Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink There is a Power whose care Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) The conclusion of "To a Waterfowl" expresses a moral much more obviously than Wordsworth did in either of the poems just quoted. In fact, ending a poem with a moral is characteristic not only of Bryant but of most of his fellows in the early nineteenth century group of New England poets. Witness the conclusions of two other great compositions: So live, that when thy summons comes to join To that mysterious realm, where each shall take From "Thanatopsis," by William Cullen Bryant To a description of a tinted shell is applied the following moral, marred by an unfortunate phrase, "shut thee from heaven": Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! From "The Chambered Nautilus," by Oliver Wendell Holmes The poem below, now often heard as a song, is a noble expression of the indomitable quality of the human will. Henley, friend of Stevenson, literary critic, and master of light verse, lay on a sick bed when he wrote it. Invictus means unconquered. INVICTUS Out of the night that covers me, In the fell clutch of circumstance Beyond this place of wrath and tears Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) Though sharing with Spenser, Keats, Shelley, and Swinburne the distinction of being a poet for poets, Matthew Arnold is admired less for his metrical subtlety than for his intellectual quality. The following poem, perhaps an echo from Goethe, succinctly reflects its author's philosophy of life. DESTINY Why each is striving, from of old, They yoked in him, for endless strife, And hurl'd him on the Field of Life, Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) Whereas Arnold thinks almost wholly in terms of the individual, Kipling thinks in terms of the English race— triumphant, beneficent, conscious of its mission. The title of "The White Man's Burden" has become a current phrase in the language. THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN Take up the White Man's burden— Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild- Take up the White Man's Burden In patience to abide, To veil the threat of terror And check the show of pride; By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain, To seek another's profit, And work another's gain. Take up the White Man's burden— Take up the White Man's burden- The ports ye shall not enter, The roads ye shall not tread, Go make them with your living, Take up the White Man's burdenAnd reap his old reward: The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye guard The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:"Why brought ye us from bondage, "Our loved Egyptian night?" Take up the White Man's burden- To cloak your weariness; By all ye cry or whisper, The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your Gods and you. |