man.</div> - <div class='line'>Tradition lays its dead hand cold</div> - <div class='line'>Upon our youth—and we are old.</div> - <div class='line'>But this wise hermit, this gray friar,</div> - <div class='line'>He has no law but heart’s desire.</div> - <div class='line'>He somehow touches higher truth,</div> - <div class='line'>The circle of eternal youth.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Humming Bird</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A sudden whir of eager sound—</div> - <div class='line'>And now a something throbs around</div> - <div class='line'>The flowers that watch the fountain. Look!</div> - <div class='line'>It touched the rose, the green leaves shook,</div> - <div class='line'>I think, and yet so lightly tost</div> - <div class='line'>That not a spark of dew was lost.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Tell me, O Rose, what thing it is</div> - <div class='line'>That now appears, now vanishes?</div> - <div class='line'>Surely it took its fire-green hue</div> - <div class='line'>From daybreaks that it glittered through;</div> - <div class='line'>Quick, for this sparkle of the dawn</div> - <div class='line'>Glints through the garden and is gone.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>What was the message, Rose, what word;</div> - <div class='line'>Delight foretold, or hope deferred?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Round-Up</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Down, down the wild canyons we go in a flurry;</div> - <div class='line'>The cedars sweep by in their mystical hurry;</div> - <div class='line'>Gone into the wind are the languor and worry—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Gone into the west with the phantom moon.</div> - <div class='line'>Ho! there is the lord of the hills and the valleys;</div> - <div class='line'>It is he that leads in the midsummer sallies</div> - <div class='line'>High into the steeps where the gray chaparral is;</div> - <div class='line in2'>It is he that leads to the low lagoon.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Where the wild mustard splashes the slope with yellow,</div> - <div class='line'>He has turned at bay—ah, the powerful fellow!</div> - <div class='line'>See the toss of his head—hear the breath and the bellow;</div> - <div class='line in2'>How he tears the ground with his angry hoofs!</div> - <div class='line'>Now he breaks a wild path through the deep, plumy rushes,</div> - <div class='line'>(A loud bird high on a tamarack hushes)</div> - <div class='line'>Right on through a glory of crimson he crushes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>On into the gloom under leafy roofs.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>Oh, the joy of the wind in our faces! We follow</div> - <div class='line'>The cattle—we shout down the poppy-hung hollow.</div> - <div class='line'>Lo! out of the cliff we have startled a swallow,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And startled the echoes on rocky fells.</div> - <div class='line'>Ho! what was it passed? Were they leaves—were they sparrows</div> - <div class='line'>That whispered away like a hurtle of arrows?</div> - <div class='line'>The rose-odor thickens—the deep gorge narrows;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Now the herd takes down through the scented dells.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Speed, speed, leave the brooks to their potter and prattle;</div> - <div class='line'>Sweep on with the thunder and surge of the cattle,</div> - <div class='line'>The hurry, the voices, the keen joy of battle—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The hills and the wind and the open light.</div> - <div class='line'>Now on into camp by the sycamores yonder;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>Now o’er the guitar let the light fingers wander;</div> - <div class='line'>Let thoughts in the high heart grow pensive and fonder;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Then stars and the dream of a summer night.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Song of the Fay</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>My life is a dream, a dream,</div> - <div class='line'>In the moon’s cool beam;</div> - <div class='line'>Some day I shall wake and desire</div> - <div class='line'>A touch of the infinite fire.</div> - <div class='line'>But now ‘tis enough that I be</div> - <div class='line'>In the light on the sea;</div> - <div class='line'>Enough that I climb with the cloud</div> - <div class='line'>When the winds of the morning are loud;</div> - <div class='line'>Enough that I fade with my star</div> - <div class='line'>When the doors of the East unbar.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>My life is a long delight</div> - <div class='line'>In the wonder of night.</div> - <div class='line'>I quiet the heart of the rose</div> - <div class='line'>When she quakes at the thought of the snows;</div> - <div class='line'>I count the blown leaves of the Fall,</div> - <div class='line'>And I comfort them all.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>Sometimes I awake with a start</div> - <div class='line'>In the song of a poet’s heart.</div> - <div class='line'>Some day I shall know life whole—</div> - <div class='line'>Shall suffer and find me a soul.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The World-Purpose</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Men sadly say that Love’s high dream is vain,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That one force holds the heart—the hope of gain.</div> - <div class='line'>Are, then, the August Powers behind the veil</div> - <div class='line in2'>Weary of watch and powerless to prevail?</div> - <div class='line'>Have they grown palsied with the creep of age,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And do they burn no more with pallid rage?</div> - <div class='line'>Are the shrines empty and the altars cold,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where once the saints and heroes knelt of old?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Not so: the vast in-brothering of man—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The glory of the universe—began</div> - <div class='line'>When first the heart of the Mother Darkness heard</div> - <div class='line in2'>The Whisper, and the ancient chaos stirred.</div> - <div class='line'>Ever the feet of Christ were in events,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Bridging the seas, shaking the continents.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>His feet are heard in the historic march</div> - <div class='line in2'>Under the whirlwind, under the starry arch.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>Forever the Great Purpose presses on,</div> - <div class='line in2'>From darkness unto darkness, dawn to dawn,</div> - <div class='line'>Resolved to lay the rafter and the beam</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of Justice—the imperishable Dream.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>This is the voice of Time against the Hours;</div> - <div class='line in2'>This is the witness of the Cosmic Powers;</div> - <div class='line'>This is the Music of the Ages—this</div> - <div class='line in2'>The song whose first note broke the First Abyss.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>All that we glory in was once a dream;</div> - <div class='line in2'>The World-Will marches onward, gleam by gleam.</div> - <div class='line'>New voices speak, dead paths begin to stir:</div> - <div class='line in2'>Man is emerging from the sepulchre!</div> - <div class='line'>Let no man dare, let no man ever dare</div> - <div class='line in2'>To mark on Time’s great way, “No Thoroughfare!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span> - <h2 class='c005'>To Young America</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In spite of the stare of the wise and the world’s derision,</div> - <div class='line'>Dare travel the star-blazed road, dare follow the Vision.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It breaks as a hush on the soul in the wonder of youth;</div> - <div class='line'>And the lyrical dream of the boy is the kingly truth.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The world is a vapor, and only the Vision is real—</div> - <div class='line'>Yea, nothing can hold against Hell but the Wingèd Ideal.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Brown o’ the Year</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>What would you speak with that visage old,</div> - <div class='line in2'>O cliff by the windy shore?</div> - <div class='line'>What passion that never a song could hold—</div> - <div class='line in2'>What word of the Nevermore?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>What would you tell with that silent look,</div> - <div class='line in2'>O bleak, bare oak by the way?</div> - <div class='line'>Earth’s grief is all in that bough that shook,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That leaf that could not stay.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Wind of the Fall</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I hear that wail in the windy pine</div> - <div class='line in2'>And I suddenly know:</div> - <div class='line'>It wakes in my heart a dream divine</div> - <div class='line in2'>And a sacred woe.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I heard that cry from your spirit then,</div> - <div class='line in2'>O wind of the Fall!</div> - <div class='line'>I, too, have carried the grief of men;</div> - <div class='line in2'>I have felt it all.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Free Press</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Hail, young Prometheus, risen again to Time,</div> - <div class='line'>The friend of man and foeman of man’s Foe!</div> - <div class='line'>Climb the new heavens and seize the nobler fire.</div> - <div class='line'>Still teach the wisdom of the plough and loom,</div> - <div class='line'>The sweetness of the threshold and the hearth.</div> - <div class='line'>Be to the sower of the field a sign</div> - <div class='line'>To point the circuits of the frost, a voice</div> - <div class='line'>To cry the coming of the hurricane.</div> - <div class='line'>Be to the scholar, by his waning lamp,</div> - <div class='line'>A bringer of the tidings of the stars,</div> - <div class='line'>News of the forces and the frame of things.</div> - <div class='line'>Be to the poet, leagued with Death and Eld,</div> - <div class='line'>A Memnon whisper of the Mystery,</div> - <div class='line'>Life’s lofty joy and immemorial grief.</div> - <div class='line'>Be to the calm historian a glass</div> - <div class='line'>Where, through the rush of phantoms, he can see</div> - <div class='line'>The majesty and quietness of Truth,</div> - <div class='line'>The craft of God, the lure and threat of Time.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>Hail, Titan, with the hair upon your breast!</div> - <div class='line'>Be terrible in battle to throw down</div> - <div class='line'>The stronghold of the traitors and their crew.</div> - <div class='line'>Flash down the sky-born lightnings of the Pen;</div> - <div class='line'>Let loose the cramped-up thunders of the Types.</div> - <div class='line'>Hurl on the Jupiter of Greed enthroned</div> - <div class='line'>Defiance, endless challenge, fire of scorn.</div> - <div class='line'>Stand out upon the walls of darkness—stand</div> - <div class='line'>A young god with a bugle at his lips</div> - <div class='line'>To rouse the watchmen sleeping on their towers.</div> - <div class='line'>Fling out the banner of the People’s Right—</div> - <div class='line'>A flag in love with all the winds of heaven;</div> - <div class='line'>Plunge your dread sword into the Spoiler’s den;</div> - <div class='line'>Hurl down into the faces of the thieves</div> - <div class='line'>The blaze of its intolerable light....</div> - <div class='line'>Fail not, for in your failure Freedom fails!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span> - <h2 class='c005'>A Bargain</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Scoffer, you cry, “Where is your ‘other world,’</div> - <div class='line in2'>Your fabled heaven in far eternities?”</div> - <div class='line'>Well said, but first, before your lip is curled,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Tell (’tis a little thing) where <em>this</em> world is!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span> - <h2 class='c005'>“Inasmuch....”</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Wild tempest swirled on Moscow’s castled height;</div> - <div class='line'>Wild sleet shot slanting down the wind of night;</div> - <div class='line'>Quick snarling mouths from out the darkness sprang</div> - <div class='line'>To strike you in the face with tooth and fang.</div> - <div class='line'>Javelins of ice hung on the roofs of all;</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The very stones were aching in the wall,</div> - <div class='line'>Where Ivan stood a watchman on his hour,</div> - <div class='line'>Guarding the Kremlin by the northern tower,</div> - <div class='line'>When, lo! a half-bare beggar tottered past,</div> - <div class='line'>Shrunk up and stiffened in the bitter blast.</div> - <div class='line'>A heap of misery he drifted by,</div> - <div class='line'>And from the heap came out a broken cry.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>At this the watchman straightened with a start;</div> - <div class='line'>A tender grief was tugging at his heart,</div> - <div class='line'>The thought of his dead father, bent and old</div> - <div class='line'>And lying lonesome in the ground so cold.</div> - <div class='line'>Then cried the watchman starting from his post:</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>“Little father, this is yours; you need it most!”</div> - <div class='line'>And tearing off his hairy coat, he ran</div> - <div class='line'>And wrapt it warm around the beggar man.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>That night the piling snows began to fall,</div> - <div class='line'>And the good watchman died beside the wall.</div> - <div class='line'>But waking in the Better Land that lies</div> - <div class='line'>Beyond the reaches of these cooping skies,</div> - <div class='line'>Behold, the Lord came out to greet him home,</div> - <div class='line'>Wearing the coat he gave by Moscow’s dome—</div> - <div class='line'>Wearing the hairy heavy coat he gave</div> - <div class='line'>By Moscow’s tower before he felt the grave!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And Ivan, by the old Earth-memory stirred,</div> - <div class='line'>Cried softly with a wonder in his word:</div> - <div class='line'>“And where, dear Lord, found you this coat of mine,</div> - <div class='line'>A thing unfit for glory such as Thine?”</div> - <div class='line'>Then the Lord answered with a look of light:</div> - <div class='line'>“This coat, My son, you gave to Me last night.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span> - <h2 class='c005'>“The Father’s Business”</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Who puts back into place a fallen bar,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or flings a rock out of a traveled road,</div> - <div class='line'>His feet are moving toward the central star,</div> - <div class='line in2'>His name is whispered in the God’s abode.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span> - <h2 class='c005'>A Guard of the Sepulchre</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c006'><em>Behold, some of the watch came into the city and told -unto the Chief Priests all the things that were come to pass, -and ... they gave large money unto the soldiers, saying: -Say, His disciples came by night and stole Him away while -we slept.</em>—<span class='sc'>Matthew.</span></p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I was a Roman soldier in my prime;</div> - <div class='line'>Now age is on me and the yoke of time.</div> - <div class='line'>I saw your Risen Christ, for I am he</div> - <div class='line'>Who reached the hyssop to Him on the tree;</div> - <div class='line'>And I am one of two who watched beside</div> - <div class='line'>The Sepulchre of Him we crucified.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>All that last night I watched with sleepless eyes;</div> - <div class='line'>Great stars arose and crept across the skies.</div> - <div class='line'>The world was all too still for mortal rest,</div> - <div class='line'>For pitiless thoughts were busy in the breast.</div> - <div class='line'>The night was long, so long, it seemed at last</div> - <div class='line'>I had grown old and a long life had passed.</div> - <div class='line'>Far off the hills of Moab, touched with light,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>Were swimming in the hollow of the night.</div> - <div class='line'>I saw Jerusalem all wrapped in cloud,</div> - <div class='line'>Stretched like a dead thing folded in a shroud.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Once in the pauses of our whispered talk,</div> - <div class='line'>I heard a something on the garden walk.</div> - <div class='line'>Perhaps it was a crisp leaf lightly stirred—</div> - <div class='line'>Perhaps the dream-note of a waking bird.</div> - <div class='line'>Then suddenly an angel burning white</div> - <div class='line'>Came down with earthquake in the breaking light,</div> - <div class='line'>And rolled the great stone from the Sepulchre,</div> - <div class='line'>Mixing the morning with a scent of myrrh.</div> - <div class='line'>And lo, the Dead had risen with the day:</div> - <div class='line'>The Man of Mystery had gone His way!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Years have I wandered, carrying my shame;</div> - <div class='line'>Now let the Tooth of Time eat out my name.</div> - <div class='line'>For we, who all the Wonder might have told,</div> - <div class='line'>Kept silence, for our mouths were stopt with gold.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Song of the Shepherds</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c006'><em>And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising -God for all the things that they had heard and seen.</em>—<span class='sc'>Luke.</span></p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It was near the first cock-crowing,</div> - <div class='line'>And Orion’s wheel was going,</div> - <div class='line'>When an angel stood before us and our hearts were sore afraid.</div> - <div class='line'>Lo, his face was like the lightning,</div> - <div class='line'>When the walls of heaven are whitening,</div> - <div class='line'>And he brought us wondrous tidings of a joy that shall not fade.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then a Splendor shone around us,</div> - <div class='line'>In the still field where he found us,</div> - <div class='line'>A-watch upon the Shepherd Tower and waiting for the light;</div> - <div class='line'>There where David as a stripling,</div> - <div class='line'>Saw the ewes and lambs go rippling</div> - <div class='line'>Down the little hills and hollows at the falling of the night.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>Oh, what tender, sudden faces</div> - <div class='line'>Filled the old familiar places,</div> - <div class='line'>The barley-fields where Ruth of old went gleaning with the birds!</div> - <div class='line'>Down the skies the host came swirling,</div> - <div class='line'>Like sea-waters white and whirling,</div> - <div class='line'>And our hearts were strangely shaken by the wonder of their words.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Haste, O people: all are bidden—</div> - <div class='line'>Haste from places, high or hidden:</div> - <div class='line'>In Mary’s Child the Kingdom comes, the heaven in beauty bends!</div> - <div class='line'>He has made all life completer:</div> - <div class='line'>He has made the Plain Way sweeter,</div> - <div class='line'>For the stall is His first shelter and the cattle His first friends.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>He has come! the skies are telling:</div> - <div class='line'>He has quit the glorious dwelling;</div> - <div class='line'>And first the tidings came to us, the humble shepherd folk.</div> - <div class='line'>He has come to field and manger,</div> - <div class='line'>And no more is God a Stranger:</div> - <div class='line'>He comes as Common Man at home with cart and crookèd yoke.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>As the shadow of a cedar</div> - <div class='line'>To a traveller in gray Kedar</div> - <div class='line'>Will be the kingdom of His love, the kingdom without end.</div> - <div class='line'>Tongues and Ages may disclaim Him,</div> - <div class='line'>Yet the Heaven of heavens will name Him</div> - <div class='line'>Lord of peoples, Light of nations, elder Brother, tender Friend.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Prince of Whim</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Borne on like a bubble</div> - <div class='line'>In bright little trouble</div> - <div class='line in2'>My elf child glimmers and goes;</div> - <div class='line'>As glad as a throstle</div> - <div class='line'>Whose tremolos jostle</div> - <div class='line in2'>The rain on the leaf of a rose.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He comes in a twinkling,</div> - <div class='line'>With never an inkling</div> - <div class='line in2'>That law is not one with his word;</div> - <div class='line'>But gives me good wages,</div> - <div class='line'>The penny of ages—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Love wild as the heart of a bird.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He laughs down my quiet,</div> - <div class='line'>This lord of the riot,</div> - <div class='line in2'>This Prince of the Kingdom of Whim;</div> - <div class='line'>The world is his castle,</div> - <div class='line'>And I am his vassal</div> - <div class='line in2'>To trumpet the triumphs of him!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Plowman</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>His furrows are darkening into the hollow,</div> - <div class='line'>Lightly behind him the blackbirds follow—</div> - <div class='line'>By quick little journeys they follow and whistle.</div> - <div class='line'>Now a gossamer ship breaks away to the blue</div> - <div class='line'>(Who stands by the railing and waves adieu?)</div> - <div class='line'>All night it was moored to a thistle.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Who knows the glad business afoot on the by-way?</div> - <div class='line'>Who know the bold hopes sent adrift on the skyway?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Song’s Eternity</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Into the song of the Poet are builded the things that endure:</div> - <div class='line'>The Pillars of Karnak will crumble but the song of Shelley is sure.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It will hold through the ages of ages, like the heavens steadied in air:</div> - <div class='line'>The hoofs that trample the kingdoms down that miracle must spare.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The God of Song and Mirth</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Twas the God of Song and Mirth</div> - <div class='line'>Who descended to the Earth.</div> - <div class='line'>It was He who veiled His face</div> - <div class='line'>In the sorrow of the race;</div> - <div class='line'>He who toiled at Nazareth,</div> - <div class='line'>Going with us down to death;</div> - <div class='line'>He who bowed the heavens for men,</div> - <div class='line'>And arose to light again.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Twas the First-born Son of Light</div> - <div class='line'>Shone upon the human night,</div> - <div class='line'>Bringing down the Final Truth</div> - <div class='line'>In His deep, eternal youth.</div> - <div class='line'>God was reconciled to man</div> - <div class='line'>When the ages first began;</div> - <div class='line'>But that man be reconciled</div> - <div class='line'>God became a little child.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>So appeared the God of Song</div> - <div class='line'>In the planet going wrong;</div> - <div class='line'>So appeared the God of Light,</div> - <div class='line'>God of Passion still and white;</div> - <div class='line'>Came to help us lift the weight</div> - <div class='line'>Of the planetary fate;</div> - <div class='line'>Came and taught the one relief</div> - <div class='line'>For the gray primeval grief—</div> - <div class='line'>Taught that Love, though deified,</div> - <div class='line'>Could not set the Law aside.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span> - <h2 class='c005'>St. Elizabeth of Hungary</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I think of that friend of the people that lady of long ago,</div> - <div class='line'>That high-born dame of Hungary who felt the common woe—</div> - <div class='line'>Who loved the work-worn multitude whose pillow is a stone,</div> - <div class='line'>And felt beat in upon her heart their sorrow as her own.</div> - <div class='line'>She bent to lift, for in her blood ran some heroic strain</div> - <div class='line'>Of simple serving majesty strayed down from Charlemagne.</div> - <div class='line'>Queen of a hundred legends, star of a misty past,</div> - <div class='line'>While cities rise and cities fade, her memory will last.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It was upon a Christmas eve, and all the world was white</div> - <div class='line'>With snow that sent an awesome hush on hollow and on height;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>And green boughs bended with hoar weight, and under them the birds</div> - <div class='line'>Huddled together, making friends with little hornèd herds.</div> - <div class='line'>And far from soundless gorges in the soundless forest deep,</div> - <div class='line'>The wild boar humped up closer in the hollow of his heap;</div> - <div class='line'>And workers huddled in their huts among the stiffened trees,</div> - <div class='line'>The doorstones blue with ice, the eaves with frosty filigrees.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And Horsel’s peak hung ghostly still upon the wintry sky,</div> - <div class='line'>But Wartburg’s castle-hall was filled with many a joyous cry,</div> - <div class='line'>With hurrying feet and merry fleer of scullion, churl, and maid,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>For now within a happy hour the banquet must be laid.</div> - <div class='line'>Pert pages in their purfled shoes went twinkling in and out,</div> - <div class='line'>And from the towers came snatch of song and many a ruddy shout.</div> - <div class='line'>Elizabeth was there above, among her maiden band,</div> - <div class='line'>Spinning the new-cut wool to warm the naked of her land.</div> - <div class='line'>(O serving queen, I honor thee—queen of a day gone down,</div> - <div class='line'>Who carried dimly in thy heart the meaning of the crown!)</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And now the steward gave a sign, and on the frosty moats</div> - <div class='line'>The sceptered heralds blew again their crisp and crinkling notes.</div> - <div class='line'>There fell a momentary hush upon the corridors;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>Then stir of feet, then whisper of silk gowns across the floors</div> - <div class='line'>Came onward like the tumult of white barley in the breeze;</div> - <div class='line'>Then young Elizabeth the Moon, leading her Pleiades!</div> - <div class='line'>Their robes were shot with thread of gold that into blossom broke,</div> - <div class='line'>And jewels darkling in their hair at every motion woke—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Yolinda, Bertrade, Thekla, Brune, Bertilla, Hildegarde,</div> - <div class='line'>And Kinga, tallest of the seven, and by her side the bard,</div> - <div class='line'>Gray Vogelweide, the lyric swan, telling with flash of youth,</div> - <div class='line'>How once he stood against the world for Hungary and truth—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>How singing in this knightly hall, circled by courtly throng,</div> - <div class='line'>He fought the star of Austria in Wartburg’s War of Song.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then the young sovereign Lewis and his guests swept glowing in—</div> - <div class='line'>Lord, liegeman, shaggy baron, gallant knight and paladin,</div> - <div class='line'>Each with a winsome lady and a wreath of storied days:</div> - <div class='line'>Dark Rudolph home from Holy War with Lion Richard’s praise;</div> - <div class='line'>Walter the Falconer, and Franz, the flower of Hesse’s men,</div> - <div class='line'>Who brought Elizabeth a sword torn from a Saracen;</div> - <div class='line'>Hellgraf with jewelled glove agleam high in his helmet’s hold,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>A glove she gave a beggar once and he bought back with gold.</div> - <div class='line'>And so the throng came eddying in, and with the splendor went</div> - <div class='line'>Ripple of silver laughter and of whispered compliment.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The torches flamed and faltered, sending up white whirls of smoke,</div> - <div class='line'>To hang as twilight in the roof raftered with crookèd oak.</div> - <div class='line'>Up from the chimney log the notes of many woodlands sang;</div> - <div class='line'>Quick through the flame the colors of a hundred summers sprang.</div> - <div class='line'>The blaze threw on the arrased wall a gush of golden light,</div> - <div class='line'>Where hung Saint Stephen’s shield between two angels in still flight,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>Forever moving upward toward the cherubs overhead,</div> - <div class='line'>Now sinking into shade and now breaking to rosy red.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A swinging door, a spicy smell, and beaming Hugolin</div> - <div class='line'>With smoking boar’s head lifted high came proudly panting in.</div> - <div class='line'>And as the sparkling feast went on the board began to stir</div> - <div class='line'>With talk of knightly valor and the Holy Sepulchre,</div> - <div class='line'>With prattle of the tidings from Jerusalem and Rome;</div> - <div class='line'>But sweet Elizabeth, her thoughts were not so far from home.</div> - <div class='line'>In spite of rosy radiance, in spite of trumpet calls,</div> - <div class='line'>The Sorrow of the People sent its shadow through the walls.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>For sitting there beside her lord a sudden silence came</div> - <div class='line'>Upon her soul, and all the voices and the horn’s acclaim</div> - <div class='line'>Died; and the glowing pageant broke and faded into air,</div> - <div class='line'>And only the faces of the poor whose tables are so bare</div> - <div class='line'>Pressed in upon her soul that night, pressed in that gala night;</div> - <div class='line'>Only the toilers’ cheerless homes rose on her inward sight.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And then a graver thought let in a darkness on her heart—</div> - <div class='line'>A thought of all the feasts they spread of which they have no part—</div> - <div class='line'>A thought, too, of this splendor on this holy Christmas eve,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>A splendor wrung from toiling hands by those that tax and thieve.</div> - <div class='line'>Of all those fragrant dishes only two would not profane;</div> - <div class='line'>Only the bread and water there had come of honest gain;</div> - <div class='line'>These only were not pilfered from the toiler’s lean supply;</div> - <div class='line'>And these she took with happy hands, but let the rest go by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And so the table roared away into the winter night,</div> - <div class='line'>Until the toasts went round the board with laughter at the height.</div> - <div class='line'>They drank to saints and prophets old, to Peter and Isadore,</div> - <div class='line'>To Stephen, Vincent, Boniface, and to a dozen more.</div> - <div class='line'>Then valiant Wolfram in his turn upstarted with a cry:</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>“Drink to Archangel Michael, that good fighter in the sky,</div> - <div class='line'>That prince of God that all the hosts of Satan could not tame!”</div> - <div class='line'>Up to their feet the feasters sprang at that great angel’s name.</div> - <div class='line'>Clinking their cups from side to side, they made, in the torches’ flare,</div> - <div class='line'>The sign of the cross with their jewelled cups high flashing in the air.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Now cried the duke: “Not all the saints have felt the wind of death;</div> - <div class='line'>Come, drink to one who walks the Earth, my wife Elizabeth;</div> - <div class='line'>And I will pledge her beauty with this water in her cup.”</div> - <div class='line'>So stooping down he caught and swung her golden goblet up,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>And tasted—paused—tasted again, for lo, it was rare wine!</div> - <div class='line'>More strangely sweet than any juice pressed from an earthly vine.</div> - <div class='line'>“Ho, varlet, from what pipe this wine and from what cellar shelf?”</div> - <div class='line'>“From good Saint Kilian’s well, sire, and I drew it up myself!”</div> - <div class='line'>She flushed; the table stared; the duke looked foolishly about,</div> - <div class='line'>The hall so still they heard far bells breaking the night without.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then up spake Helias the Seer: “I saw the water poured—</div> - <div class='line'>Saw, too, an angel bending by our lady at the board,</div> - <div class='line'>Pouring with courteous gesture from a flagon of red wine,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>Then fading in the brightness of the firelight’s dancing shine.”</div> - <div class='line'>She heard in glad amaze: he wins God’s favor unawares</div> - <div class='line'>Who, self-forgot in brother love, a brother’s burden bears.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in7'>*       *       *       *       *</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And this seven centuries ago. And now her sainted feet</div> - <div class='line'>Are on the fields of Paradise, making its old paths sweet.</div> - <div class='line'>And there she has her fill of love where the Friendly City is,</div> - <div class='line'>Her warm hands white with labor in God’s busy palaces.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Joy-Maker</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Time’s touch can dim our sorrows and destroy,</div> - <div class='line'>But only Art can turn them into joy.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Face of Life</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>An Adaptation.</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Life cried to Youth, “I bear the cryptic key:</div> - <div class='line'>I grant you two desires, but only two.</div> - <div class='line'>What gifts have I to crown and comfort you?”</div> - <div class='line'>Youth answered, “I am blind and I would see;</div> - <div class='line'>Open my eyes and let me look on thee.”</div> - <div class='line'>‘Twas done: he saw the face of Life, and then</div> - <div class='line'>Cried brokenly, “Now make me blind again!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Story of Bacchus</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em>A Grecian legend</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>What boy with his face to the Ægean Sea</div> - <div class='line'>Went threading his way over mountain and plain,</div> - <div class='line'>With a spirit as glad as a blossoming tree?</div> - <div class='line'>It was Bacchus, now pure as the wild white rain,</div> - <div class='line'>But soon to be worshiped by mortals, with passion and sorrow and pain.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He had found a vine on the forest ways,</div> - <div class='line'>And a skeleton bird in a rocky pass</div> - <div class='line'>To shelter the leaf from the sunny rays;</div> - <div class='line'>But it grew till he sheltered them both, alas,</div> - <div class='line'>In the hollow skull of a lion, and then in the skull of an ass!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>As he lay at noon in a mossy rest,</div> - <div class='line'>The vine had shot up all a-tremble with light.</div> - <div class='line'>Now he bears it home—(O the doom unguessed!)</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>On, on, while the hills swing away out of sight—</div> - <div class='line'>Till the misty far mountains rise dimly, and pass in a silent flight.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>At last when his garden was furrowed, he found</div> - <div class='line'>That the bones were all twined by the lusty root;</div> - <div class='line'>So he planted the whole in the deep-stirred ground,</div> - <div class='line'>And lightly danced to his Lydian flute,</div> - <div class='line'>While the leafy depths of the eerie vine purpled with clustering fruit.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then he made him wine—for it was the grape—</div> - <div class='line'>And darkened its depths with a perilous spell,</div> - <div class='line'>And gave it to man with the angel shape,</div> - <div class='line'>When lo! a wonder and terror befell—</div> - <div class='line'>Was it a wonder from Heaven—was it a terror from Hell?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>For he drinks—and he carols and sings like a bird!</div> - <div class='line'>And drinking again of the magical glass,</div> - <div class='line'>He is proud as a lion when passion-stirred!</div> - <div class='line'>But drinking once more of the liquor, alas,</div> - <div class='line'>He loses the shape of the angel, and takes on the shape of an ass!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Lost Lands</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I mind me once in boyhood when the mist</div> - <div class='line'>Swirled round me, ash of pearl and amethyst,</div> - <div class='line'>How, in an unknown, difficult, high place,</div> - <div class='line'>I pushed the green boughs backward from my face,</div> - <div class='line'>And with a fire along the blood, a cry,</div> - <div class='line'>Rode out upon a headland in the sky.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I know not in what world it was—Mirak</div> - <div class='line'>Or Algol, or some further Zodiac!</div> - <div class='line'>I looked down on a sea of fog below;</div> - <div class='line'>Saw strange lands rise, strange waters furl and flow,</div> - <div class='line'>Breaking on newly lifted reefs and shores—</div> - <div class='line'>New Africas, new Indies, new Azores—</div> - <div class='line'>Lands that allured me to illustrious deed,</div> - <div class='line'>Past Roland’s fame, and all his knightly breed—</div> - <div class='line'>Fringes of lands no foot had ever found,</div> - <div class='line'>Where billows climbed and burst without a sound;</div> - <div class='line'>While further still, on dim untraveled seas,</div> - <div class='line'>Gleamed lost Atlantis, lost Hesperides.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Poet-Lore</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The poet is forever young</div> - <div class='line'>And speaks the one immortal tongue.</div> - <div class='line'>To him the wonder never dies,</div> - <div class='line'>For youth is looking through his eyes.</div> - <div class='line'>Pale listener at the heart of things,</div> - <div class='line'>He hears the voices and the wings:</div> - <div class='line'>He hears the skylark overhead—</div> - <div class='line'>Hears the far footfalls of the dead.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When the swift Muses seize their child,</div> - <div class='line'>Then God has gladness rich and wild;</div> - <div class='line'>For when the bard is caught and hurled,</div> - <div class='line'>A splendor breaks across the world.</div> - <div class='line'>His song distils a saving power</div> - <div class='line'>From foot-worn stone, from wayside flower.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He knows the gospel of the trees,</div> - <div class='line'>The whispered message of the seas;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>Finds in some beetle on the road</div> - <div class='line'>A power to lift the human load;</div> - <div class='line'>Sees, in some dead leaf dried and curled,</div> - <div class='line'>The deeper meaning of the world;</div> - <div class='line'>Hears through the roar of mortal things</div> - <div class='line'>The God’s immortal whisperings;</div> - <div class='line'>Sees the world-wonder rise and fall,</div> - <div class='line'>And knows that Beauty made it all.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He walks the circle of the sun,</div> - <div class='line'>And sees the bright Powers laugh and run.</div> - <div class='line'>He feels the motion of the sphere,</div> - <div class='line'>And builds his song in sacred fear.</div> - <div class='line'>He finds the faithful witness hid</div> - <div class='line'>In poppy-head and Pyramid.</div> - <div class='line'>The Golden Heaven or the Pit—</div> - <div class='line'>He shakes the music out of it.</div> - <div class='line'>All things yield up their souls to him</div> - <div class='line'>From dateless dust to seraphim.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span> - <h2 class='c005'>The Hindered Guest</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Friar Hilary, of Barbizon,</div> - <div class='line'>(Rest to his soul where his soul has gone!)</div> - <div class='line'>Was a man whose life was long perplexed</div> - <div class='line'>By pious juggles with the text.</div> - <div class='line'>The logic of St. Thomas’ books</div> - <div class='line'>Was fastened to his mind with hooks.</div> - <div class='line'>He knew Tertullian’s work complete—</div> - <div class='line'>That treatise on the Paraclete.</div> - <div class='line'>He knew the words Chrysostom hurled</div> - <div class='line'>In golden thunder on the world;</div> - <div class='line'>And he could commentate and quote</div> - <div class='line'>The thirteen books Saint Cyril wrote.</div> - <div class='line'>The controversies of Jerome,</div> - <div class='line'>He could recite them, tome by tome.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The friar was tall and spare and spent,</div> - <div class='line'>Like a cedar of Lebanon bare and bent.</div> - <div class='line'>His eyes were sunken and burned too bright,</div> - <div class='line'>Like restless stars in the pit of night.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>The friar had built a tower of stone,</div> - <div class='line'>And dwelt far up in a cell alone;</div> - <div class='line'>And from the turret, gray in air,</div> - <div class='line'>He called to God with psalm and prayer,</div> - <div class='line'>To come as he did to the wise of old—</div> - <div class='line'>To come as the ancient voice foretold.</div> - <div class='line'>All day the hawk swung overhead;</div> - <div class='line'>All day the holy page was read.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>One bleak December he fasted sore,</div> - <div class='line'>That Christ might knock at his low door—</div> - <div class='line'>Lord Jesus shine across the floor.</div> - <div class='line'>For he was hungry to be fed</div> - <div class='line'>With the holy love, with the mystic bread.</div> - <div class='line'>Yet Christ came not to sup with him,</div> - <div class='line'>And Christmas Eve fell chilly and dim.</div> - <div class='line'>“Where art Thou?” he would cry and hark,</div> - <div class='line'>While echoes answered in the dark....</div> - <div class='line'>Where was the Lord—was he afar,</div> - <div class='line'>Throned calmly on the central star?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>Now suddenly there came a cry</div> - <div class='line'>As of a mortal like to die.</div> - <div class='line'>Up sprang the friar, the doors of oak</div> - <div class='line'>He flung asunder at a stroke.</div> - <div class='line'>Down stair by stair his quick feet flew,</div> - <div class='line'>Startling the owls that the rafters knew,</div> - <div class='line'>Breaking the webs that barred the way,</div> - <div class='line'>Crushing the mosses that fear the day.</div> - <div class='line'>Into the pitiless street he ran</div> - <div class='line'>To find a stricken fellow-man,</div> - <div class='line'>And carry him in upon his breast,</div> - <div class='line'>With many a halt on the stairs for rest.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He washed the feet and stroked the hair,</div> - <div class='line'>And for the once forgot his prayer.</div> - <div class='line'>He gave him wine that the Pope had sent</div> - <div class='line'>For some great day of the Sacrament;</div> - <div class='line'>And looking up, behold, at his side</div> - <div class='line'>Was bending also the Crucified!</div> - <div class='line'>He had come at last to the lonesome place,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>And standing there with a courteous grace,</div> - <div class='line'>Threw sainted light on the friar’s face.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And then the Master said: “My son,</div> - <div class='line'>My children on my errands run;</div> - <div class='line'>And when you flung the psalter by</div> - <div class='line'>And hurried to a brother’s cry,</div> - <div class='line'>You turned at last your rusty key,</div> - <div class='line'>And left the door ajar for Me.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span> - <h2 class='c005'>Supplication</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Give me heart-touch with all that live,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And strength to speak my word;</div> - <div class='line'>But if that is denied me, give</div> - <div class='line in2'>The strength to live unheard.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>[THE END]</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='tnotes'> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES</h2> -</div> - <ol class='ol_1 c003'> - <li>Silently corrected typographical errors. - - </li> - <li>Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed. - </li> - </ol> - -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lincoln & other poems, by Edwin Markham - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LINCOLN & OTHER POEMS *** - -***** This file should be named 54527-h.htm or 54527-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/4/5/2/54527/ - -Produced by Richard Tonsing and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - 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