Wide Islam presses; well its peoples know Thy heights that watch them wandering be low; 7 I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound. II 14 Thou art the rock of empire, set mid-seas Watch that they spread where English blood is spilt, Lest, mixed and sullied with his country's guilt, 7 The soldier's life-stream flow, and Heaven displease! Two swords there are; one naked, apt to smite, Thy blade of war; and, battle-storied, one Rejoices in the sheath, and hides from light. American I am; would wars were done! Now westward, look, my country bids goodnight Peace to the world from ports without a gun! 14 George Edward Woodberry. RESURGAM* I Now is a great and shining company, Comfort of voices, are content and stay A little while their tears, forbear the clinging 5 10 There is no death, nor change, nor any ending, Are but ourselves made beautiful instead. II And you, O best beloved of them all, How is it with you? Is it well indeed? Or is there in the vivid quiet need *From "Songs and Portraits," by Maxwell Struthers Burt, Charles Scribner's Sons, New York, 1920. Of some familiar task; yet does the call Of accents you held dear, when in the night That there is left no thing between us; no, Can find their way unhampered to a heart. III There is a wind that blows from earth when dusk is coming, Laden with richness of the stored up day; The secret warmth of hidden paths; the humming 5 And green cool reaches where the bending trees, After the hot noon, listen for the breeze: All this, I know, is part of your new dream. ΙΟ And when I wake, and death seems most unfair, Who were so close to dawn, and trees, and dew. Maxwell Struthers Burt. OUTWITTED* He drew a circle that shut me out— But Love and I had the wit to win: Edwin Markham. THE EARLY MORNING THE moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother. The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. My brother, good morning: my sister, good night. Hilaire Belloc. INSCRIPTION FOR A FIREPLACE I'M HOME'S heart! Warmth I give and light, I blossom in the winter night, When most you need me. *Copyright by Edwin Markham, 1919, and used by his permission. †From "Canzoni and Songs of Wedlock," by permission of the publishers, Harcourt, Brace and Company. To melt your cares, to warm your guest, My cheer's supplied you; Hold Her beside you! 8 T. A. Daly. SECRET LAUGHTER "I had a secret laughter" -Waller de la Mare. THERE is a secret laughter That often comes to me, And though I go about my work There is no prince or prelate I envy-no, not one. No evil can befall me By God, I have a son! Christopher Morley. SENTENCE* SHALL I say that what heaven gave Earth has taken? Or that sleepers in the grave "From "Grenstone Poems," published by Alfred A. Knopf. |