HENRY S. SUTTON S THE BATTLE OF GOD O strive, so rule, Almighty Lord of All! So gloriously what baffles bring in thrall! And man may work with the great God: yea, ours Effectually the planet to subdue, And break old savagehood in claw and tusk; To draw our fellows up, as with a cord To be the blest companions of The Lord. RICHARD HENGIST HORNE DON QUIXOTE AT THE GRAVE OF ROSINANTE DROOP, stately trees! And bow your heads with all their heaviest shades, Where sleeps my friend — the loyal and the brave : O, ignorant earth! Canst thou indeed contain the spirit high This long, black shield This interposing darkness of despair Whate'er thy doom, My heart, chief mourner, shall companion thee, IV And this old, wither'd arm shall battle wage FACOB VAN DORT OR THE MODERN SADDUCEE JACOB I ACOB VAN DORT, of Amsterdam As husband, father, citizen, • Our people say I am ;— A model of sound flesh and blood: And at our synagogue, 'midst holy men, Thus have I lived for ninety years in health, Serenely dying, What have I done in my life's span· To look for life beyond the fate Of worlds that have some final date? III What is this Immortality,— This dazzling prism beyond the range of Time?— Far as my brain can climb, Then, struggling on—and shimmering back to me? It is not possible to gain A truthful comprehension of this thought- V Would not a million years,. In rising circles, satisfy man's hope? Ten millions, then, of life 'midst dying spheresWouldst thou still cry "Give me yet wider scope"? VI We know not what we crave We plunge through wordy midnights of the mind- VII What has the best man done What could the best that ever lived e'er do Nay, more for they may end when dates fall due. VIII Be rational, Van Dort! - firmly resign'd Die in thy senses! Die as thou livedst, illusions all withstood, And pious pretences! Dying, you scarce can hold your health's strong mind; Be trustful of the Power which brought you here And last as long as Nature means it should. IX Whate'er the Future bring to thee, Be grateful for all good thou hast enjoy'd,— From bodily pain and weakness hath been thine; Worn dull, or cloy'd, While silver age did o'er thee smile and shine In golden letters, but of simplest sort- Contented grateful whatsoe'er may come." X O, God-aspiring man! Who cravest a life beyond thy measuring brain- Comprise a Universe of Everlasting glory – A life to last beyond, or with each Solar Scheme? SOLITUDE AND THE LILY THE LILY I BEND above the moving stream, And see myself in my own dream,— Heaven passing, while I do not pass. Escapes me on this liquid glass. |