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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online -at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The golden whales of California and other rhymes in the American language</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Vachel Lindsay</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: February 7, 2023 [eBook #69969]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: D A Alexander, Krista Zaleski and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GOLDEN WHALES OF CALIFORNIA AND OTHER RHYMES IN THE AMERICAN LANGUAGE ***</div> - - - - -<h1> THE GOLDEN WHALES - OF CALIFORNIA</h1> - -<p class="center"> AND OTHER RHYMES IN THE - AMERICAN LANGUAGE -</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter bbox"> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LIST_OF_THE_BOOKS_OF_VACHEL_LINDSAY">LIST OF THE BOOKS OF VACHEL LINDSAY</h2> - - -<p><i>Prose</i>:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>A Handy Guide for Beggars</p> - -<p>Adventures While Preaching the Gospel of Beauty</p> - -<p>The Art of the Moving Picture</p> -</div> - - -<p><i>Verse</i>:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>General William Booth Enters into Heaven and Other Poems</p> - -<p>The Congo and Other Poems</p> - -<p>The Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems</p> - -<p>The Golden Whales of California and Other Rhymes in the -American Language</p> -</div> - -<p>It is suggested that those who are interested in a complete view of -these works should take them in the above order. They are all published -by The Macmillan Company.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> - - - - -<p class="center xbig"> THE GOLDEN WHALES - OF CALIFORNIA</p> - -<p class="center big"> AND OTHER RHYMES IN THE - AMERICAN LANGUAGE</p> - -<p class="center p4"> BY<br> - VACHEL LINDSAY</p> - -</div> -<p class="center p6"> New York<br> - THE MACMILLAN COMPANY<br> - 1920</p> - -<p class="center p6"> <i>All rights reserved</i> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="center"> -<span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1920,<br> -<span class="smcap">By</span> THE MACMILLAN COMPANY<br> -<br> -Set up and electrotyped. Published January, 1920.<br> -</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="center"> -<span class="small">THIS BOOK IS INSCRIBED<br> -<br> -TO</span><br> -<br> -ISADORA BENNETT,<br> -<span class="small">CITIZEN OF SPRINGFIELD,</span><br> -<br> -because she helped me to write many of<br> -the pieces, from the Golden Whales<br> -of California to Alexander Campbell,<br> -and because she danced<br> -the Daniel Jazz.<br> -</p> - -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> - - - -<p>For permission to reprint some of the verses in this volume the author -is indebted to the courtesy of the editors and publishers of <i>The -Chicago Daily News</i>, <i>Poetry</i> (Chicago), <i>Contemporary -Verse</i>, <i>The New Republic</i>, <i>The Forum</i>, Books and the -Book World of the <i>New York Sun</i>, <i>Others</i>, <i>The Red Cross -Magazine</i>, <i>Youth</i>, <i>The Independent</i>, and William Stanley -Braithwaite’s anthology entitled “Victory.”</p> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="TABLE_OF_CONTENTS">TABLE OF CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - - -<table class="autotable"> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"></td> -<td class="tdr">PAGE</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Word on California, Photoplays, and Saint Francis</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_xiii">xiii</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">FIRST SECTION</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">THE LONGER PIECES, WITH INTERLUDES</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Golden Whales of California</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Kalamazoo</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">John L. Sullivan, the Strong Boy of Boston</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Rameses II</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Moses</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Rhyme for All Zionists</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Meditation on the Sun</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Dante</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Comet of Prophecy</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Shantung, or the Empire of China Is Crumbling Down</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Last Song of Lucifer</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">SECOND SECTION</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">A RHYMED SCENARIO, SOME POEM GAMES, AND THE LIKE</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Doll’s “Arabian Nights”</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Lame Boy and the Fairy</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Blacksmith’s Serenade</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Apple Blossom Snow Blues</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Daniel Jazz</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">When Peter Jackson Preached in the Old Church</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Conscientious Deacon</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Davy Jones’ Door-Bell</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Sea Serpent Chantey</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Little Turtle</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">THIRD SECTION</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">COBWEBS AND CABLES</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Scientific Aspiration</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Visit to Mab</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Song of the Sturdy Snails</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Another Word on the Scientific Aspiration</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Dancing for a Prize</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Cold Sunbeams</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">For All Who Ever Sent Lace Valentines</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">My Lady Is Compared to a Young Tree</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">To Eve, Man’s Dream of Wifehood, as Described by Milton</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Kind of Scorn</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Harps in Heaven</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Celestial Circus</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Fire-Laddie, Love</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">FOURTH SECTION</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">RHYMES CONCERNING THE LATE WORLD WAR, AND THE NEXT WAR</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">In Memory of My Friend Joyce Kilmer, Poet and Soldier</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Tiger on Parade</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Fever Called War</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Stanzas in Just the Right Tone for the Spirited Gentleman Who Would Conquer Mexico</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Modest Jazz-Bird</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_140">140</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Statue of Old Andrew Jackson</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sew the Flags Together</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Justinian</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Voice of St. Francis of Assisi</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">In Which Roosevelt Is Compared to Saul</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Hail to the Sons of Roosevelt</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Spacious Days of Roosevelt</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_155">155</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">FIFTH SECTION</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdc" colspan="2">RHYMES OF THE MIDDLE WEST AND SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">When the Mississippi Flowed in Indiana</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Fairy from the Apple-Seed</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Hot Time in the Old Town</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Dream of All of the Springfield Writers</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Springfield of the Far Future</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">After Reading the Sad Story of the Fall of Babylon</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Alexander Campbell</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</span> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_WORD_ON_CALIFORNIA_PHOTOPLAYS_AND_SAINT_FRANCIS">A WORD ON CALIFORNIA, PHOTOPLAYS, AND SAINT FRANCIS</h2> -</div> - - -<p>In <i>The Art of the Moving Picture</i>, in the chapter on California -and America, I said, in part:</p> - -<p>“The moving picture captains of industry, like the California gold -finders of 1849, making colossal fortunes in two or three years, have -the same glorious irresponsibility and occasional need of the sheriff. -They are Californians more literally than this. Around Los Angeles -the greatest and most characteristic moving picture colonies are -built. Each photoplay magazine has its California letter, telling of -the putting up of new studios, and the transfer of actors with much -slap-you-on-the-back personal gossip.</p> - -<p>“... Every type of the photoplay but the intimate is founded on some -phase of the out-of doors. Being thus dependent, the plant can best be -set up where there is no winter. Besides this, the Los Angeles region -has the sea, the mountains, the desert, and many kinds of grove and -field....</p> - -<p>“If the photoplay is the consistent utterance of its scenes, if the -actors are incarnations of the land they<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</span> walk upon, as they should -be, California indeed stands a chance to achieve through the films an -utterance of her own. Will this land, furthest west, be the first to -capture the inner spirit of this newest and most curious of the arts?...</p> - -<p>“People who revere the Pilgrim Fathers of 1620 have often wished those -gentlemen had moored their bark in the region of Los Angeles, rather -than Plymouth Rock, that Boston had been founded there. At last that -landing is achieved.</p> - -<p>“Patriotic art students have discussed with mingled irony and -admiration the Boston domination of the only American culture of the -nineteenth century, namely, literature. Indianapolis has had her day -since then. Chicago is lifting her head. Nevertheless Boston still -controls the text book in English, and dominates our high schools. -Ironic feelings in this matter, on the part of western men, are based -somewhat on envy and illegitimate cussedness, but are also grounded in -the honest hope of a healthful rivalry. They want new romanticists and -artists as indigenous to their soil as was Hawthorne to witch-haunted -Salem, or Longfellow to the chestnuts of his native heath. Whatever may -be said of the patriarchs, from Oliver Wendell Holmes to Amos Bronson -Alcott, they were true sons<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</span> of the New England stone fences and -meeting houses. They could not have been born or nurtured anywhere else -on the face of the earth.</p> - -<p>“Some of us view with a peculiar thrill the prospect that Los Angeles -may become the Boston of the photoplay. Perhaps it would be better to -say the Florence, because California reminds one of colorful Italy, -more than of any part of the United States. Yet there is a difference.</p> - -<p>“The present day man-in-the-street, man-about-town Californian has an -obvious magnificence about him that is allied to the eucalyptus tree, -the pomegranate....</p> - -<p>“The enemy of California says the state is magnificent, but thin. He -declares it is as though it were painted on a Brobdingnagian piece of -gilt paper, and he who dampens his finger and thrusts it through finds -an alkali valley on the other side, the lonely prickly pear, and a heap -of ashes from a deserted camp-fire. He says the citizens of this state -lack the richness of an æsthetic and religious tradition. He says there -is no substitute for time. But even these things make for coincidence. -This apparent thinness California has in common with the routine -photoplay, which is at times as shallow in its thought as the shadow -it throws upon<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</span> the screen. This newness California has in common with -all photoplays. It is thrillingly possible for the state and the art to -acquire spiritual tradition and depth together.</p> - -<p>“Part of the thinness of California is not only its youth, but the -result of the physical fact that the human race is there spread over so -many acres of land. “Good” Californians count their mines and enumerate -their palm trees. They count the miles of their sea-coast, and the -acres under cultivation and the height of the peaks, and revel in large -statistics and the bigness generally, and forget how a few men rattle -around in a great deal of scenery. They shout the statistics across -the Rockies and the deserts to New York. The Mississippi valley is -non-existent to the Californian. His fellow-feeling is for the opposite -coast line. Through the geographical accident of separation by mountain -and desert from the rest of the country, he becomes a mere shouter, -hurrahing so assiduously that all variety in the voice is lost. Then he -tries gestures, and becomes flamboyant, rococo.</p> - -<p>“These are the defects of the motion picture qualities. Also its -panoramic tendency runs wild. As an institution it advertises itself -with a sweeping gesture. It has the same passion for coast-line. These -are not<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</span> the sins of New England. When, in the hands of masters, they -become sources of strength, they will be a different set of virtues -from those of New England....</p> - -<p>“When the Californian relegates the dramatic to secondary scenes, both -in his life and his photoplay, and turns to the genuinely epic and -lyric, he and this instrument may find their immortality together as -New England found its soul in the essays of Emerson. Tide upon tide of -Spring comes into California, through all four seasons. Fairy beauty -overwhelms the lumbering grand-stand players. The tiniest garden -is a jewelled pathway of wonder. But the Californian cannot shout -‘orange blossoms, orange blossoms; heliotrope, heliotrope.’ He cannot -boom forth ‘roseleaves, roseleaves’ so that he does their beauties -justice. Here is where the photoplay can begin to give him a more -delicate utterance. And he can go on into stranger things, and evolve -all the <i>Splendor Films</i> into higher types, for the very name of -California is splendor.... The California photoplaywright can base his -<i>Crowd Picture</i> upon the city-worshipping mobs of San Francisco. -He can derive his <i>Patriotic</i> and <i>Religious Splendors</i> from -something older and more magnificent than the aisles of the Romanesque, -namely: the groves of the giant redwoods.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</span></p> - -<p>“The campaigns for a beautiful nation could very well emanate from the -west coast, where, with the slightest care, grow up models for all the -world of plant arrangement and tree-luxury. Our mechanical east is -reproved, our tension is relaxed, our ugliness is challenged, every -time we look upon those garden-paths and forests.</p> - -<p>“It is possible for Los Angeles to lay hold of the motion picture as -our national text book in art, as Boston appropriated to herself the -guardianship of the national text book of literature. If California -has a shining soul, and not merely a golden body, let her forget her -seventeen year old melodramatics, and turn to her poets who understand -the heart underneath the glory. Edwin Markham, the dean of American -singers, Clark Ashton Smith, the young star-treader, George Sterling -... have, in their songs, seeds of better scenarios than California has -sent us....</p> - -<p>“California can tell us stories that are grim children of the tales of -the wild Ambrose Bierce. Then there is the lovely unforgotten Nora May -French, and the austere Edward Rowland Sill....”</p> - -<p>All this from <i>The Art of the Moving Picture</i> may serve to -answer many questions I have been asked as to my general ideas in the -realms of art and verse, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</span> it may more particularly elucidate my -<i>personal attitude toward California</i>.</p> - -<p>One item that should perhaps chasten the native son, is that these -motion picture people, so truly the hope of California, are not native -sons or daughters.</p> - -<p>When I was in Los Angeles, visiting my cousin Ruby Vachel Lindsay, we -discussed many of these items at great length, as we walked about the -Los Angeles region together. I owe much of my conception of the more -idealistic moods of the state to those conversations. Others who have -shown me what might be called the Franciscan soul, of the Franciscan -minority, are Professor and Mrs. E. Olan James, my host and hostess at -Mills College. Another discriminating interpreter of the coast is that -follower of Alexander Campbell, Peter Clark Macfarlane, to whom I owe -much of my hope for a state that will some day gleam with spiritual and -Franciscan, and not earthly gold.</p> - -<p>When I think of California, I think so emphatically of these people -and the things they have to say to the native sons, and the rest, -that if the discussion in this volume is not considered conclusive, I -refer the reader to these, and to the California poets, and to motion -picture people like Anita Loos and John Emerson, people who still dream -of things that are not gilded, and know<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</span> the difference for instance, -between St. Francis and Mammon. For a general view of those poets of -California who make clear its spiritual gold, turn to “Golden Songs of -the Golden State,” an anthology collected by Marguerite Wilkinson.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FIRST_SECTION">FIRST SECTION<br> - -<span class="small">THE LONGER PIECES, WITH INTERLUDES</span></h2> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_GOLDEN_WHALES_OF_CALIFORNIA">THE GOLDEN WHALES OF CALIFORNIA</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="center"><i>Part I. A Short Walk Along the Coast</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes, I have walked in California,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the rivers there are blue and white.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thunderclouds of grapes hang on the mountains.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bears in the meadows pitch and fight.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(<i>Limber, double-jointed lords of fate,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Proud native sons of the Golden Gate.</i>)</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And flowers burst like bombs in California,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Exploding on tomb and tower.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the panther-cats chase the red rabbits,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Scatter their young blood every hour.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the cattle on the hills of California</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the very swine in the holes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have ears of silk and velvet</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And tusks like long white poles.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the very swine, big hearted,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Walk with pride to their doom</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For they feed on the sacred raisins</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the great black agates loom.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Goshawfuls are Burbanked with the grizzly bears.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At midnight their children come clanking up the stairs.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They wriggle up the canyons,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nose into the caves,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And swallow the papooses and the Indian braves.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The trees climb so high the crows are dizzy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flying to their nests at the top.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the jazz-birds screech, and storm the brazen beach</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the sea-stars turn flip flop.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The solid Golden Gate soars up to Heaven.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Perfumed cataracts are hurled</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the zones of silver snow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the ripening rye below,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the land of the lemon and the nut</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the biggest ocean in the world.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the Native Sons, like lords tremendous</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lift up their heads with chants sublime,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the band-stands sound the trombone, the saxophone and xylophone</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the whales roar in perfect tune and time.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the chanting of the whales of California</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I have set my heart upon.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is sometimes a play by Belasco,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sometimes a tale of Prester John.</div> - </div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Part II. The Chanting of the Whales</i></p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">North to the Pole, south to the Pole</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The whales of California wallow and roll.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They dive and breed and snort and play</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the sun struck feed them every day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Boatloads of citrons, quinces, cherries,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of bloody strawberries, plums and beets,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hogsheads of pomegranates, vats of sweets,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the he-whales’ chant like a cyclone blares,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Proclaiming the California noons</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So gloriously hot some days</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The snake is fried in the desert</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the flea no longer plays.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There are ten gold suns in California</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When all other lands have one,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the Golden Gate must have due light</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And persimmons be well-done.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the hot whales slosh and cool in the wash</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the fume of the hollow sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rally and roam in the loblolly foam</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And whoop that their souls are free.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(<i>Limber, double-jointed lords of fate,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Proud native sons of the Golden Gate.</i>)</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And they chant of the forty-niners</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Who sailed round the cape for their loot</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With guns and picks and washpans</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a dagger in each boot.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How the richest became the King of England,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The poorest became the King of Spain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The bravest a colonel in the army,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a mean one went insane.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The ten gold suns are so blasting</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sunstruck scoot for the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And turn to mermen and mermaids</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And whoop that their souls are free.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(<i>Limber, double-jointed lords of fate,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Proud native sons of the Golden Gate.</i>)</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And they take young whales for their bronchos</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And old whales for their steeds,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Harnessed with golden seaweeds,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And driven with golden reeds.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They dance on the shore throwing roseleaves.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They kiss all night throwing hearts.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They fight like scalded wildcats</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the least bit of fighting starts.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They drink, these belly-busting devils</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And their tremens shake the ground.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then they repent like whirlwinds</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And never were such saints found.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They will give you their plug tobacco.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They will give you the shirts off their backs.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They will cry for your every sorrow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Put ham in your haversacks.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And they feed the cuttlefishes, whales and skates</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With dates and figs in bales and crates:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shiploads of sweet potatoes, peanuts, rutabagas,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Honey in hearts of gourds:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grapefruits and oranges barrelled with apples,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And spices like sharp sweet swords.</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center"><i>Part III. St. Francis of San Francisco</i></p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But the surf is white, down the long strange coast</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With breasts that shake with sighs,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the ocean of all oceans</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Holds salt from weary eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">St. Francis comes to his city at night</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And stands in the brilliant electric light</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And his swans that prophesy night and day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would soothe his heart that wastes away:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The giant swans of California</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That nest on the Golden Gate</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And beat through the clouds serenely</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And on St. Francis wait.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But St. Francis shades his face in his cowl</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And stands in the street like a lost grey owl.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He thinks of <i>gold</i> ... <i>gold</i>.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He sees on far redwoods</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dewfall and dawning:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Deep in Yosemite</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shadows and shrines:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He hears from far valleys</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Prayers by young Christians,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He sees their due penance</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So cruel, so cold;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He sees them made holy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">White-souled like young aspens</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With whimsies and fancies untold:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>The opposite of gold</i>.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the mighty mountain swans of California</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose eggs are like mosque domes of Ind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cry with curious notes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That their eggs are good for boats</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To toss upon the foam and the wind.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He beholds on far rivers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The venturesome lovers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sailing for the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All night</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">In swanshells white.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He sees them far on the ocean prevailing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a year and a month and a day of sailing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Leaving the whales and their whoop unfailing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On through the lightning, ice and confusion</div> - <div class="verse indent2">North of the North Pole,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">South of the South Pole,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And west of the west of the west of the west,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the shore of Heartache’s Cure,</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>The opposite of gold</i>,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On and on like Columbus</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With faith and eggshell sure.</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center"><i>Part IV. The Voice of the Earthquake</i></p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But what is the earthquake’s cry at last</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Making St. Francis yet aghast:—</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote">From here on, the audience joins in the refrain:—“<i>gold, -gold, gold</i>.”</div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh the flashing cornucopia of haughty California</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is <i>gold, gold, gold</i>.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their brittle speech and their clutching reach</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is <i>gold, gold, gold</i>.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What is the fire-engine’s ding dong bell?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The burden of the burble of the bull-frog in the well?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>What</i> is the color of the cup and plate</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And knife and fork of the chief of state?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>What</i> is the flavor of the Bartlett pear?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>What</i> is the savor of the salt sea air?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>What</i> is the color of the sea-girl’s hair?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the church of Jesus and the streets of Venus:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">What color are the cradle and the bridal bed?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What color are the coffins of the great grey dead?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">What is the hue of the big whales’ hide?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">What is the color of their guts’ inside?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What is the color of the pumpkins in the moonlight?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">The color of the moth and the worm in the starlight?</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gold, gold, gold.</i>”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="KALAMAZOO">KALAMAZOO</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The gods went walking, two and two,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the friendly phœnix, the stars of Orion,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The speaking pony and singing lion.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For in Kalamazoo in a cottage apart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lived the girl with the innocent heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thenceforth the city of Kalamazoo</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was the envied, intimate chum of the sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He rose from a cave by the principal street.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The lions sang, the dawn-horns blew,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the ponies danced on silver feet.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He hurled his clouds of love around;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Deathless colors of his old heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Draped the houses and dyed the ground.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh shrine of the wide young Yankee land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Incense city of Kalamazoo,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That held, in the midnight, the priceless sun</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As a jeweller holds an opal in hand!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">From the awkward city of Oshkosh came</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love the bully no whip shall tame,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bringing his gang of sinners bold.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And I was the least of his Oshkosh men;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But none were reticent, none were old.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And we joined the singing phœnix then,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And shook the lilies of Kalamazoo</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All for one hidden butterfly.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bulls of glory, in cars of war</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We charged the boulevards, proud to die</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For her ribbon sailing there on high.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our blood set gutters all aflame,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the sun slept without any shame,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cold rock till he must rise again.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She made great poets of wolf-eyed men—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The dear queen-bee of Kalamazoo,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With her crystal wings, and her honey heart.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We fought for her favors a year and a day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(Oh, the bones of the dead, the Oshkosh dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That were scattered along her pathway red!)</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then, in her harum-scarum way,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She left with a passing traveller-man—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a singing Irishman</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Went to Japan.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Why do the lean hyenas glare</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the glory of Artemis had begun—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Atalanta, Joan of Arc,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lorna Doone, Rosy O’Grady,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Orphant Annie, all in one?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who burned this city of Kalamazoo</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till nothing was left but a ribbon or two—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">One scorched phœnix that mourned in the dew,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Acres of ashes, a junk-man’s cart,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A torn-up letter, a dancing shoe,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(And the bones of the valiant dead)?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who burned this city of Kalamazoo—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love-town, Troy-town Kalamazoo?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">A harum-scarum innocent heart.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="JOHN_L_SULLIVAN_THE_STRONG_BOY_OF_BOSTON">JOHN L. SULLIVAN, THE STRONG BOY OF BOSTON</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>Inscribed to Louis Untermeyer and Robert Frost</i></p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">When I was nine years old, in 1889</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I sent my love a lacy Valentine.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Suffering boys were dressed like Fauntleroys,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While Judge and Puck in giant humor vied.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Gibson Girl came shining like a bride</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To spoil the cult of Tennyson’s Elaine.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Louisa Alcott was my gentle guide....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I heard a battle trumpet sound.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nigh New Orleans</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon an emerald plain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">John L. Sullivan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The strong boy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Boston</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fought seventy-five red rounds with Jake Kilrain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In simple sheltered 1889</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nick Carter I would piously deride.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Over the Elsie Books I moped and sighed.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">St. Nicholas Magazine was all my pride,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While coarser boys on cellar doors would slide.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The grown ups bought refinement by the pound.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rogers groups had not been told to hide.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">E. P. Roe had just begun to wane.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Howells was rising, surely to attain!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The nation for a jamboree was gowned:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her hundredth year of roaring freedom crowned.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The British Lion ran and hid from Blaine</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The razzle-dazzle hip-hurrah from Maine.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The mocking bird was singing in the lane....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“East side, west side, all around the town</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The tots sang: ‘Ring a rosie—’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">‘London Bridge is falling down.’”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">John L. Sullivan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The strong boy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Boston</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Broke every single rib of Jake Kilrain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In dear provincial 1889,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Barnum’s bears and tigers could astound.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ingersoll was called a most vile hound,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And named with Satan, Judas, Thomas Paine!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Robert Elsmere riled the pious brain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Phillips Brooks for heresy was fried.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Boston Brahmins patronized Mark Twain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The base ball rules were changed. That was a gain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pop Anson was our darling, pet and pride.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Native sons in Irish votes were drowned.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tammany once more escaped its chain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Once more each raw saloon was raising Cain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The mocking bird was singing in the lane....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“East side, west side, all around the town</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The tots sang: ‘Ring a rosie’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">‘London Bridge is falling down.’”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">John L. Sullivan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The strong boy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Boston</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Finished the ring career of Jake Kilrain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In mystic, ancient 1889,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wilson with pure learning was allied.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Roosevelt gave forth a chirping sound.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stanley found old Emin and his train.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stout explorers sought the pole in vain.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">To dream of flying proved a man insane.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The newly rich were bathing in champagne.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Van Bibber Davis, at a single bound</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Displayed himself, and simpering glory found.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">John J. Ingalls, like a lonely crane</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Swore and swore, and stalked the Kansas plain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Cronin murder was the ages’ stain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Johnstown was flooded, and the whole world cried.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We heard not of Louvain nor of Lorraine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or a million heroes for their freedom slain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Armageddon and the world’s birth-pain—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The League of Nations, and the world one posy.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We <i>thought</i> the world would loaf and sprawl and mosey.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The gods of Yap and Swat were sweetly dozy.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We <i>thought</i> the far off gods of Chow had died.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The mocking bird was singing in the lane....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“East side, west side, all around the town</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The tots sang: ‘Ring a rosie’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">‘<span class="smcap">London Bridge is falling down</span>.’”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">John L. Sullivan knocked out Jake Kilrain.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BRYAN_BRYAN_BRYAN_BRYAN">BRYAN, BRYAN, BRYAN, BRYAN</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>The Campaign of Eighteen Ninety-six, as Viewed at the Time by a -Sixteen Year Old, etc.</i></p> - - -<p class="center">I</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">relenting, repenting millions,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous</div> - <div class="verse indent6">things to shout about,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And knock your old blue devils out.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I brag and chant of Bryan, Bryan, Bryan,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Candidate for president who sketched a silver Zion,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The one American Poet who could sing out doors.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He brought in tides of wonder, of unprecedented splendor,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wild roses from the plains, that made hearts tender,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All the funny circus silks</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of politics unfurled,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bartlett pears of romance that were honey at the cores,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And torchlights down the street, to the end of the world.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">There were truths eternal in the gab and tittle-tattle.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There were real heads broken in the fustian and the rattle.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There were real lines drawn:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Not the silver and the gold,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But Nebraska’s cry went eastward against the dour and old,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The mean and cold.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">It was eighteen ninety-six, and I was just sixteen</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Altgeld ruled in Springfield, Illinois,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When there came from the sunset Nebraska’s shout of joy:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a coat like a deacon, in a black Stetson hat</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He scourged the elephant plutocrats</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With barbed wire from the Platte.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The scales dropped from their mighty eyes.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They saw that summer’s noon</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A tribe of wonders coming</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To a marching tune.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh the long horns from Texas,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The jay hawks from Kansas,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The plop-eyed bungaroo and giant giassicus,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The varmint, chipmunk, bugaboo,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">The horned-toad, prairie-dog and ballyhoo,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From all the new-born states arow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bidding the eagles of the west fly on,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bidding the eagles of the west fly on.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fawn, prodactyl and thing-a-ma-jig,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The rakaboor, the hellangone,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The whangdoodle, batfowl and pig,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The coyote, wild-cat and grizzly in a glow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a miracle of health and speed, the whole breed abreast,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They leaped the Mississippi, blue border of the West,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the Gulf to Canada, two thousand miles long:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Against the towns of Tubal Cain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah,—sharp was their song.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Against the ways of Tubal Cain, too cunning for the young,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The long-horn calf, the buffalo and wampus gave tongue.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">These creatures were defending things Mark Hanna never dreamed:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The moods of airy childhood that in desert dews gleamed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The gossamers and whimsies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The monkeyshines and didoes</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Rank and strange</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the canyons and the range,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The ultimate fantastics</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the far western slope,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And of prairie schooner children</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Born beneath the stars,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath falling snows,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the babies born at midnight</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the sod huts of lost hope,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With no physician there,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Except a Kansas prayer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the Indian raid a howling through the air.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And all these in their helpless days</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the dour East oppressed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mean paternalism</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Making their mistakes for them,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crucifying half the West,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till the whole Atlantic coast</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Seemed a giant spiders’ nest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And these children and their sons</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At last rode through the cactus,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A cliff of mighty cowboys</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the lope,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">With gun and rope.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And all the way to frightened Maine the old East heard them call,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And saw our Bryan by a mile lead the wall</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of men and whirling flowers and beasts,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The bard and the prophet of them all.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Prairie avenger, mountain lion,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gigantic troubadour, speaking like a siege gun,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Smashing Plymouth Rock with his boulders from the West,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And just a hundred miles behind, tornadoes piled across the sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Blotting out sun and moon,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A sign on high.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Headlong, dazed and blinking in the weird green light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The scalawags made moan,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Afraid to fight.</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">II</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">When Bryan came to Springfield, and Altgeld gave him greeting,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rochester was deserted, Divernon was deserted,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mechanicsburg, Riverton, Chickenbristle, Cotton Hill,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Empty: for all Sangamon drove to the meeting—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In silver-decked racing cart,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Buggy, buckboard, carryall,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Carriage, phaeton, whatever would haul,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And silver-decked farm-wagons gritted, banged and rolled,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the new tale of Bryan by the iron tires told.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The State House loomed afar,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A speck, a hive, a football,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A captive balloon!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the town was all one spreading wing of bunting, plumes,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">and sunshine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every rag and flag, and Bryan picture sold,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the rigs in many a dusty line</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Jammed our streets at noon,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And joined the wild parade against the power of gold.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">We roamed, we boys from High School</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With mankind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While Springfield gleamed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Silk-lined.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh Tom Dines, and Art Fitzgerald,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the gangs that they could get!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I can hear them yelling yet.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Helping the incantation,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defying aristocracy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With every bridle gone,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ridding the world of the low down mean,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bidding the eagles of the West fly on,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bidding the eagles of the West fly on,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We were bully, wild and wooly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Never yet curried below the knees.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We saw flowers in the air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fair as the Pleiades, bright as Orion,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">—Hopes of all mankind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Made rare, resistless, thrice refined.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh we bucks from every Springfield ward!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Colts of democracy—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet time-winds out of Chaos from the star-fields of the Lord.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The long parade rolled on. I stood by my best girl.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She was a cool young citizen, with wise and laughing eyes.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With my necktie by my ear, I was stepping on my dear,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But she kept like a pattern, without a shaken curl.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">She wore in her hair a brave prairie rose.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her gold chums cut her, for that was not the pose.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">No Gibson Girl would wear it in that fresh way.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But we were fairy Democrats, and this was our day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The earth rocked like the ocean, the sidewalk was a deck.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The houses for the moment were lost in the wide wreck.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the bands played strange and stranger music as they trailed along.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Against the ways of Tubal Cain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah, sharp was their song!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The demons in the bricks, the demons in the grass,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The demons in the bank-vaults peered out to see us pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the angels in the trees, the angels in the grass,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The angels in the flags, peered out to see us pass.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the sidewalk was our chariot, and the flowers bloomed higher,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the street turned to silver and the grass turned to fire,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then it was but grass, and the town was there again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A place for women and men.</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">III</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then we stood where we could see</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every band,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And the speaker’s stand.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Bryan took the platform.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he was introduced.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he lifted his hand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And cast a new spell.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Progressive silence fell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Springfield,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Illinois,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Around the world.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then we heard these glacial boulders across the prairie rolled:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“<i>The people have a right to make their own mistakes....</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>You shall not crucify mankind</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Upon a cross of gold.</i>”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And everybody heard him—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the streets and State House yard.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And everybody heard him</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Springfield,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Illinois,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Around and around and around the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That danced upon its axis</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And like a darling broncho whirled.</div> - </div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p> - -<p class="center">IV</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">July, August, suspense.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wall Street lost to sense.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">August, September, October,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">More suspense,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the whole East down like a wind-smashed fence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then Hanna to the rescue,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hanna of Ohio,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rallying the roller-tops,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rallying the bucket-shops,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Threatening drouth and death,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Promising manna,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rallying the trusts against the bawling flannelmouth;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Invading misers’ cellars,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tin-cans, socks,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Melting down the rocks,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pouring out the long green to a million workers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Spondulix by the mountain-load, to stop each new tornado,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And beat the cheapskate, blatherskite,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Populistic, anarchistic,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Deacon—desperado.</div> - </div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span></p> - -<p class="center">V</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Election night at midnight:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Boy Bryan’s defeat.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defeat of western silver.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defeat of the wheat.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Victory of letterfiles</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And plutocrats in miles</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With dollar signs upon their coats,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Diamond watchchains on their vests</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And spats on their feet.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Victory of custodians,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Plymouth Rock,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And all that inbred landlord stock.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Victory of the neat.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defeat of the aspen groves of Colorado valleys,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The blue bells of the Rockies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And blue bonnets of old Texas,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the Pittsburg alleys.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defeat of alfalfa and the Mariposa lily.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defeat of the Pacific and the long Mississippi.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defeat of the young by the old and silly.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defeat of tornadoes by the poison vats supreme.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defeat of my boyhood, defeat of my dream.</div> - </div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span></p> - -<p class="center">VI</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is McKinley, that respectable McKinley,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The man without an angle or a tangle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who soothed down the city man and soothed down the farmer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The German, the Irish, the Southerner, the Northerner,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who climbed every greasy pole, and slipped through every crack;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who soothed down the gambling hall, the bar-room, the church,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The devil vote, the angel vote, the neutral vote,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The desperately wicked, and their victims on the rack,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The gold vote, the silver vote, the brass vote, the lead vote,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every vote....</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is McKinley, Mark Hanna’s McKinley,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His slave, his echo, his suit of clothes?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gone to join the shadows, with the pomps of that time,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the flame of that summer’s prairie rose.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is Cleveland whom the Democratic platform</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Read from the party in a glorious hour?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gone to join the shadows with pitchfork Tillman,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And sledge-hammer Altgeld who wrecked his power.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is Hanna, bull dog Hanna,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Low browed Hanna, who said: “Stand pat”?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gone to his place with old Pierpont Morgan.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gone somewhere ... with lean rat Platt.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is Roosevelt, the young dude cowboy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who hated Bryan, then aped his way?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gone to join the shadows with mighty Cromwell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And tall King Saul, till the Judgment day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is Altgeld, brave as the truth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose name the few still say with tears?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gone to join the ironies with Old John Brown,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose fame rings loud for a thousand years.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is that boy, that Heaven-born Bryan,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That Homer Bryan, who sang from the West?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gone to join the shadows with Altgeld the Eagle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the kings and the slaves and the troubadours rest.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Written at the Guanella Ranch, Empire, Colorado, August, 1919.</p> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="RAMESES_II">RAMESES II</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Would that the brave Rameses, King of Time</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Were throned in your souls, to raise for you</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Vast immemorial dreams dark Egypt knew,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Filling these barren days with Mystery,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With Life and Death, and Immortality,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Devouring Ages, the all-consuming Sun:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God keep us brooding on eternal things,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God make us wizard-kings.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MOSES">MOSES</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet let us raise that Egypt-nurtured prince,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Son of a Hebrew, with the dauntless scorn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hate for bleating gods Egyptian-born,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Showing with signs to stubborn Mizraim</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“God is one God, the God of Abraham,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He who in the beginning made the Sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God send us Moses from his hidden grave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God make us meek and brave.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_RHYME_FOR_ALL_ZIONISTS">A RHYME FOR ALL ZIONISTS</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="center"><i>The Eyes of Queen Esther, and How they Conquered King -Ahasuerus</i></p> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="center">“Esther had not showed her people nor her kindred.”</p> -</div> - - -<p class="center">I</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He harried lions up the peaks.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In blood and moss and snow they died.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He wore a cloak of lions’ manes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To satisfy his curious pride.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Men saw it, trimmed with emerald bands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flash on the crested battle-tide.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where Bagdad stands, he hunted kings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Burned them alive, his soul to cool.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet in his veins god Ormadz wrought</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To make a just man of a fool.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He spoke the rigid truth, and rode,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And drew the bow, by Persian rule.</div> - </div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> - -<p class="center">II</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Ahasuerus in his prime</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was gracious and voluptuous.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He saw a pale face turn to him,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A gleam of Heaven’s righteousness:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A girl with hair of David’s gold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Rachel’s face of loveliness.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He dropped his sword, he bowed his head.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She led his steps to courtesy.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He took her for his white north star:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A wedding of true majesty.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, what a war for gentleness</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was in her bridal fantasy!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Why did he fall by candlelight</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And press his bull-heart to her feet?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He found them as the mountain-snow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where lions died. Her hands were sweet</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As ice upon a blood-burnt mouth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As mead to reapers in the wheat.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The little nation in her soul</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bloomed in her girl’s prophetic face.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">She named it not, and yet he felt</div> - <div class="verse indent2">One challenge: her eternal race.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This was the mystery of her step,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her trembling body’s sacred grace.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He stood, a priest, a Nazarite,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A rabbi reading by a tomb.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hardy raider saw and feared</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her white knees in the palace gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her pouting breasts and locks well combed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Within the humming, reeling room.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Her name was <i>Meditation</i> there:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fair opposite of bullock’s brawn.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I sing her eyes that conquered him.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He bent before his little fawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her dewy fern, her bitter weed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her secret forest’s floor and lawn.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He gave her Shushan<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> from the walls.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She saw it not, and turned not back.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her eyes kept hunting through his soul</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As one may seek through battle black</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">For one dear banner held on high,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For one bright bugle in the rack.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The scorn that loves the sexless stars:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Traditions passionless and bright:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The ten commands (to him unknown),</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The pillar of the fire by night:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flashed from her alabaster crown</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The while they kissed by candlelight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The rarest psalms of David came</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From her dropped veil (odd dreams to him).</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It prophesied, he knew not how,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Against his endless armies grim.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He saw his Shushan in the dust—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Far in the ages growing dim.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then came a glance of steely blue,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flash of her body’s silver sword.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her eyes of law and temple prayer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Broke him who spoiled the temple hoard.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The thief who fouled all little lands</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Went mad before her, and adored.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The girl was Eve in Paradise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet Judith, till her war was won.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">All of the future tyrants fell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In this one king, ere night was done,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Israel, captive then as now</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ruled with tomorrow’s rising sun.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And in the logic of the skies</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He who keeps Israel in his hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The God whose hope for joy on earth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Gentile yet shall understand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through powers like Esther’s steadfast eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall free each little tribe and land.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>These verses were written for the Phi Beta Kappa Society of -Philadelphia and read at their meeting, December 8, 1917.</p> -</div> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> Shushan—the royal city. - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_MEDITATION_ON_THE_SUN">A MEDITATION ON THE SUN</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="center">I</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Come, let us think upon the great that came</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our spiritual solar-kings, whose fame</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is quenchless in the lands of mental light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">High planets in the vast historic game:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Youths from the sky, they came in splendid flight.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We hold to them as to our day and night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And by them measure out our moments here,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our greatness, littleness, and wrong and right.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">For like the sun, we carry yesteryears</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Within our wallets: all the ancient fears</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And scorns and triumphs woven in our cloaks,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our tall plumes bought with some lost race’s tears.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh Sun, I wish that all the nations bright</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You ever looked upon were in my sight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That I had stood up in your royal car</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With your eye-rays to search out field and height:</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">To see young David, leading forth his sheep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Christ Child on the Hill of Nazareth sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To watch proud Dante climb the stranger’s stairs,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To see the ocean round Columbus leap.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And beauty absolute man’s heart has known</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In those old hills where the Greek blood was sown,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They named you young Apollo in that day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And served you well, and loved your chariot-throne.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Would I had looked on Venice in her prime.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And long had watched the prayerful Gothic time</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When Notre Dame arose, a mystery there</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In wicked good old Paris and its grime!</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">II</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh light, light, light! Oh Sun your light is good.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You stir the sap of garden, field and wood,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of men and ages. And your deeds are fair,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And by this light, is God’s love understood.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So let us think upon Creation’s days</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Great Jehovah Moses came to praise:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The God the Hebrews said excelled the sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To whom all psalms are due, who made the ways</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The sun shall follow till he burns no more</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till he is cold and clinkered to the core.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Praise God, and not the sun too much, my soul,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The God behind the sun we must adore.</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">III</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh Sun, that yet will my spring thoughts astound,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How often this lone mendicant you found</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stripped in your presence of all earthly things.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A happy dervish whirling round and round.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">You were his tree of incense and his feast,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You were his wagon and his harnessed beast,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His singing brother, yet his tyrant hard,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With whip and spur and shout that never ceased.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He thought of Freedom that rides round with you</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Healing the nations with a crystal dew,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The comrade of your car, with Science there,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Making the ways of men forever new.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Would we might lift a mighty battle-cry.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nations and mendicants, and shake your sky:</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Would that you caught us singing as one man</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That song I sang when begging days began</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hearing it in every beam on high:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Man’s spirit-darkness shall forever die.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="DANTE">DANTE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Would we were lean and grim, and shaken with hate</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like Dante, fugitive, o’er-wrought with cares,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And climbing bitterly the stranger’s stairs,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet Love, Love, Love, divining: finding still</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beyond dark Hell the penitential hill,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And blessed Beatrice beyond the grave.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Jehovah lead us through the wilderness:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God make our wandering brave.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_COMET_OF_PROPHECY">THE COMET OF PROPHECY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I had hold of the comet’s mane</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A-clinging like grim death.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I passed the dearest star of all,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The one with violet breath:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The blue-gold-silver Venus star,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And almost lost my hold....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Again I ride the chaos-tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Again the winds are cold.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I look ahead, I look above,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I look on either hand.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I cannot sight the fields I seek,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The holy No-Man’s-Land.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And yet my heart is full of faith.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My comet splits the gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His red mane slaps across my face,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His eyes like bonfires loom.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My comet smells the far off grass</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of valleys richly green.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">My comet sights strange continents</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My sad eyes have not seen,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We gallop through the whirling mist.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My good steed cannot fail.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And we shall reach that flowery shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And wisdom’s mountain scale.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And I shall find my wizard cloak</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath that alien sky</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And touching black soil to my lips</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Begin to prophesy.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While chaos sleet and chaos rain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beat on an Indian Drum</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There in tomorrow’s moon I stand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And speak the age to come.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span></p> -<p>“Confucius appeared, according to Mencius, one of his most -distinguished followers, at a crisis in the nation’s history. ‘The -world,’ he says, ‘had fallen into decay, and right principles had -disappeared. Perverse discourses and oppressive deeds were waxen rife. -Ministers murdered their rulers, and sons their fathers. Confucius was -frightened by what he saw,—and he undertook the work of reformation.’</p> -</div> - -<p>“He was a native of the state of Lu, a part of the modern Shantung.... -Lu had a great name among the other states of Chow ... etc.” Rev. James -Legge, Professor of Chinese, University of Oxford.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SHANTUNG_OR_THE_EMPIRE_OF_CHINA_IS_CRUMBLING_DOWN">SHANTUNG, OR THE EMPIRE OF CHINA IS CRUMBLING DOWN</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="center"><i>Dedicated to William Rose Benét</i></p> -</div> - - -<p class="center">I</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Now let the generations pass—</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Like sand through Heaven’s blue hour-glass.</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In old Shantung,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the capital where poetry began,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Near the only printing presses known to man,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Young Confucius walks the shore</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On a sorrowful day.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The town, all books, is tumbling down</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the blue bay.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The book-worms writhe</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From rusty musty walls.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They drown themselves like rabbits in the sea.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Venomous foreigners harry mandarins</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">With pitchfork, blunderbuss and snickersnee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In the book-slums there is thunder;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gunpowder, that sad wonder,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Intoxicates the knights and beggar-men.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The old grotesques of war begin again:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rebels, devils, fairies, are set free.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Confucius hears a carol and a hum:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A picture sea-child whirs from off his fan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In one quick breath of peach-bloom fantasy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then, in an instant bows the reverent knee—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A full-grown sweetheart, chanting his renown.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then she darts into the Yellow Sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Calling, calling:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sage with holy brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Say farewell to China now;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Live like the swine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Leave off your scholar-gown!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This city of books is falling, falling,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Empire of China is crumbling down.”</div> - </div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span></p> - -<p class="center">II</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Confucius, Confucius, how great was Confucius—</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>The sage of Shantung, and the master of Mencius?</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Alexander fights the East.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Just as the Indus turns him back</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He hears of tempting lands beyond,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With sword-swept cities on the rack</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With crowns outshining India’s crown:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Empire of China, crumbling down.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Later the Roman sibyls say:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Egypt, Persia and Macedon,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tyre and Carthage, passed away;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the Empire of China is crumbling down.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rome will never crumble down.”</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">III</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>See how the generations pass—</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Like sand through Heaven’s blue hour-glass.</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Arthur waits on the British shore</div> - <div class="verse indent2">One thankful day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For Galahad sails back at last</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To Camelot Bay.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">The <i>pure</i> knight lands and tells the tale:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Far in the east</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A sea-girl led us to a king,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The king to a feast,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a land where poppies bloom for miles,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where books are made like bricks and tiles.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I taught that king to love your name—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Brother and Christian he became.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“His Town of Thunder-Powder keeps</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A giant hound that never sleeps,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A crocodile that sits and weeps.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“His Town of Cheese the mouse affrights</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With fire-winged cats that light the nights.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They glorify the land of rust;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their sneeze is music in the dust.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(And deep and ancient is the dust.)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All towns have one same miracle</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the Town of Silk, the capital—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Vast book-worms in the book-built walls.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their creeping shakes the silver halls;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They look like cables, and they seem</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like writhing roots on trees of dream.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Their sticky cobwebs cross the street,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Catching scholars by the feet,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who own the tribes, yet rule them not,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bitten by book-worms till they rot.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beggars and clowns rebel in might</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bitten by book-worms till they fight.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Arthur calls to his knights in rows:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“I will go if Merlin goes;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">These rebels must be flayed and sliced—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let us cut their throats for Christ.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But Merlin whispers in his beard:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“China has witches to be feared.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Arthur stares at the sea-foam’s rim</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Amazed. The fan-girl beckons him!—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That slender and peculiar child</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mongolian and brown and wild.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His eyes grow wide, his senses drown.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She laughs in her wing, like the sleeve of a gown.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She lifts a key of crimson stone:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Great Gunpowder-town you own.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She lifts a key with chains and rings:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“I give the town where cats have wings.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She lifts a key as white as milk:</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">“This unlocks the Town of Silk”—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Throws forty keys at Arthur’s feet:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“These unlock the land complete.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then, frightened by suspicious knights,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Merlin’s eyes like altar-lights,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the Christian towers of Arthur’s town,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She spreads blue fins—she whirs away;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fleeing far across the bay,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wailing through the gorgeous day:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“My sick king begs</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That you save his crown</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And his learnèd chiefs from the worm and clown—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Empire of China is crumbling down.”</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">IV</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Always the generations pass,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Like sand through Heaven’s blue hour-glass!</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The time the King of Rome is born—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Napoleon’s son, that eaglet thing—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bonaparte finds beside his throne</div> - <div class="verse indent2">One evening, laughing in her wing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Chinese sea-child; and she cries,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Breaking his heart with emerald eyes</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And fairy-bred unearthly grace:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Master, take your destined place—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Across white foam and water blue</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The streets of China call to you:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Empire of China is crumbling down.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then he bends to kiss her mouth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And gets but incense, dust and drouth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Custodians, custodians!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mongols and Manchurians!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Christians, wolves, Mohammedans!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In hard Berlin they cried: “O King,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">China’s way is a shameful thing!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In Tokio they cry: “O King,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">China’s way is a shameful thing!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And thus our song might call the roll</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of every land from pole to pole,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And every rumor known to time</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of China doddering—or sublime.</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">V</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Slowly the generations pass—</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Like sand through Heaven’s blue hour-glass.</i></div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So let us find tomorrow now:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our towns are gone;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our books have passed; ten thousand years</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have thundered on.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Sphinx looks far across the world</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In fury black:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She sees all western nations spent</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or on the rack.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Eastward she sees one land she knew</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When from the stone</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Priests of the sunrise carved her out</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And left her lone.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She sees the shore Confucius walked</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On his sorrowful day:</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Impudent foreigners rioting</i>,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the ancient way;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Officials, futile as of old,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have gowns more bright;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bookworms are fiercer than of old,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their skins more white;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dust is deeper than of old,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">More bats are flying;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">More songs are written than of old—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">More songs are dying.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where Galahad found forty towns</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now fade and glare</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ten thousand towns with book-tiled roof</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And garden-stair,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where beggars’ babies come like showers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of classic words:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They rule the world—immortal brooks</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And magic birds.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The lion Sphinx roars at the sun:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“I hate this nursing you have done!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The meek inherit the earth too long—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When will the world belong to the strong?”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She soars; she claws his patient face—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The girl-moon screams at the disgrace.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sun’s blood fills the western sky;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He hurries not, and will not die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The baffled Sphinx, on granite wings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Turns now to where young China sings.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">One thousand of ten thousand towns</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go down before her silent wrath;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet even lion-gods may faint</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And die upon their brilliant path.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She sees the Chinese children romp</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">In dust that she must breathe and eat.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her tongue is reddened by its lye;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She craves its grit, its cold and heat.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Dust of Ages holds a glint</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of fire from the foundation-stones,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of spangles from the sun’s bright face,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of sapphires from earth’s marrow-bones.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mad-drunk with it, she ends her day—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Slips when a high sea-wall gives way,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drowns in the cold Confucian sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the whirring fan-girl first flew free.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>In the light of the maxims of Chesterfield, Mencius,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Wilson, Roosevelt, Tolstoy, Trotsky,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Franklin or Nietzsche, how great was Confucius?</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“<i>Laughing Asia</i>” brown and wild,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That lyric and immortal child,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His fan’s gay daughter, crowned with sand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Between the water and the land</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now cries on high in irony,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a voice of night-wind alchemy:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“O cat, O sphinx,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O stony-face,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The joke is on Egyptian pride,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">The joke is on the human race:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">‘The meek inherit the earth too long—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When will the world belong to the strong?’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I am born from off the holy fan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the world’s most patient gentleman.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So answer me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O courteous sea!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O deathless sea!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And thus will the answering Ocean call:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“China will fall,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Empire of China will crumble down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the Alps and the Andes crumble down;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the sun and the moon have crumbled down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Empire of China will crumble down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crumble down.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span></p> -<p>In the following narrative, Lucifer is not Satan, King of Evil, who in -the beginning led the rebels from Heaven, establishing the underworld.</p> -</div> - -<p>Lucifer is here taken as a character appearing much later, the first -singing creature weary of established ways in music, moved with the -lust of wandering. He finds the open road between the stars too lonely. -He wanders to the kingdom of Satan, there to sing a song that so moves -demons and angels that he is, at its climax, momentary emperor of Hell -and Heaven, and the flame kindled of the tears of the demons devastates -the golden streets.</p> - -<p>Therefore it is best for the established order of things that this -wanderer shall be cursed with eternal silence and death. But since then -there has been music in every temptation, in every demon voice.</p> - -<p>Along with a set of verses called <i>The Heroes of Time</i>, and -another <i>The Tree of Laughing Bells</i>, I exchanged <i>The Last Song -of Lucifer</i> for a night’s lodging in New Jersey, Pennsylvania and -Ohio, as narrated in <i>A Handy Guide for Beggars</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span></p> - -<p>The fourteenth chapter of Isaiah contains these words on Lucifer:</p> - -<p>“Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the -worm is spread under thee and the worms cover thee.</p> - -<p>“How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning. How -art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations.</p> - -<p>“For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into Heaven, I will -exalt my throne above the stars of God....</p> - -<p>“All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every -one in his own house.</p> - -<p>“But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch, and as -the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that -go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcass trodden under feet.</p> - -<p>“Thou shalt not be joined to them in burial, because thou hast -destroyed thy land.”</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LAST_SONG_OF_LUCIFER">THE LAST SONG OF LUCIFER</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>To Be Read Like a Meditation</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-cont-side"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>Lucifer dreams of his fate and then forgets the -dream.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">When Lucifer was undefiled,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When Lucifer was young,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When only angel-music</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fell from his glorious tongue,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dreaming in his innocence</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath God’s golden trees</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By genius pure his fancy fell—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By sweet divine disease—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To a wilderness of sorrows dim</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath the ether seas.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That father of radiant harmony,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of music transcendently bright—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Truest to art since heaven began,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wrapped in royal, melodious light—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That beautiful light-bearer, lofty and loyal</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dreamed bitter dreams of enigma and night.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But soon the singer woke and stood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And tuned his harp to sing anew</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And scorned the dreams (as well he should)</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For only to the evil crew</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Are dreams of dread and evil true,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Remembered well, or understood.</div> - </div> -<div class="sidenote"><i>The dream is fulfilled.</i></div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But when a million years were done</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a million million years beside,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He broke his harp-strings one by one;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He sighed, aweary of rich things,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He spread his pallid, heavy wings</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And flew to find the deathless stains,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The wounds that come with wanderings.</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>He will never dream again, but the demons dream of -wandering and singing, and doing all things just as he did in his -day.</i></div> - - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He chose the solemn paths of Hell,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He sang for that dumb land too well,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defying their disdain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till he was cursed and slain.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah—he shall never dream again—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mourn, for he shall not dream again—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But the demons dream in pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of wandering in the night</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And singing in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Singing till they reign.</div> - </div> -<div class="sidenote"><i>Music is holy, even in the infernal world.</i></div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span>Oh hallowed are the demons,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A-dreaming songs again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And holy to my heart! the ancient music-art,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That echo of a memory in demon-haunted men,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That hope of music, sweet hope, vain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That sets the world a-seeking—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A passion pure, a subtle pain</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i>If Lucifer’s song could be completely remembered, one -would be willing to pay the great price.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Too dear for song or speaking.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, who would not with the demons be,</div> - - <div class="verse indent2">For the fullness of their memory</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of that dayspring song,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of that holy thing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That Lucifer alone could sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That Hell and Earth so hopelessly</div> -<div class="sidenote">NOW FOLLOWS WHAT EVERY DEMON SAYS IN HIS HEART, REMEMBERING -THAT TIME</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And gloriously are seeking!</div> - </div> - - -<p><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span></p> - -<p><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span></p> - - -<div class="sidenote"><i>How the singer made his lyre.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, Lucifer, great Lucifer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, fallen, ancient Lucifer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Master, lost, of the angel choir—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Silent, suffering Lucifer:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Once your alchemies of Hell</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Wrought your chains to a magic lyre</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All strung with threads of purple fire,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till the hell-hounds moaned from your bitter spell—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sweetest song since the demons fell—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Haunting song of the heart’s desire.</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>How the song began.</i></div> - - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, Lucifer, great Lucifer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You who have sung in vain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ecstasy of sweet regret,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ecstasy of pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Strain that the angels can never forget,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Haunting the children of punishment yet,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bowing them, bringing their tears in the darkness;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, the night-caves of Chaos are breathing it yet!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The last that your bosom may ever deliver,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, musical master of æons and æons....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor devils nor dragons may ever forget,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though the walls of our prison should crumble and shiver,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the death-dews of Chaos our armor should wet,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">For the song of the infamous Lucifer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was an anthem of glorious scorning</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And courage, and horrible pain—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was the song of a Son of the Morning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A song that was sung in vain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh singing was only in Heaven</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ere Lucifer’s melody came,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But when Lucifer’s harp-strings grew loud in their sighing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When he called up the dragons by name—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The song was the sorrow of sorrows,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The song was the Hope of Despair,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or the smile of a warrior falling—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A prayer and a curse and a prayer—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or a soul going down through the shadows and calling,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or the laughter of Night in his lair;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The song was the fear of ten thousand tomorrows—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the racks of grief and of pain—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The herald of silences, dreadful, unending,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the last little echo should listen in vain....</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>How the song made the demons dream they were still -fighting for Satan.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span>It was memory, memory,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Visions of glory,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Memory, memory,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Visions of fight.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The pride of the onset,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The banners that fluttered,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The wails of the battle-pierced angels of light.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Song of the times of the Nether Empire</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The age when our desperate band</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Heaped our redoubts with the horrible fire</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the fringes of Holier Land—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Conquering always, conquering never,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Building a throne of sand—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When Satan still wielded that glorious scepter—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sword of his glorious hand.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then rang the martial music</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sung by the hosts of God</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the first of the shameful years of fear</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When we bit the purple sod:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He sang that shameful battle-story—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He twanged each threaded torture-flame;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wherever his leprous fingers came</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">They drew from the strings a groan of glory:</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>How the song enchanted them til they were in fancy the -good warriors of God, and they shouted their enemy’s battle-cry.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then we dreamed at last,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then we lost the past,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We dreamed we were angels in battle-array:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We tore our hearts with God’s battle-yell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the sound crashed up from the smoky fen</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the battle sweat stood forth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the awful brows of our fighting men:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the magical singer, grim and wild</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Swept his harp again, and smiled,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the harp-strings lifted our cries that day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till the thundering charge reached the City on High—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God’s charge, that he thought</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Had passed for aye,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When our last fond hope went down to die.</div> - </div> - - <div class="sidenote"> <i>How, at the</i> - <i>climax of the</i> - <i>song Lucifer</i> - <i>almost restored</i> - <i>the</i> - <i>first day of</i> - <i>creation, when</i> - <i>the Universe</i> - <i>was happy</i> - <i>and sinless.</i> - </div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh throbbing, sweet, enthralling spell!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Madly, madly, oh my heart—</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span>Heart of anguish, heart of Hell—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beat the music through your night—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pierced the strain that the wanderer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wrought with fingers white;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For last he sang—of the morning—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The song of the Sons of the Morning—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fire of the star-souled Lucifer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Before he had known a stain;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That song which came when the suns were young</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the Dayspring knew his place—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That joy, full born, that unknown tongue,</div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>How the tears of the distracted demons become a -heaven-climbing flame.</i></div> - - <div class="verse indent2">That shouting chant of the Sons of God</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When first they saw Jehovah’s face.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the Wanderer laughed, then sang it at last</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till it leaped as a flame to the forests on high</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the tears of the demons were fire in the sky.</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>How Lucifer seemed to make himself God.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And just for a breath he conquered and reigned,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For one quick pulse of time he stood;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">By flame was crowned where God had been</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Himself the Word sublime—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Himself the Most High Love unstained,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Great, Good King of the Stars and Years—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crowned, enthroned, by a leaping flame—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fire of our love-born tears.</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>How the angels were conquered by the sound of his music -from afar, and the Demons were torn with love.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And the angels bowed down, for his glory was vast—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Loving their conqueror, weeping, aghast—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While we sobbed, for a moment repenting the past,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the mock-hope came, that eats and stings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hope for innocent dawns above,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The joy of it beat in our ears like wings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our iron cheeks seared with the tears of love—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was it not enough,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was it not enough</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That our cheeks were seared with the tears of Love?</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>Demons and angels curse the singer.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So we cursed the harping of Lucifer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The lyre was lost from his leper hands</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And the hell-hounds tore his living heart.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the angels cursed great Lucifer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For his purple flame consumed their lands</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till golden ways were desert sands;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They hurled him down, afar, apart.</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>The Punishment.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath where the Gulfs of Silence end,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where never sighs nor songs descend,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Never a hell-flare in his eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Alone, alone, afar he lies....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fearfully alone, beyond immortal ken</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He is further down in the deep of pain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Than is Hell from the grief of men;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And his memories of music</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Are rare as desert-rain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Ended forever the ecstasy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And song too sweet for scorning—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The song that was still in vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the shout of the battle-charge of God—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ended forever the Song of the Morning—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Song that was sung in vain.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SECOND_SECTION">SECOND SECTION<br> -A RHYMED SCENARIO, SOME POEM GAMES, AND THE LIKE</h2> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> -</div> -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_DOLLS_ARABIAN_NIGHTS">A DOLL’S “ARABIAN NIGHTS”</h2> -</div> - -<p><i>A Rhymed Scenario for Mae Marsh, when she acts in the new -many-colored films</i></p> - - -<div class="poetry-cont-side"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I dreamed the play was real.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I walked into the screen.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like Alice through the looking-glass,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I found a curious scene.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The black stones took on flame.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The shadows shone with eyes.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The colors poured and changed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a Hell’s debauch of dyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a street with incense thick,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a court of witch-bazars,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With flambeaux by the stalls</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose splutter hid the stars.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Camels stalked in line.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Courtezans tripped by</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dressed in silks and gems,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Copper diadems,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All the wealth they had.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span></p> -<div class="sidenote"><i>This refrain to be elaborately articulated and the -instrumental music then made to match it precisely.</i></div> - -<div class="poetry-cont-side"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Oh quivering lights,</i> </div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Arabian Nights!</i> </div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad,</i> </div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad!</i> </div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">You were a guarded girl</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a palanquin of gold.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I was buying figs:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All my hands could hold.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You slipped a note to me.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your eyes made me your slave.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Twelve paces back,” you wrote.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No other word gave.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The delicate dove house swayed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Close-veiled, a snare most sweet.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Joy” said the silver bells</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the palanquin-bearers’ feet.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then by a mosque, a dervish</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yelled and whirled like mad.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Oh quivering lights,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Arabian Nights!</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad!</i></div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I reached a dim, still court.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I saw you there afar,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beckoning from the roof,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Veiled, a cloud-wrapped star.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your black slave said: “Proud boy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Do you dare everything</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With your young arm and bright steel?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then climb. You are her king.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And I heard a hiss of knives</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the doorway dark and bad.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Oh quivering lights,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Arabian Nights!</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad!</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The stairway climbed and climbed.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It spoke. It shouted lies.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I reached a tar-black room,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A panther’s belly gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Filled with howls and sighs.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I found the roof. Twelve kings</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rose up to stab me there.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But I sent them to their graves.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My singing shook the air.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My scimitar seemed more</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Than any steel could be,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A whirling wheel, a pack</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of death-hounds guarding me.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then you came like May.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You bound my torn breast well</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With your discarded veil.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And flowery silence fell.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While Mohammed spread his wings</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the stars, you bent me back,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a quick kiss touched my mouth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And my heart was on the rack.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh dreadful, deathless love!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh kiss of Islam fire.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your flashing hands were more</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Than all a thief’s desire.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>The morning after is always noted in the Arabian -Nights.</i></div> - -<div class="poetry-cont-side"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I woke by twelve dead curs</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On bloody, stony ground.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the grey watch muttered “shame,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As he tottered on his round.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You had written on my sword:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Goodby, O iron arm.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I love you much too well</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To do you further harm.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And as my pledge and sign</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You are in crimson clad.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Oh quivering lights,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Arabian Nights!</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad!</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<p> * <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span></p> -<p> * <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">*</span></p> -</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The rocs scream in the air.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The ghouls my pathway clear.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For I have drunk the soul</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the dazzling maid they fear.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The long handclasp you gave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still shakes upon my hands.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O, daughter of a Jinn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I plot in Islam lands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Haunting purple streets,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hissing, snarling, bold,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">A robber never jailed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A beggar never cold.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I shall be sultan yet</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In this old crimson clad.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Oh quivering lights,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Arabian Nights!</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bagdad!</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LAME_BOY_AND_THE_FAIRY">THE LAME BOY AND THE FAIRY</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>To be Chanted with a Suggestion of Chopin’s Berceuse</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>A Poem Game. See the Chinese Nightingale, pages 93 through 97</i></p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">A lame boy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Met a fairy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a meadow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the bells grow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And the fairy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Kissed him gaily.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And the fairy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gave him friendship,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gave him healing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gave him wings.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All the fashions</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I will give you.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You will fly, dear,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All the long year.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Wings of springtime,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wings of summer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wings of autumn,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wings of winter!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here is</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A dress for springtime.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she gave him</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A dress of grasses,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Orchard blossoms,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wildflowers found in</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mountain passes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Shoes of song and</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Wings of rhyme</i>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here is</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A dress for summer.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she gave him</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A hat of sunflowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A suit of poppies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Clover, daisies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All from wheat-sheaves</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In harvest time;</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Shoes of song and</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Wings of rhyme</i>.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here is</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A dress for autumn.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she gave him</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A suit of red haw,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hickory, apple,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Elder, paw paw,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Maple, hazel,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Elm and grape leaves.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And blue</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And white</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cloaks of smoke,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And veils of sunlight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the Indian summer prime!</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Shoes of song and</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Wings of rhyme.</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here is</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A dress for winter.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she gave him</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A polar bear suit,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he heard the</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Christmas horns toot,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she gave him</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Green festoons and</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Red balloons and</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">All the sweet cakes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the snow flakes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Christmas time,</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Shoes of song and</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Wings of rhyme</i>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And the fairy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Kept him laughing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Led him dancing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Kept him climbing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the hill tops</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Toward the moon.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We shall see silver ships.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We shall see singing ships,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Valleys of spray today,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mountains of foam.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We have been long away,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Far from our wonderland.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here come the ships of love</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Taking us home.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Who are our captains bold?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They are the saints of old.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">One is Saint Christopher.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">He takes your hand.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He leads the cloudy fleet.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He gives us bread and meat.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His is our ship till</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We reach our dear land.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Where is our house to be?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Far in the ether sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There where the North Star</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is moored in the deep.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sleepy old comets nod</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There on the silver sod.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sleepy young fairy flowers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Laugh in their sleep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A hundred years</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There we will fly</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And play</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I spy and cross tag.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And meet on the high way,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And call to the game</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Little Red Riding Hood,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Goldilocks, Santa Claus,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every beloved</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And heart-shaking name.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And the lame child</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the fairy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Journeyed far, far</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the North Star.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BLACKSMITHS_SERENADE">THE BLACKSMITH’S SERENADE</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="center"><i>A pantomime and farce, to be acted by My Lady on one side -of a shutter, while the singer chants on the other, to an iron -guitar.</i></p> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">John Littlehouse the redhead was a large ruddy man</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Quite proud to be a blacksmith, and he loved Polly Ann, Polly Ann.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Straightway to her window with his iron guitar he came</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Breathing like a blacksmith—his wonderful heart’s flame.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though not very bashful and not very bold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He had reached the plain conclusion his passion must be told.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And so he sang: “Awake, awake,”—this hip-hoo-rayious man.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Do you like me, do you love me, Polly Ann, Polly Ann?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The rooster on my coalshed crows at break of day.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It makes a person happy to hear his roundelay.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fido in my woodshed barks at fall of night.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">He makes one feel so safe and snug. He barks exactly right.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I swear to do my stylish best and purchase all I can</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the flummeries, flunkeries and mummeries of man.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And I will carry in the coal and the water from the spring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And I will sweep the porches if you will cook and sing.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No doubt your Pa sleeps like a rock. Of course Ma is awake</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But dares not say she hears me, for gentle custom’s sake.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your sleeping father knows I am a decent honest man.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Will you wake him, Polly Ann,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And if he dares deny it I will thrash him, lash bash mash</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hash him, Polly Ann.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hum hum hum, fee fie fo fum—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And my brawn should wed your beauty</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Do you hear me, Polly Ann, Polly Ann?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Polly had not heard of him before, but heard him now.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She blushed behind the shutters like a pippin on the bough.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She was not overfluttered, she was not overbold.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She was glad a lad was living with a passion to be told.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But she spoke up to her mother: “Oh, what an awful man:—”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">This merry merry quite contrary tricky trixy, Polly Ann, Polly Ann.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The neighbors put their heads out of the windows. They said:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“What sort of turtle dove is this that seems to wake the dead?”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes, in their nighties whispered this question to the night.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They did not dare to shout it. It wouldn’t be right.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And so, I say, they whispered:—“Does she hear this awful man,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Polly Ann, Polly Ann?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">John Littlehouse the redhead sang on of his desires:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Steel makes the wires of lyres, makes the frames of terrible towers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And circus chariots’ tires.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Believe me, dear, a blacksmith man can feel.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I will bind you, if I can to my ribs with hoops of steel.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Do you hear me, Polly Ann, Polly Ann?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And then his tune was silence, for he was not a fool.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He let his voice rest, his iron guitar cool.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And thus he let the wind sing, the stars sing and the grass sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The prankishness of love sing, the girl’s tingling feet sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her trembling sweet hands sing, her mirror in the dark sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her grace in the dark sing, her pillow in the dark sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The savage in her blood sing, her starved little heart sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Silently sing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yes, I hear you, Mister Man,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To herself said Polly Ann, Polly Ann.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He shouted one great loud “<i>Good night</i>,” and laughed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And skipped home.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And every star was winking in the wide wicked dome.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And early in the morning, sweet Polly stole away.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And though the town went crazy, she is his wife today.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_APPLE_BLOSSOM_SNOW_BLUES">THE APPLE BLOSSOM SNOW BLUES</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="hang"><i>A “blues” is a song in the mood of Milton’s Il Penseroso, or -a paragraph from Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy. This present -production is the chronicle of the secret soul of a vaudeville -man, as he dances in the limelight with his haughty lady. Let -the reader take special pains to make his own tune for this -production, to a very delicate drum beat.</i></p> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“<i>Your</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dandelion beauty,</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Your</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cherry-blossom beauty,</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Your</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Apple-blossom beauty,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I will dance as I can,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You rag time lady,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You jazz dancing lady,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">O</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You blues-singing lady,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Thinks</i> the blues-singing man.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Your</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grace and slightness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your fragrant whiteness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Make me see the bending</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of an apple-blossom bough.</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>You</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Are a fairy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet a jump-jazz dancer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is a robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Singing, making merry</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the apple-flowers now.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">See him kneel and canter</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And smirk and banter,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And essay her heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the gourd horns blow.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For he is her lover</div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>And</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her dancing partner,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the blues he made</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Called “The Apple Blossom Snow.”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">She does her duty</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No more</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Than her duty,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet the packed house cheers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the gallery rim.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her young scorn fires them,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its pep inspires them,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They watch her lover</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And envy him.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He does not fathom</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What her heart has in keeping</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till that last circus leaping</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Takes all by surprise.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then he catches her softly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Saves her gently,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a mood for his soul</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lights her pansy eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She steps rare measures.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her eyes are treasures.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Brave truth shines out</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From her young-witch glance.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the velvety shade,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah, the thoughts of the maid.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Relenting glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unveiled by chance.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Though soon thereafter</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She hides in laughter,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And flouts all his loving,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He will dance as he can,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As he can,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like a man,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With his jazz dancing wonder,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With his pansy blossom wonder,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With his apple blossom wonder,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With his rag time lady,</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i>Grand finale of jazz music, like the fall of a pile of -dishes in the kitchen.</i><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</span></div> - <div class="verse indent2">The</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rag</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Time</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Man.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DANIEL_JAZZ">THE DANIEL JAZZ</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="hang"><i>Let the leader train the audience to roar like lions, and to -join in the refrain “Go chain the lions down,” before he begins -to lead them in this jazz.</i></p> -</div> - - - -<div class="poetry-cont-side"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="sidenote"><i>Beginning with a strain of “Dixie.”</i></div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Darius the Mede was a king and a wonder.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His eye was proud, and his voice was thunder.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He kept bad lions in a monstrous den.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He fed up the lions on Christian men.</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>With a touch of “Alexander’s Ragtime Band.”</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Daniel was the chief hired man of the land.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He stirred up the jazz in the palace band.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He whitewashed the cellar. He shovelled in the coal.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Daniel kept a-praying:—“Lord save my soul.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Daniel kept a-praying:—“Lord save my soul.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Daniel kept a-praying:—“Lord save my soul.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Daniel was the butler, swagger and swell.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He ran up stairs. He answered the bell.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And <i>he</i> would let in whoever came a-calling:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Saints so holy, scamps so appalling.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old man Ahab leaves his card.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Elisha and the bears are a-waiting in the yard.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here comes Pharaoh and his snakes a-calling.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here comes Cain and his wife a-calling.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego for tea.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here comes Jonah and the whale,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the <i>Sea</i>!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here comes St. Peter and his fishing pole.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here comes Judas and his silver a-calling.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here comes old Beelzebub a-calling.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Daniel kept a-praying:—“Lord save my soul.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Daniel kept a-praying:—“Lord save my soul.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Daniel kept a-praying:—“Lord save my soul.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">His sweetheart and his mother were Christian and meek.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They washed and ironed for Darius every week.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">One Thursday he met them at the door:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Paid them as usual, but acted sore.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He said:—“Your Daniel is a dead little pigeon.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He’s a good hard worker, but he talks religion.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he showed them Daniel in the lion’s cage.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Daniel standing quietly, the lions in a rage.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">His good old mother cried:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lord save him.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Daniel’s tender sweetheart cried:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lord save him.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And she was a golden lily in the dew.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she was as sweet as an apple on the tree</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she was as fine as a melon in the corn-field,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gliding and lovely as a ship on the sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gliding and lovely as a ship on the sea.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And she prayed to the Lord:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“<i>Send</i> Gabriel. <i>Send</i> Gabriel.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">King Darius said to the lions:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bite Daniel. Bite Daniel.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bite him. Bite him. Bite him!”</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>Here the audience roars with the leader.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus roared the lions:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“We want Daniel, Daniel, Daniel,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We want Daniel, Daniel, Daniel.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”</div> - </div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</span></p> -<div class="sidenote"><i>The audience sings this with the leader, to the old negro -tune.</i></div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And Daniel did not frown,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Daniel did not cry.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He kept on looking at the sky.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the Lord said to Gabriel:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Go chain the lions down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go chain the lions down.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go chain the lions down.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go chain the lions down.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And <i>Gabriel</i> chained the lions,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And <i>Gabriel</i> chained the lions,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And <i>Gabriel</i> chained the lions,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Daniel got out of the den,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Daniel got out of the den,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Daniel got out of the den.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Darius said:—“You’re a Christian child,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Darius said:—“You’re a Christian child,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Darius said:—“You’re a Christian child,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And gave him his job again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And gave him his job again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And gave him his job again.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WHEN_PETER_JACKSON_PREACHED_IN_THE_OLD_CHURCH">WHEN PETER JACKSON PREACHED IN THE OLD CHURCH</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="hang"><i>To be sung to the tune of the old Negro Spiritual “Every -time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray.”</i></p> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Peter Jackson was a-preaching</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the house was still as snow.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He whispered of repentance</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the lights were dim and low</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And were almost out</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When he gave the first shout:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Arise, arise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cry out your eyes.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And we mourned all our terrible sins away.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Clean, clean away.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then we marched around, around,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And sang with a wonderful sound:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray.”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And we fell by the altar</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And fell by the aisle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And found our Savior</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In just a little while,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We all found Jesus at the break of the day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We all found Jesus at the break of the day.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Blessed Jesus,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Blessed Jesus.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CONSCIENTIOUS_DEACON">THE CONSCIENTIOUS DEACON</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>A song to be syncopated as you please</i></p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Black cats, grey cats, green cats miau—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Chasing the deacon who stole the cow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He runs and tumbles, he tumbles and runs.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He sees big white men with dogs and guns.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He falls down flat. He turns to stare—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No cats, no dogs, and no men there.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But black shadows, grey shadows, green shadows come.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The wind says, “Miau!” and the rain says, “Hum!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He goes straight home. He dreams all night.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He howls. He puts his wife in a fright.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Black devils, grey devils, green devils shine—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes, by Sambo,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the fire looks fine!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cat devils, dog devils, cow devils grin—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes, by Sambo,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the fire rolls in.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And so, next day, to avoid the worst—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He takes that cow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where he found her first.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="DAVY_JONES_DOOR-BELL">DAVY JONES’ DOOR-BELL</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>A Chant for Boys with Manly Voices.</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Every line sung one step deeper than the line preceding.</i></p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Any sky-bird sings,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">“<i>Ring, ring!</i>”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Any church-chime calls,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">“<i>Dong ding!</i>”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Any cannon says,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">“<i>Boom bang!</i>”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Any whirlwind says,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">“<i>Whing whang!</i>”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The bell-buoy hums and roars,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">“<i>Ding dong!</i>”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And way down deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where fishes throng,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By Davy Jones’ big deep-sea door,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shaking the ocean’s flowery floor,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His door-bell booms</div> - <div class="verse indent6">“<i>Dong dong,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent6"><i>Dong dong</i>,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Deep, deep down,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</span> - <div class="verse indent6">“<i>Clang boom,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent6"><i>Boom dong,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent6"><i>Boom dong,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent6"><i>Boom dong!</i>”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SEA_SERPENT_CHANTEY">THE SEA SERPENT CHANTEY</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<p class="center">I</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s a snake on the western wave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And his crest is red.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He is long as a city street,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he eats the dead.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the snake goes down.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he waits in the bottom of the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the men that drown.</div> - </div> - -<div class="sidenote"><i>Let the audience join in the chorus.</i></div> - - - <div class="stanza"> -<p>Chorus:—</p> - <div class="verse indent2">This is the voice of the sand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(The sailors understand)</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is far more sea than sand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There is far more sea than land. Yo ... ho, yo ... ho.”</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">II</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He waits by the door of his cave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the ages moan.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He cracks the ribs of the ships</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">With his teeth of stone.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In his gizzard deep and long</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Much treasure lies.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, the pearls and the Spanish gold....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the idols’ eyes....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, the totem poles ... the skulls ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The altars cold ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The wedding rings, the dice ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The buoy bells old.</div> - </div> - -<p>Chorus:—This is the voice, etc.</p> - - -<p class="center">III</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Dive, mermaids, with sharp swords</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And cut him through,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And bring us the idols’ eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the red gold too.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lower the grappling hooks</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Good pirate men</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And drag him up by the tongue</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From his deep wet den.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We will sail to the end of the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We will nail his hide</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the main mast of the moon</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the evening tide.</div> - </div> - -<p>Chorus:—This is the voice, etc.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</span></p> - - -<p class="center">IV</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Or will you let him live,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The deep-sea thing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the wrecks of all the world</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a black wide ring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the hole in the bottom of the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the snake goes down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where he waits in the bottom of the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the men that drown?</div> - </div> -<p>Chorus:—This is the voice, etc.</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LITTLE_TURTLE">THE LITTLE TURTLE</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="center"><i>A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old</i></p> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">There was a little turtle.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He lived in a box.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He swam in a puddle.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He climbed on the rocks.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He snapped at a musquito.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He snapped at a flea.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He snapped at a minnow.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he snapped at me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He caught the musquito.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He caught the flea.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He caught the minnow.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But he didn’t catch me.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THIRD_SECTION">THIRD SECTION -<br> -<span class="small">COBWEBS AND CABLES</span></h2> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SCIENTIFIC_ASPIRATION">THE SCIENTIFIC ASPIRATION</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Would that the dry hot wind called Science came,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Forerunner of a higher mystic day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though vile machine-made commerce clear the way—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though nature losing shame should lose her veil,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And ghosts of buried angel-warriors wail</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fall of Heaven, and the relentless Sun</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Smile on, as Abraham’s God forever dies—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lord, give us Darwin’s eyes!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_VISIT_TO_MAB">THE VISIT TO MAB</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">When glad vacation time began</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A snail-king said to his dear spouse,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Come, let us lock our birch-bark house</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And visit some important man.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Each summer we have hoped to go</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To see the sultan Gingerbread</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Who wears chopped citron on his head</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And currant love-locks in a row.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“And see his vizier Chocolate Bill</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And Popcorn Man, his pale young priest.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">They live twelve inches to the east</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Behind the lofty brown-bread hill.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">His wife said: “Simple elegance</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Is what we want. It is the mode</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To take the little western road</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To where the blue-grass fairies dance.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I think the queen will recognize</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Our atmosphere of wealth and ease.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">My steel-grey shell is sure to please,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she will fear your fiery eyes.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And so they visited proud Mab.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The firs were laughing overhead,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The chattering roses burned deep-red.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The snails were queer and dumb and drab.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The contrast made them quite the thing.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A setting spells success at times.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Mab gave the queen a book of rhymes.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A tissue-cap she gave the king,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Like caps the children wear for sport.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And vainer than he well could say</div> - <div class="verse indent4">He called gay Mab his “pride and stay,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With pompous speeches to the court.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">They journeyed home, made young indeed,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">But opening the book of song</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Each poem looked so deep and long</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They could not bear to start to read.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SONG_OF_THE_STURDY_SNAILS">THE SONG OF THE STURDY SNAILS</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Gristly bare-bone fingers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On my window-pane—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The drumbeat of a ghost</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Louder than the rain!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh frail, storm-shaken hut—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No candle, not a spark</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of fire within the grate.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh the lonely dark!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Trembling by the window</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I watched the lightning flash</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And saw the little villains</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon the outer sash</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And other small musicians</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon the window-pane—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Garden snails, a-dragging</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their shells amid the rain!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The thunder blew away.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My happiness began.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Over the dripping darkness</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rills of moonlight ran.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In the silence rich</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The scratching of the shells</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Became a crooning music</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A lazy peal of bells.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So fearless in the night</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My sluggard brothers bold!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your fancies swift and glowing;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your footsteps slow and cold!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My happy beggar-brothers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tuning all together,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Playing on the pane</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Praise of stormy weather!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon a ragged pillow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At last I laid my head</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And watched the sparkling window</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the wan light on my bed.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the glass came flying</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dream snails, with leafy wings—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Glided on the moonbeams—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And all the snails were kings!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">With crowns of pollen yellow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And eyes of firefly gold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Behold—to crooning music</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their coiling wings unrolled!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">These tiny kings I saw</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Reigning over white</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bisque jars of fairy flowers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In sturdy proud delight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">These jars in fairyland</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Await good snails that keep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Vigils on the windows</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of beggars fast asleep.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ANOTHER_WORD_ON_THE_SCIENTIFIC_ASPIRATION">ANOTHER WORD ON THE SCIENTIFIC ASPIRATION</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There’s machinery in the butterfly.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s a mainspring to the bee.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s hydraulics to a daisy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And contraptions to a tree.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“If we could see the birdie</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That makes the chirping sound</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With psycho-analytic eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And x ray, scientific eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We could see the wheels go round.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>And I hope all men</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Who think like this</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Will soon lie</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Underground.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="DANCING_FOR_A_PRIZE">DANCING FOR A PRIZE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Three fairies by the Sangamon</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Were dancing for a prize.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The rascals were alike indeed</div> - <div class="verse indent4">As they danced with drooping eyes.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I gave the magic acorn</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To the one I loved the best,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The imp that made me think of her</div> - <div class="verse indent4">My heart’s eternal guest,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My lady of the tea-rose, my lady far away,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Queen of the fleets of No-Man’s-Land</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That sail to old Cathay.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">How did the trifler hint of her?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah, when the dance was done</div> - <div class="verse indent4">They begged me for the acorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Laughing every one.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Two had eyes of midnight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And one had golden eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And I gave the golden acorn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the scamp with golden eyes.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Confessor Dandelion,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">My priest so grey and wise</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Whispered when I gave it</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the girl with golden eyes:</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“She is like your Queen of Glory</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On China’s holy strand</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Who drove the coiling dragons</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like doves before her hand.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="COLD_SUNBEAMS">COLD SUNBEAMS</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The Question:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Tell me, where do fairy queens</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Find their bridal veils?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The Answer:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“If you were now a fairy queen</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then I, your faithless page and bold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would win the realm by winning you.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your veil would be transparent gold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">White magic spiders wove for you</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At cold grey dawn, from sunbeams cold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While robins sang amid the dew.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOR_ALL_WHO_EVER_SENT_LACE_VALENTINES">FOR ALL WHO EVER SENT LACE VALENTINES</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The little-boy lover</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And little-girl lover</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Met the first time</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At the house of a friend.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And great the respect</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the little-boy lover.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The awe and the fear of her</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stayed to the end.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The little girl chattered</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Incessantly chattered,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hardly would look</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When he tried to be nice.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But deeply she trembled</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The little-girl lover,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Eaten with flame</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While she tried to be ice.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The lion of loving</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The terrible lion</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Woke in the two</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Long before they could wed.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The world said: “Child hearts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You must keep till the summer.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is not allowed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That your hearts should be red.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">If only a wizard</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A kindly grey wizard</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Had built them a house</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a cave underground.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With an emerald door,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And honey to eat!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But it seemed that no wizard</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was waiting around.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh children with fancies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The rarest of notions,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The rarest of passions</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hopes here below!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Many a child,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His young heart too timid</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Has fled from his princess</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No other to know.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I have seen them with faces</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like books out of Heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With messages there</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The harsh world should read,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The lions and roses and lilies of love,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its tender, mystic, tyrannical need.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Were I god of the village</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My servants should mate them.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Were I priest of the church</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I would set them apart.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">If the wide state were mine</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It should live for such darlings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hedge with all shelter</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The child-wedded heart.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_LADY_IS_COMPARED_TO_A_YOUNG_TREE">MY LADY IS COMPARED TO A YOUNG TREE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">When I see a young tree</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In its white beginning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With white leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And white buds</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Barely tipped with green,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the April weather,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the weeping sunshine—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then I see my lady,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My democratic queen,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Standing free and equal</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the youngest woodland sapling</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Swaying, singing in the wind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Delicate and white:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Soul so near to blossom,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fragile, strong as death;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A kiss from far off Eden,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A flash of Judgment’s trumpet—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">April’s breath.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_EVE_MANS_DREAM_OF_WIFEHOOD_AS_DESCRIBED_BY_MILTON">TO EVE, MAN’S DREAM OF WIFEHOOD AS DESCRIBED BY MILTON</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Darling of Milton—when that marble man</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Saw you in shadow, coming from God’s hand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Serene and young, did he not chant for you</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Praises more quaint than he could understand?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To justify the ways of God to man”—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So, self-deceived, his printed purpose runs.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His love for you is the true key to him,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Uriel and Michael were your sons.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Your bosom nurtured his Urania.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your meek voice, piercing through his midnight sleep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shook him far more than silver chariot wheels</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or rattling shields, or trumpets of the deep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Titan and lover, could he be content</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With Eden’s narrow setting for your spell?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You wound soft arms around his brows. He smiled</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And grimly for your home built Heaven and Hell.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">That was his posy. A strange gift, indeed.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We bring you what we can, not what is fit.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Eve, dream of wifehood! Each man in his way</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Serves you with chants according to his wit.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_KIND_OF_SCORN">A KIND OF SCORN</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">You do not know my pride</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or the storm of scorn I ride.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I am too proud to kiss you and leave you</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Without wonders</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Spreading round you like flame.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I am too proud to leave you</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Without love</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Haunting your very name:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Until you bear the Grail</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Above your head in splendor</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O child, dear and pale.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I am too proud to leave you</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though we part forevermore</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till all your thoughts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go up toward Glory’s door.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, I am but a sinner proud and poor,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Utterly without merit</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To help you climb in wonder</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">A stair toward Heaven’s door—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Except that I have prayed my God,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And He will give the Grail,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And you will mourn no longer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beset, confused, and pale.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And God will lift you far on high,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The while I pray and pray</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Until the hour I die.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The effectual fervent prayer availeth much.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And my first prayer ascends this proud harsh day.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="HARPS_IN_HEAVEN">HARPS IN HEAVEN</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I will bring you great harps in Heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Made of giant shells</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the jasper sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a thousand burnt up years behind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What then of the gulf from you to me?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It will be but the width of a thread,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or the narrowest leaf of our sheltering tree.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">You dare not refuse my harps in Heaven.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or angels will mock you, and turn away.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or with angel wit,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Will praise your eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your pure Greek lips, and bid you play,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And sing of the love from them to you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then of my poor flaming heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the far off earth, when the years were new.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I will bring you such harps in Heaven</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That they will shake at your touch and breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose threads are rainbows,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Seventy times seven,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose voice is life, and silence death.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CELESTIAL_CIRCUS">THE CELESTIAL CIRCUS</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">In Heaven, if not on earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You and I will be dancing.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I will whirl you over my head,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A torch and a flag and a bird,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A hawk that loves my shoulder,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A dove with plumes outspread.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We will whirl for God when the trumpets</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Speak the millennial word.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">We will howl in praise of God,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dervish and young cyclone.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We will ride in the joy of God</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On circus horses white.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your feet will be white lightning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your spangles white and regal,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We will leap from the horses’ backs</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the cliffs of day and night.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">We will have our rest in the pits of sleep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the darkness heaps upon us,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And buries us for æons</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till we rise like grass in the spring.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We will come like dandelions,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like buttercups and crocuses,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And all the winter of our sleep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But make us storm and sing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">We will tumble like swift foam</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the wave-crests of old ghostland,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And dance on the crafts of doom,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And wrestle on the moon.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Saturn and his triple ring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Will be our tinsel circus,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till all sad wraiths of yesterday</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the stars rejoice and croon.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">O dancer, love undying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My soul, my swan, my eagle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The first of our million dancing years</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dawns, dawns soon.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FIRE-LADDIE_LOVE">THE FIRE-LADDIE, LOVE</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</span></p><div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The door has a bolt.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The window a grate.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O friend we are trapped</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the factory, Fate.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The flames pierce the ceiling.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The brands heap the floor.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But listen, dear heart:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A song at the door!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The forcing of bolts,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hewing of oak!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A sword breaks the lock</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With one cleaving stroke.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Naked and fair</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unscathed and wild</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Behold he comes swiftly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">An elfin-eyed child.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fire-laddie, <i>Love</i>,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is our hero this night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As he walks on the embers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His plumes are cloud white.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">He sings of the lightning</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And snow of desire,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His step parts the veil</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the factory fire.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh his chubby child hands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh his long curls agleam,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From out their soft tossing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Comes thunder and dream.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our fire-laddie, Love,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At the last moment here,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To bear us away</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To a road without fear,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the dark, to the wind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the mist, to the dawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the lilac blooms nod</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the rain renewed lawn.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To a land of deep knowledge</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our tired feet are led,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the stars of new morning</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still glint overhead.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweet Love walks between us</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With silences long.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His step is the music.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The day is the song.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOURTH_SECTION">FOURTH SECTION<br> -<span class="small"> -RHYMES CONCERNING THE LATE WORLD WAR AND THE NEXT WAR</span></h2> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IN_MEMORY_OF_MY_FRIEND_JOYCE_KILMER_POET_AND_SOLDIER">IN MEMORY OF MY FRIEND JOYCE KILMER, POET AND SOLDIER</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="center"><i>Written Armistice Day, November eleventh, 1918</i></p> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I hear a thousand chimes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I hear ten thousand chimes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I hear a million chimes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Heaven.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I see a thousand bells,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I see ten thousand bells,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I see a million bells</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Heaven.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Listen, friends and companions.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the deep heart,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweetly they toll.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I hear the chimes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of tomorrow ring,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The azure bells</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of eternal love....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I see the chimes</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Of tomorrow swing:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On unseen ropes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They gleam above.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Rejoice, friends and companions.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the deep heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweetly they toll.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">They shake the sky</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They blaze and sing.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They fill the air</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like larks a-wing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like storm-clouds</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Turned to blue-bell flowers.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like Spring gone mad,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like stars in showers.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Join the song,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Friends and companions.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the deep heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweetly they toll.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And some are near,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And touch my hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Small whispering blooms</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">From Beulah Land.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Giants afar</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still touch the sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still give their giant</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Battle-cry.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Join hands, friends and companions.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the deep heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweetly they toll.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And every bell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is voice and breath</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of a spirit</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who has conquered death,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In this great war</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Has given all,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like Kilmer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Heard the hero-call.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Join hands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Poets,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Friends,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Companions.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the deep heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweetly they toll!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_TIGER_ON_PARADE">THE TIGER ON PARADE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The Sparrow and the Robin on a toot</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drunk on honey-dew and violet’s breath</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Came knocking at the brazen bars of Death.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Death, no other than a tiger caged,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a street parade that had no ending,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Roared at them and clawed at them and raged—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose chirping was the height of their offending.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His paws too big—their fluttering bodies small</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Escaped unscathed above the City Hall.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">They learned new dances, scattering birdy laughter,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And filled again their throats with honey-dew.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A Maltese kitten killed them, two days after.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But they had had their fill. It was enough:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Had quarreled, made up, on many a lilac swayed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Darted through sunny thunder-clouds and rainbows,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">High above that tiger on parade.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FEVER_CALLED_WAR">THE FEVER CALLED WAR</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Love and Kindness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Two sad shadows</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Over the old nations,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bigger than the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mists above a grave!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Says Love, the shadow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To Kindness the shadow:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“I weep for the children</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No miracle will save.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All the little children</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Are down with the fever,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thousands upon thousands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Blind and deaf and mad.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their fathers are all dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the same raging fever</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is burning up the children,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The babes that once were glad.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="STANZAS_IN_JUST_THE_RIGHT_TONE_FOR_THE_SPIRITED_GENTLEMEN_WHO_WOULD">STANZAS IN JUST THE RIGHT TONE FOR THE SPIRITED GENTLEMEN WHO WOULD -CONQUER MEXICO</h2> -</div> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Alexander</span></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would I might waken in you Alexander,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Murdering the nations wickedly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flooding his time with blood remorselessly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sowing new Empires, where the Athenian light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Knowledge and music, slay the Asian night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And men behold Apollo in the sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God make us splendid, though by grievous wrong.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God make us fierce and strong.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Mohammed</span></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would that on horses swifter than desire</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We rode behind Mohammed ’round the zones</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With swords unceasing, sowing fields of bones,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till New America, ancient Mizraim,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cry: “Allah is the God of Abraham.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God make our host relentless as the sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Each soul your spear, your banner and your slave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God help us to be brave.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</span></p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Napoleon</span></div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would that the cold adventurous Corsican</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Woke with new hope of glory, strong from sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Instructed how to conquer and to keep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">More justly, having dreamed awhile, yea crowned</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With shining flowers, God-given; while the sound</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of singing continents, following the sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Calls freeborn men to guard Napoleon’s throne</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who makes the eternal hopes of man his own.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MODEST_JAZZ-BIRD">THE MODEST JAZZ-BIRD</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The Jazz-bird sings a barnyard song—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A cock-a-doodle bray,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A jingle-bells, a boiler works,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A he-man’s roundelay.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The eagle said, “My noisy son,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I send you out to fight!”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So the youngster spread his sunflower wings</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And roared with all his might.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">His headlight eyes went flashing</div> - <div class="verse indent4">From Oregon to Maine;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the land was dark with airships</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In the darting Jazz-bird’s train.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Crossing the howling ocean,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">His bell-mouth shook the sky;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the Yankees in the trenches</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Gave back the hue and cry.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</span></p> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And Europe had not heard the like—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And Germany went down!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fowl of steel with clashing claws</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Tore off the Kaiser’s crown.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</span></p> -<p>When the statue of Andrew Jackson before the White House in Washington -is removed, America is doomed. The nobler days of America’s innocence, -in which it was set up, always have a special tang for those who are -tasty. But this is not all. It is only the America that has the courage -of her complete past that can hold up her head in the world of the -artists, priests and sages. It is for us to put the iron dog and deer -back upon the lawn, the John Rogers group back into the parlor, and get -new inspiration from these and from Andrew Jackson ramping in bronze -replica in New Orleans, Nashville and Washington, and add to them a -sense of humor, till it becomes a sense of beauty that will resist the -merely dulcet and affettuoso.</p> -</div> - -<p>Please read Lorado Taft’s <i>History of American Sculpture</i>, pages -123-127, with these matters in mind. I quote a few bits:</p> - -<p>“... The maker of the first equestrian statue in the history of -American sculpture: Clark Mills.... Never having seen General Jackson -or an equestrian statue, he felt himself incompetent ... the incident, -however, made an impression on his mind, and he reflected sufficiently -to produce a design which was the very one subsequently<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</span> executed.... -Congress appropriated the old cannon captured by General Jackson.... -Having no notion, nor even suspicion of a dignified sculptural -treatment of a theme, the clever carpenter felt, nevertheless, the need -of a feature.... He built a colossal horse, adroitly balanced on the -hind legs, and America gazed with bated breath. Nobody knows or cares -whether the rider looks like Jackson or not.</p> - -<p>“The extraordinary pose of the horse absorbs all attention, all -admiration. There may be some subconscious feeling of respect for a -rider who holds on so well....”</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_STATUE_OF_OLD_ANDREW_JACKSON">THE STATUE OF OLD ANDREW JACKSON</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>Written while America was in the midst of the war with Germany, -August, 1918</i></p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Andrew Jackson was eight feet tall.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His arm was a hickory limb and a maul.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His sword was so long he dragged it on the ground.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every friend was an equal. Every foe was a hound.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Andrew Jackson was a Democrat,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defying kings in his old cocked hat.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His vast steed rocked like a hobby horse.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But he sat straight up. He held his course.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He licked the British at Noo Orleens;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beat them out of their elegant jeans.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He piled the cotton-bales twenty feet high,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he snorted “freedom,” and it flashed from his eye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And the American Eagle swooped through the air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And cheered when he heard the Jackson swear:—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">“By the Eternal, let them come.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sound Yankee Doodle. Let the bullets hum.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And his wild men, straight from the woods, fought on</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till the British fops were dead and gone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And now Old Andrew Jackson fights</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To set the sad big world to rights.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He joins the British and the French.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He cheers up the Italian trench.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He’s making Democrats of these,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And freedom’s sons of Japanese.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His hobby horse will gallop on</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till all the infernal Huns are gone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yes!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the Eternal!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Old Andrew Jackson!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SEW_THE_FLAGS_TOGETHER">SEW THE FLAGS TOGETHER</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Great wave of youth, ere you be spent,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweep over every monument</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of caste, smash every high imperial wall</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That stands against the new World State,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And overwhelm each ravening hate,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And heal, and make blood-brothers of us all.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor let your clamor cease</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till ballots conquer guns.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drum on for the world’s peace</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till the Tory power is gone.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Envenomed lame old age</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is not our heritage,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But springtime’s vast release, and flaming dawn.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Peasants, rise in splendor</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your accounting render</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ere the lords unnerve your hand!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sew the flags together.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Do not tear them down.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hurl the worlds together.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Dethrone the wallowing monster</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the clown.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resolving:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Only that shall grow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Balkan furrow, Chinese row,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That blooms, and is perpetually young.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That only be held fine and dear</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That brings heart-wisdom year by year</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And puts this thrilling word upon the tongue:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“The United States of Europe, Asia, and the World.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Youth will be served,” now let us cry.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hurl the referendum.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your fathers, five long years ago,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resolved to strike, too late.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sun-crowned crowds</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Innumerable,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of boys and girls</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Imperial,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With your patchwork flag of brotherhood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On high,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With every silk</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In one flower-banner whirled—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rise,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Citizens of one tremendous state,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The United States of Europe, Asia, and the World.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The dawn is rose-drest and impearled.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The guards of privilege are spent.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The blood-fed captains nod.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So Saxon, Slav, French, German,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yankee, Chinese, Japanese,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All the lands, all the seas,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the blazing rainbow flag unfurled,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rise, rise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Take the sick dragons by surprise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Highly establish,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the name of God,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The United States of Europe, Asia, and the World.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Written for William Stanley Braithwaite’s Victory Anthology -issued at once, after Armistice Day, November, 1918.</p> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="JUSTINIAN">JUSTINIAN</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center">(<i>The Tory Reply</i>)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Nay, let us have the marble peace of Rome,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Recorded in the Code Justinian,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till Pagan Justice shelters man from man.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fanatics snarl like mongrel dogs; the code</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Will build each custom like a Roman Road,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Direct as daylight, clear-eyed as the sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God grant all crazy world-disturbers cease.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God give us honest peace.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_VOICE_OF_ST_FRANCIS_OF_ASSISI">THE VOICE OF ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I saw St. Francis by a stream</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Washing his wounds that bled.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The aspens quivered overhead.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The silver doves flew round.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Weeping and sore dismayed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Peace, peace,” St. Francis prayed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But the soft doves quickly fled.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Carrion crows flew round.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">An earthquake rocked the ground.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“War, war,” the west wind said.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IN_WHICH_ROOSEVELT_IS_COMPARED_TO_SAUL">IN WHICH ROOSEVELT IS COMPARED TO SAUL</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="hang"><i>Written and published in 1913, and republished five years -later, in The Boston Transcript, on the death of Roosevelt.</i></p> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is David?... Oh God’s people</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Saul has passed, the good and great.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mourn for Saul, the first anointed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Head and shoulders o’er the state.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He was found among the prophets:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Judge and monarch, merged in one.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But the wars of Saul are ended,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the works of Saul are done.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Where is David, ruddy shepherd,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God’s boy-king for Israel?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mystic, ardent, dowered with beauty,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Singing where still waters dwell?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Prophet, find that destined minstrel</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wandering on the range today,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Driving sheep, and crooning softly</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Psalms that cannot pass away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“David waits,” the prophet answers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“In a black, notorious den,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a cave upon the border,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With four hundred outlaw men.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He is fair and loved of women,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mighty hearted, born to sing:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thieving, weeping, erring, praying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Radiant, royal rebel-king.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He will come with harp and psaltry,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Quell his troop of convict swine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Quell his mad-dog roaring rascals,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Witching them with tunes divine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They will ram the walls of Zion,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They will win us Salem hill,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All for David, shepherd David,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Singing like a mountain rill.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="HAIL_TO_THE_SONS_OF_ROOSEVELT">HAIL TO THE SONS OF ROOSEVELT</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“<i>Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong -came forth sweetness.</i>”—<i>Samson’s riddle.</i></p> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">There is no name for brother</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like the name of Jonathan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The son of Saul.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And so we greet you all:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sons of Roosevelt—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sons of Saul.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Four brother Jonathans went out to battle.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let every Yankee poet sing their praise</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through all the days—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What David sang of Saul</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Jonathan, beloved more than all.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">God grant such sons, begot of our young men,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To make each generation glad again.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let sons of Saul be springing up again:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Out of the eater, fire and power again.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the lost lion, honey for all men.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I hear the sacred Rocky Mountains call,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I hear the Mississippi Jordan call:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“<i>Stand up, America, and praise them all,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent2"><i>Living and dead, the fine young sons of Saul!</i>”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SPACIOUS_DAYS_OF_ROOSEVELT">THE SPACIOUS DAYS OF ROOSEVELT</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">These were the spacious days of Roosevelt.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would that among you chiefs like him arose</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To win the wrath of our united foes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To chain King Mammon in the donjon-keep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To rouse our godly citizens that sleep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till as one soul, we shout up to the sun</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The battle-yell of freedom and the right—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lord, let good men unite.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Nay, I would have you lonely and despised.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Statesmen whom only statesmen understand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Artists whom only artists can command,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sages whom all but sages scorn, whose fame</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dies down in lies, in synonyms for shame</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the best populace beneath the sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God give us tasks that martyrs can revere,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still too much hated to be whispered here.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Would we might drink, with knowledge high and kind</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hemlock cup of Socrates the king,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Knowing right well we know not anything,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">With full life done, bowing before the law,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Binding young thinkers’ hearts with loyal awe,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And fealty fixed as the ever-enduring sun—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God let us live, seeking the highest light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God help us die aright.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Nay, I would have you grand, and still forgotten,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hid like the stars at noon, as he who set</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Egyptian magic of man’s alphabet;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or that far Coptic, first to dream in pain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That dauntless souls cannot by death be slain—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Conquering for all men then, the fearful grave.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God keep us hid, yet vaster far than death.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God help us to be brave.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FIFTH_SECTION">FIFTH SECTION<br> -RHYMES OF THE MIDDLE WEST AND SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS</h2> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WHEN_THE_MISSISSIPPI_FLOWED_IN_INDIANA">WHEN THE MISSISSIPPI FLOWED IN INDIANA</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>Inscribed to Bruce Campbell, who read</i> Tom Sawyer <i>with me in -the old house</i></p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath Time’s roaring cannon</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Many walls fall down.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But though the guns break every stone,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Level every town:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Within our Grandma’s old front hall</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Some wonders flourish yet:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Pavement of Verona,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where stands young Juliet,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The roof of Blue-beard’s palace,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Kublai Khan’s wild ground,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The cave of young Aladdin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the jewel-flowers were found,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the garden of old Sparta</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where little Helen played,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The grotto of Miranda</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That Prospero arrayed,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And the cave, by the Mississippi,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where Becky Thatcher strayed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">On that Indiana stairway</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gleams Cinderella’s shoe.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon that mighty mountainside</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Walks Snow-white in the dew.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon that grassy hillside</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Trips shining Nicolette:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That stairway of remembrance</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Time’s cannon will not get—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That chattering slope of glory</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our little cousins made,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That hill by the Mississippi</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where Becky Thatcher strayed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Spring beauties on that cliffside,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love in the air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the soul’s deep Mississippi</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweeps on, forever fair.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he who enters in the cave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nothing shall make afraid,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The cave by the Mississippi</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where Tom and Becky strayed.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FAIRY_FROM_THE_APPLE-SEED">THE FAIRY FROM THE APPLE-SEED</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh apple-seed I planted in a silly shallow place</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a bowl of wrought silver, with Sangamon earth within it,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh baby tree that came, without an apple on it,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A tree that grew a tiny height, but thickened on apace,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With bossy glossy arms, and leaves of trembling lace.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">One night the trunk was rent, and the heavy bowl rocked round,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The boughs were bending here and there, with a curious locust sound,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a tiny dryad came, from out the doll tree,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And held the boughs in ivory hands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And waved her black hair round,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And climbed, and ate with merry words</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sudden fruit it bore.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And in the leaves she hides and sings</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And guards my study door.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">She guards it like a watchdog true</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And robbers run away.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Her eyes are lifted spears all night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But dove-eyes in the day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And she is stranger, stronger</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Than the funny human race.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lovelier her form, and holier her face.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She feeds me flowers and fruit</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a quaint grace.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She dresses in the apple-leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As delicate as lace.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This girl that came from Sangamon earth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a bowl of silver bright</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From an apple-seed I planted in a silly shallow place.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_HOT_TIME_IN_THE_OLD_TOWN">A HOT TIME IN THE OLD TOWN</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Guns salute, and crows and pigeons fly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bronzed, Homeric bards go striding by,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shouting “Glory” amid the cannonade:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resurrection</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Parade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Actors, craftsmen, builders, join the throng,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Painters, sculptors, florists tramp along,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Farm-boys prance, in tinsel, tin and jade:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love and Laughter</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crusade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The sun is blazing big as all the sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The mustard-plant with the sunflower climbing high,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the Indian corn in fiery plumes arrayed:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love and Beauty</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crusade.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Free and proud and mellow jamboree,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Roar and foam upon the prairie sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tom turkeys sing the sun a serenade:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resurrection</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Parade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Our sweethearts dance, with wands as white as milk,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With veils of gold and robes of silver silk,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their caps in velvet pansy-patterns made:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resurrection</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Parade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Wandering ’round the shrines we understand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Waving oak-boughs cheap and close at hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And field-flowers fair, for which no man has paid:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love and Beauty</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crusade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Hieroglyphic marchers here we bring.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rich inscriptions strut and talk and sing.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A scroll to read, a picture-word brigade:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Love and Laughter</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crusade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Swans for symbols deck the banners rare,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mighty acorn-signs command the air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For hearts of oak, by flying beauty swayed:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resurrection</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Parade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The flags are big, like rainbows flashing ’round,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They spread like sails, and lift us from the ground,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Star-born ships, that have come in masquerade:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the cross-roads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resurrection</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Parade.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DREAM_OF_ALL_THE_SPRINGFIELD_WRITERS">THE DREAM OF ALL THE SPRINGFIELD WRITERS</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I’ll haunt this town, though gone the maids and men,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The darling few, my friends and loves today.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My ghost returns, bearing a great sword-pen</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When far off children of their children play.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">That pen will drip with moonlight and with fire.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I’ll write upon the church-doors and the walls.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And reading there, young hearts shall leap the higher</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though drunk already with their own love-calls.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Still led of love and arm in arm, strange gold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall find in tracing the far-speeding track</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The dauntless war-cries that my sword-pen bold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall carve on terraces and tree-trunks black—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">On tree-trunks black beneath the blossoms white:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Just as the phosphorent merman, bound for home</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Jewels his fire-path in the tides at night</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While hurrying sea-babes follow through the foam.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And in December when the leaves are dead</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the first snow has carpeted the street</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While young cheeks flush a healthful Christmas red</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And young eyes glisten with youth’s fervor sweet—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My pen shall cut in winter’s snowy floor</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cries that in channelled glory leap and shine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My Village Gospel, living evermore</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Amid rejoicing, loyal friends of mine.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SPRINGFIELD_OF_THE_FAR_FUTURE">THE SPRINGFIELD OF THE FAR FUTURE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Some day our town will grow old.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“She is wicked and raw,” men say,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Awkward and brash and profane.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But the years have a healing way.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The years of God are like bread,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Balm of Gilead and sweet.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the soul of this little town</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our Father will make complete.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Some day our town will grow old,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Filled with the fullness of time,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Treasure on treasure heaped</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of beauty’s tradition sublime.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Proud and gay and grey</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like Hannah with Samuel blest.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Humble and girlish and white</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like Mary, the manger guest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Like Mary the manger queen</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bringing the God of Light</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Till Christmas is here indeed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And earth has no more of night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hosts of Magi come,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The wisest under the sun</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bringing frankincense and praise</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For her gift of the Infinite One.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="AFTER_READING_THE_SAD_STORY_OF_THE_FALL_OF_BABYLON">AFTER READING THE SAD STORY OF THE FALL OF BABYLON</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh Lady, my city, and new flower of the prairie,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What have we to do with this long time ago?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh lady love,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bud of tomorrow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With eyes that hold the hundred years</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet to ebb and flow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And breasts that burn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With great great grandsons</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All their valor, all their tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A century hence shall know,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What have we to do</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With this long time ago?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ALEXANDER_CAMPBELL">ALEXANDER CAMPBELL</h2> -</div> - -<p>“The present material universe, yet unrevealed in all its area, in -all its tenantries, in all its riches, beauty and grandeur will be -wholly regenerated. Of this fact we have full assurance since He that -now sits upon the throne of the Universe has pledged His word for it, -saying: ‘Behold I will create all things new,’ consequently, ‘new -heavens, new earth,’ consequently, new tenantries, new employments, -new pleasures, new joys, new ecstasies. There is a fullness of joy, a -fullness of glory and a fullness of blessedness of which no living man, -however enlightened, however enlarged, however gifted, ever formed or -entertained one adequate conception.”</p> - -<p>The above is the closing paragraph in Alexander Campbell’s last essay -in the <i>Millennial Harbinger</i>, which he had edited thirty-five -years. This paragraph appeared November, 1865, four months before his -death.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="I-MY_FATHERS_CAME_FROM_KENTUCKY">I—MY FATHERS CAME FROM KENTUCKY</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I was born in Illinois,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have lived there many days.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And I have Northern words,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thoughts,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And ways.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But my great grandfathers came</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the west with Daniel Boone,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And taught his babes to read,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And heard the red-bird’s tune;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And heard the turkey’s call,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And stilled the panther’s cry,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And rolled on the blue-grass hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And looked God in the eye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And feud and Hell were theirs;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love, like the moon’s desire,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Love like a burning mine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love like rifle-fire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I tell tales out of school</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till these Yankees hate my style.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Why should the young cad cry,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shout with joy for a mile?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Why do I faint with love</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till the prairies dip and reel?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My heart is a kicking horse</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shod with Kentucky steel.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">No drop of my blood from north</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Mason and Dixon’s line.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And this racer in my breast</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tears my ribs for a sign.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But I ran in Kentucky hills</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Last week. They were hearth and home....</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the church at Grassy Springs,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Under the red-bird’s wings</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was peace and honeycomb.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="II-WRITTEN_IN_A_YEAR_WHEN_MANY_OF_MY_PEOPLE_DIED">II—WRITTEN IN A YEAR WHEN MANY OF MY PEOPLE DIED</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I have begun to count my dead.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They wave green branches</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Around my head,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Put their hands upon my shoulders,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stand behind me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fly above me—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Presences that love me.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They watch me daily,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Murmuring, gravely, gaily,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Praising, reproving, readily.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And every year that company</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grows the greater, steadily.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And every day I count my dead</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In robes of sunrise, blue and red.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="III-A_RHYMED_ADDRESS_TO_ALL_RENEGADE_CAMPBELLITES_EXHORTING_THEM_TO">III—A RHYMED ADDRESS TO ALL RENEGADE CAMPBELLITES, EXHORTING THEM TO -RETURN</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<p class="center">I</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">O prodigal son, O recreant daughter,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When broken by the death of a child</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You called for the greybeard Campbellite elder,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who spoke as of old in the wild.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His voice held echoes of the deep woods of Kentucky.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He towered in apostolic state,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the portrait of Campbell emerged from the dark:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That genius beautiful and great.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And millennial trumpets poised, half lifted,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Millennial trumpets that wait.</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">II</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Like the woods of old Kentucky</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The memories of childhood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Arch up to where gold chariot wheels go ringing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To where the precious airs are terraces and roadways</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For witnesses to God, forever singing.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Like Mammoth Cave, Kentucky, the memories of childhood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go in and in forever underground</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To river and fountain of whispering and mystery</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And many a haunted hall without a sound.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To Indian hoards and carvings and graveyards unexplored.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To pits so deep a torch turns to a star</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whirling ’round and going down to the deepest rocks of earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the fiery roots of forests brave and far.</div> - </div> - -<p class="center">III</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">As I built cob-houses with small cousins on the floor:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(The talk was not meant for me).</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Daguerreotypes shone. The back log sizzled</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And my grandmother traced the family tree.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then she swept to the proverbs of Campbell again.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And we glanced at the portrait of that most benign of men</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Looking down through the evening gleam</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a bit of Andrew Jackson’s air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">More of Henry Clay</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the statesmen of Thomas Jefferson’s day:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the face of age,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And the flush of youth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And that air of going on, forever free.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">For once upon a time ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Long, long ago ...</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the holy forest land</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There was a jolly pre-millennial band,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When that text-armed apostle, Alexander Campbell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Held deathless debate with the wicked “infi-del.”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The clearing was a picnic ground.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Squirrels were barking.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The seventeen year locust charged by.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wild turkeys perched on high.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And millions of wild pigeons</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Broke the limbs of trees,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then shut out the sun, as they swept on their way.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But ah, the wilder dove of God flew down</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To bring a secret glory, and to stay,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the proud hunter-trappers, patriarchs that came</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To break bread together and to pray</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And oh the music of each living throbbing thing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When Campbell arose,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A pillar of fire,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The great high priest of the Spring.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He stepped from out the Brush Run Meeting House</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To make the big woods his cathedrals,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The river his baptismal font,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The rolling clouds his bells,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The storming skies his waterfalls,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His pastures and his wells.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Despite all sternness in his word</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Richer grew the rushing blood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Within our fathers’ coldest thought.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Imagination at the flood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Made flowery all they heard.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The deep communion cup</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the whole South lifted up.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Who were the witnesses, the great cloud of witnesses</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With which he was compassed around?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The heroes of faith from the days of Abraham</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stood on that blue-grass ground—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the battle-ax of thought</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hewed to the bone</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That the utmost generation</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till the world was set right</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Might have an America their own.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For religion Dionysian</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was far from Campbell’s doctrine.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">He preached with faultless logic</div> - <div class="verse indent2">An American Millennium:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The social order</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of a realist and farmer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With every neighbor</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Within stone wall and border.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the tongues of flame came down</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Almost in spite of him.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And now all but that Pentecost is dim.</div> - </div> - - -<p class="center">IV</p> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I walk the forest by the Daniel Boone trail.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By guide posts quaint.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the blazes are faint</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the rough old bark</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of silver poplars</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And elms once slim,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now monoliths tall.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I walk the aisle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The cathedral hall</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That is haunted still</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With chariots dim,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whispering still</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With debate and call.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I come to you from Campbell.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Turn again, prodigal</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Haunted by his name!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Artist, singer, builder,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The forest’s son or daughter!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You, the blasphemer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Will yet know repentance,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Campbell old and grey</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Will lead you to the dream-side</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of a pennyroyal river.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While your proud heart is shaken</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your confession will be taken</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your sins baptized away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">You, statesman-philosopher,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sage with high conceit</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who speak of revolutions, in long words,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And guide the little world as best you may:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I come to you from Campbell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And say he rides your way</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And will wait with you the coming of his day.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His horse still threads the forest,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though the storm be roaring down....</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Campbell enters now your log-house door.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Indeed you make him welcome, after many years,</div> - 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