From GLOUCESTER MOORS WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY The earth is not the steadfast place From deep to deep she varies pace, Her smooth bulk heave and dip; God, dear God! Does she know her port, Though she goes so far about? Or blind astray, does she make her sport To brazen and chance it out? I watched when her captains passed: She were better captainless. Men in the cabin, before the mast But some were reckless and some aghast, And some sat gorged at mess. But thou, vast outbound ship of souls, What harbor town for thee? What shapes, when thy arriving tolls, Shall all the happy shipmates then Stand singing brotherly? Or shall a haggard ruthless few While the many broken souls of men 3. International Affairs THE SOUL'S ERRAND SIR WALTER RALEIGH Go, soul, the body's guest, Fear not to touch the best, Go, tell the court it glows, Tell potentates they live Acting by others' actions; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by their factions: Tell men of high condition And if they once reply, Tell those that have it most, They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: Tell zeal it lacks devotion; Tell age it daily wasteth; Tell wit how much it wrangles Tell physic of her boldness; Tell skill it is pretension; Tell charity of coldness; Tell law it is contention: And as they do reply, Tell arts they have no soundness, Tell schools they want profoundness, If arts and schools reply, Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth; Tell manhood shakes off pity; So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing; Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing: Yet stab at thee who will, No stab the Soul can kill! IN THE DAWN ODELL SHEPARD Peace! The perfect word is sounding, like a universal hymn, Under oceans, over mountains, to the world's remotest rim. Light! At last the deadly arrows of the Archer find their mark. Loathsome forms are shuddering backward to the shelter of the dark. Hope! The nations stand together on the borders of a dawn That shall dim the noonday splendor of the ages that are gone. Peace, and light, and hope of morning! Let the belfries reel and sway While the world is swinging swiftly out of darkness into day. Let the forests of the steeples, blown by one compelling wind, Swing and sway and clash together one vast peal for all mankind, While we roll up out of darkness, out of death, out of the gloom Of a blighted planet plunging blindly downward to its doom. Into light beyond our dreaming, into peace, goodwill toward men, Hope beyond the poet's vision, joy beyond the prophet's ken. While we stand here in the gray dawn, in these early dews of time, On this height the toil of ages has but just availed to climb, Brothers, let us pause a moment. tain towers Many a darkling moun Tall against the stars behind us, only less sublime than ours. Many a peak of ancient quiet glimmers lonely in the snow Whence a shout of joy went skyward silent centuries ago. France, with Europe singing round her in her false dawn fair and brief; England, with the vast Armada rocking helpless on the reef; Rome, when through the Temple of Janus clanged and clashed each rusty gate; Athens, hurling Persia homeward headlong like a river in spate. . All of these have climbed before us to a distant Pisgah-sight Of a land they never entered. Shall we also lose our light? Other earlier dawns before this bloomed, and withered. Men have scaled Many a peak of dream—and died there. Shall we falter where they failed? Shall the nations still, forever, struggle forward one by one? Or shall we go up together, brother-like, to greet the sun? We shall falter, strength will fail us, dreams will perish utterly, Our high hope will be a byword and a scornful memory If we stand not strong together in this hour, if heart and hand Be not plighted firm and steadfast, linking alien land to land . . . Ah, but see, we stand together, hand in hand and eye to eye! This, in all the backward ages, has not been beneath the sky. |