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ORISTOFERO OOLOMBO, 
 
 (PART FIRST. ; 
 
 THE GLOOMY OOEAN-SEA, 
 
 (PART SECOND.) 
 
 SAN SALVADOR, 
 
 (PART TfllRD.) 
 
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 COPYRIGHT, 1887, BY B. I. DURWARD. 
 
MILWAUKEE: 
 
 Cramer, Aikens <k Cramer, Printers. 
 
 1887. 
 
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 CRISTOFERO COLOMBO, 
 
 (PART FIRST.) 
 
TO 
 
 ALEXANDER MITCHELL 
 
 THIS SMALL TOKEN OF MUCH 
 
 ESTEEM, AFFECTION AND GRATITUDE 
 IS DEDICATED 
 
 BY 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
APOLOGY. 
 
 I stand upon Columbian soil, 
 My lowly shed from winter shields us, 
 
 The earth with little thought or toil 
 Abundant sustenance doth yield us. 
 
 , Along these fertile hills my flock 
 
 Is well supplied with herbage green, 
 The grapes are purpling 'gainst the rock 
 And lower down with, golden sheen 
 The maize in wondrous ranks is seen. 
 
 The symbol of Salvation hangs 
 Upon our rough unplastered wall, 
 
 Great sign of Faith, and deathless Love, 
 For mankind sunk through Adam's fall. 
 
 Who found this land whereon we breathe, 
 And love and sing and work and pray ? 
 
 Who from dark Ocean's vast domain 
 Won this New World to Christian day ? 
 
 Of him in gratitude I sing, 
 
 His toils and triumphs 'round me throng, 
 I close my eyes to present things 
 
 And launch upon the waves of song. 
 
 PURPOSE. 
 
 As Homer sang of fierce Achilles' rage, 
 Of Helen's beauty and its fatal fruit 
 The noble Hector's death and Ilion's doom, 
 That blotted Troya from the face of earth; 
 
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 As Virgil sang Eneas and his toils, 
 The Carthaginian Dido's tragic love, 
 And planting of the mighty Roman race; 
 
 As Portuguese Camoens, brave and poor, 
 Sang of DaGama and his brethren bold 
 Who first around the Cape of Tempests sailed. 
 Through spectres, darkness, cold, and raging waves, 
 And found the regions of the rising Day, 
 And with the new-found thundering cannon's roar, 
 Startled the demon-gods of ancient Ind; 
 
 As Tasso, the ill-starred in love, of those 
 Who bled to liberate Jerusalem: 
 
 Grand stories that are tossed from tongue to tongue, 
 Losing or gaining beauty by the way 
 Until they reach the universal speech, 
 The future language of the human race — 
 
 So I, a greater Hero, now essay 
 To sing, a purer purpose, nobler deed, 
 More perilous, of larger consequence. 
 Than ever yet the Epic Muse hath known. 
 
 Ah ! that our greater Eastern bards should die 
 And leave the splendid task to such as I ! 
 
 The theme is vast as Ocean; yet I shall, 
 Haply against the Epopean Canon, 
 From blue Olympus no vain aid implore ; 
 The watery-bearded Neptune, unenvoked, 
 'Mong pearly shells and ever-shifting sand. 
 His helpless trident, red with briny rust. 
 May idly swing like seaweed in the heave 
 Of under-waves, far in the twilight deep: 
 Nor pagan god nor goddess, chance, or fate, 
 Shall urge or thwart these frail but daring keels; 
 
 Man's spirit and the elements sublime, j 
 
 Adverse or favorable, and o'er all, " | 
 
 For inspiration and supreme control 
 The sleepless Providence of Him who made 
 The sea, the earth, the sun, the universe. 
 Shall here instead sole potency display. 
 All other from my vision fades away. 
 
MATER SALVATORLS. 
 
 His power it is that from Thy bosom beams, 
 0, Sacred Mother, ever pure and bright, 
 Who dwellest, wrapt in radiance, near the throne 
 Of thy Eternal Son, Spouse, Father— God !* 
 Crowned with a diadem whose heaUng rays 
 Cheer the dark dwellers of this under world 
 And kindle love through dear humanity ! 
 
 To Thee I lift my feeble voice— to Thee, 
 By whose protection and all-powerful prayer 
 The Man elect was urged upon the waves 
 To find a AVorld and plant the blessed Rood 
 Upon its verdant bosom; O, to me, 
 Thy most unworthy client, deign to lend 
 Strength to my heart and spirit that I may 
 In fitting numbers tell again the story ! 
 
 Be Thou my Muse O, Mater Salvatoris ! 
 That for this favored region which he found. 
 This Terra Sanctte Crucis, where thy Son 
 Is present on ten thousand altars now. 
 Hidden 'neath mystic sacramental veil. 
 At which adoring millions bend the knee, 
 A song not all unworthy may arise 
 Of him who guided was by Thine and Thee 
 Through storm and worse than storm — ingratitude- 
 Yet lifted surely into Paradise. 
 
 ■ See note at end of volume. 
 
DEPAETURE. 
 
 In sight of the Atlantic Ocean, high 
 On a steep promontory, girdled well 
 With vineyards, fig trees, and its summit crowned 
 By the pine forest, a white convent stands, 
 Just half a league from Palos, yet scarce seen. 
 Like a dove's nest among the cypresses, 
 Save that its belfry, higher than the trees. 
 Points like Hope's finger upward to the sky. 
 
 The fragrance of the lavender and thyme, 
 And farewell blossoms of the wilding rose, 
 Floats 'round this dwelling of St. Francis' sons, 
 And they, espoused to holy poverty, 
 Exhale the sweetness of a pious life. 
 
 Within this high-perched convent— Rabida— 
 The chosen man, Cristofero Colombo — 
 Dove, Carrier of Christ, most fitly named — 
 Awakened by the rustling of the pines. 
 Whose ever-verdant tops with cones begemmed, 
 Are by the expected land breeze gently stirred. 
 Knows by his practised ear the wind is fair, 
 For sweeping forth his caravels to sea. 
 
 He rises calmly from a stinted sleep, 
 In that poor cell made dear by sufiering, 
 Tightens the seraph-cord about his waist. 
 To bind a *' panther " of which Dante speaks, 
 And on his body makes the sacred sign. 
 While looking upward to that heavenly chart. 
 Which he, by its own light, so oft has read, 
 When on the lonely bosom of the deep. 
 
 Midnight has passed, but morning has not dawned; 
 The earth seems dead; the stars, like living things, 
 Watch silently the dim and slumbering world. 
 Passing like spirits, passionless and calm, 
 Across the sleepless eyes of those in pain, 
 Who look in languor for the tardy day. 
 
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 What day is this to be ? One ever deemed, 
 By those who sail on seas, ill-omened, drear, 
 Unlucky to embark, or to begin 
 Journey on land, or voyage on the deep. 
 
 But soul and purpose make the time accord; 
 To his enlightened and heroic faith. 
 So high above all superstitious fear. 
 No other day could better be than this. 
 
 One thousand and four hundred ninety-two: 
 So many times has whirled our lightsome earth, 
 Since Christ was born, 'round the life-giving sun. 
 
 The third hour of the third day of the month 
 Of August— near the time when vineyards yield 
 A grateful recompense to those who toil — 
 To his long toil the vintage is in view. 
 
 Friday, the day on which the God-Man died. 
 The day on which Godfrey of Bouillon 
 In Palestine the Holy Tomb delivered. 
 The day that Isabella of Castile 
 Granada from the Moor. This wished-for morn, 
 So steadfastly desired, so long delayed. 
 At last must sprinkle with its new-born light 
 The tideless sea and Andalusia's shore. 
 
 Awake, then, Father Juan, true and tried ! 
 Offer the sacrifice before day dawn 
 And give Communion as Viaticum, 
 To one who is about to leave the world — 
 To leave the Old world and to find the New. 
 
 Through the high window panes and through the trees 
 The altar-hghts of Eabida are streaming 
 Down on the harbor, where the drowsy guards 
 Scarce know if they are lights of earth or heaven 
 That strike the rigging of the caravels, 
 Santa Maria, Nigna, Pinta, there 
 Riding at anchor, waiting for the breeze 
 And the Commander, near the shore of Palos. 
 
 Thanksgiving made, and these two friends alone, 
 As the last stars are fading from the sky 
 
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 Before the pennons of advancing day, 
 
 Descend the hill in silence of deep thought : 
 
 And soon the voices of the pilots 'wake 
 
 The inmates of the houses all around ; 
 
 Windows and doors fly open, and the cry, 
 
 From sobbing mothers, wives and children comes: 
 
 " They go ! they go ! we ne'er shall see them more ! 
 
 Weeping, they run to bid their fond adieus 
 
 And lingering, sadly watch them leave the beach. 
 
 Colombo, pressing to his grateful heart 
 The good Franciscan, cannot speak a word, 
 But with his silent tears bids him farewell 
 And jumps into the cutter that awaits 
 To bear him to the Santa Maria's deck. 
 
 On board received with honor, from the poop 
 He glances o'er with comprehensive eye 
 The small flotilla, marks the Cross of Green 
 Beneath the crown and twixt the /and F, 
 Which is the banner of the expedition 
 That from the Pinta and the Nigna float; 
 But from the mainmast up above his head, 
 The royal flag, the standard of the Cross, 
 Our Savior's image fastened to the tree. 
 Waves in the breeze and streams towards the West. 
 
 He sees the tears drop from the sailors' eyes. 
 He knows their fears and fain would comfort them. 
 And ere the anchors are drawn up he tries 
 To share with them his own courageous hope. 
 
 "All ye who 'gainst your own desire are pressed 
 To aid me in this voyage, hear my words ! 
 God is above us, He our Pilot is ! 
 The darkness of this world is light to Him, 
 And not a hair from off your heads can fall 
 Without His will, His knowledge and His love. 
 
 The gloom which fancy, born of ignorance, 
 O'erspreads as with a pall the vast unknown 
 Will soon be scattered, and your wondering eyes 
 
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 Shall see the sun, whose rays upon this sea 
 Sparkle in myriads like living gems — 
 Cheer other lands with his benignant smile. 
 
 You think it hard thus to be torn apart 
 From parents, wives and little ones and friends: 
 You might have been as soldiers pressed to fight- 
 And great it is to fight and bleed and die 
 When justice and our country call us forth; 
 But many bled in vain in wars unjust, 
 Led out to slaughter and be slaughtered, when 
 Their inmost souls have shuddered at the wrong. 
 
 A happier and a brighter lot is yours, 
 A country for your country we may win; 
 The humblest seaman in this little fleet 
 May share the glory of the enterprise, 
 And neither shed nor lose one drop of blood. 
 
 Not as in Epics of old times we read 
 Of lawless lust and bloody conflicts dire 
 Go we, my friends, to raj)ine and revenge; 
 Our aim is higher. Not for woman's love 
 Plow we the traceless furrow on the deep — 
 AVe leave our loves at home to weep and pray; 
 We war but with the elements, which God 
 Will temper to our barques' fragility. 
 
 We go like doves that through the sea of air 
 Carry beneath their swiftly throbbing wings 
 The light of liberty to dungeoned men ! 
 We go to carry Jesu's name to lands 
 Whose peoples, in his precious image formed, 
 Have never heard the tidings of great joy. 
 O, what a work is ours ! The mightiest prince 
 That ever sat upon an earthly throne, 
 Could he behold what I in vision see — 
 And what by God's good grace you soon shall see- 
 Would gladly leave his state and jeweled chair 
 To stand upon this deck where now we stand. 
 
 Hoist up the anchors, then, and in the name 
 Of Jesus Christ be all the sails unfurled ! 
 And when our prows begin to cut the waves, 
 Send up our hearts and voices in a hymn! " 
 
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 Serenely to the crowd upon the shore 
 He sends his salutation; and his hand 
 To Juan Peres bids once more, "Addio!" 
 
 Slowly the caravels »et under way 
 But still the murmur from the crowded beach 
 Grows fainter and at length is wholly lost, 
 As many voices tuned by faithful hearts, 
 Though sad and sinking, for the future fearing, 
 This hymn in music now forgotten, sing: 
 
 ' ' Salve Regina ! Virgiu ever blest, 
 
 Our life, our sweetness, and our Hope, all hail ! 
 Fountain of mercy, from thy stainless breast, 
 Pour forth the prayer that shall for us avail. 
 
 " To Thee we cry, poor banished sons of Eve, 
 Mourning and weeping in this vale of tears ; 
 Ah ! as we now our home and country leave, 
 Inflame our love and banish all our fears ! 
 
 " Most gracious Advocate, upon us bend 
 
 Those eyes of Pity which our Savior gave ! 
 Bring thou our voyage to a happy end. 
 Guide us in safety o'er the unknown Avave ! 
 
 " Keep, keep the loved ones whom we leave a while, 
 That they may welcome our returning sail ! 
 The sigh will then be changed into a smile 
 And sobs to songs— Bright Queen of Heaven, all hail ! 
 
 " O, Dearest Mother ! when we pass the tomb. 
 Our exile ended, our true life begun, 
 Show us the blessed Fruit of thy pure womb. 
 Whose name we carry toward the setting sun ! 
 
 " Salve Regina ! O'er the trackless deep 
 
 Brighten our skies and send the favoring gale- 
 Spain's shores recede, and as we gaze we weep. 
 Mother of Jesus ! Queen of Sorrows, hail !" 
 
 EELIGION. 
 
 Spain's shores recede : the well-built caravels, 
 Under the management of able men — 
 Martin Alonzo Pinzon of the Pinia, 
 And Vincent Yanez Pinzon of the Nlgna— 
 
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 Slide through the yielding waters of the sea, 
 
 Urged by the favoring invisible wind, 
 
 With crews of thirty men and twenty-four, 
 
 And food for twelve months stowed within their holds. 
 
 But we in the Santa Maria, sail 
 With the great Admiral and sixty-four 
 Seamen, physicians, officers of state, 
 A Jew, interpreter, who speaks in Hebrew, 
 Armenian, Latin, Coptic, Greek, Arabic; 
 An Irishman, an Englishman from Britain, 
 One a Majorcan, two are Portuguese, 
 With different dispositions and desires, 
 Some high, some low, some narrow and some broad; 
 The deepest, largest, highest, sure is he, 
 Who to his cabin goes and shuts the door. 
 And on his knees falls down and weeping prays: 
 
 **0 God, Eternal ! Wisest, greatest, best ! 
 At last we westward sail upon Thy sea.^ 
 
 If I have been impatient of delays. 
 Indignant at a hundred hindrances, 
 Scattered through eighteen years of penury, 
 I now do clearly see that this Thy Time, 
 Is right and good, and neither late nor soon, 
 For thou art God. And as for me, henceforth 
 I linger not, nor hasten; ample space 
 By Thee is given for all that is to be. 
 And happy is my soul that in all things 
 I see Thy blessed Will, forever good. 
 
 Lord, keep my sovereign, Lady Isabella, 
 And her illustrious consort, Ferdinand, 
 With all I hold of Thee, wife, children, friends. 
 Until with wondrous tidings we return 
 To strengthen more their piety and love ! 
 
 0, I remember — and with such a joy ! 
 When on me flashed the central thought — all light — 
 Of its necessity— I found that land ! 
 Led by Thy power I found that unknown land — 
 Land without contour, colorless and dim, 
 
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 Yet rich and wonderful, peopled with souls, 
 
 For whom Christ lived and died and lives again !" 
 
 Then rising from his knees, Colombo, there, 
 Begins his Record of each day's events, 
 One for himself— another for the crew: 
 For when the mind is dark, what words can wake 
 Courage or hope ? These men who work the ships. 
 Have not the light that gives him confidence. 
 They cannot bear the truth he might impart. 
 And so are not entitled to the truth. 
 
 Hence he will keep two Records, one for them, 
 To lessen still their fears, noting the facts 
 That tell for hope, winning their trust that all 
 Goes well— the other, all the truth he sees, 
 For his own guidance and the common weal. 
 
 On deck 'tis pleasanter to be and watch 
 How the coquettish Nigna dips and swings, 
 Like to a showy swimmer when he turns 
 His cheek towards the wave; the loggish Pinia 
 Bores through the water making little show. 
 Like one who cuts the liquid with his chin. 
 
 All three keep near together, and are steering 
 For the Hesperian Islands— ofi" the coast 
 Of Africa— some twelve degrees southwest. 
 
 New to the Ocean, and with feet that need 
 The help of hands, the surgeon. Doctor Juan, 
 Shy, yet kind-hearted, good to the distressed. 
 But born and bred in city far inland. 
 Is wondering at the sea, the sky, the ships; 
 Leaning his slender form against the mast, 
 Upwards he casts his great dark eyes and mutters: 
 
 " Heavens, what a scene is spread before me now ! 
 And what a subject for a poet's pen ! 
 The sailing clouds, the blue upon the waves. 
 The loneliness, the mystery we move to. 
 The vast sublimity above, below, 
 Colored by hopes and fears, we know not what. 
 
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 Just as a child that lirst begins to walk, 
 I poise myself to suit the gentle heave, 
 The undulating motion, where no step 
 Is taken by the creature that you ride, 
 Eather as angels may be thought to fly, 
 With outspread moveless wings, we float along. 
 
 In misty meeting of the sky and ocean, 
 The land is lost behind us; on the right 
 The sun in blinding splendors sinks adown 
 To light, perchance, the unknown world wo seek, 
 Which far in double darkness now may lie. 
 
 AVe seem the center of this watery plain. 
 With one vast circle the horizon rings 
 Our small unsteady footing, where a plank 
 Beneath our feet enables us to breathe 
 Above the mystery of speechless death. 
 
 It seems I should not live unless I think, 
 God, the Eternal, the Omnipotent, 
 Is the All-loving, the All-wise, the Just, 
 Who has created all things in their beauty, 
 Places, sustains, continues, lights and guides. 
 By everlasting light, and joy and peace. 
 All that is fit for light and peace and joy. 
 
 He works through all eternity and space. 
 And never tires, for he is perfect power,— 
 Perfect activity is perfect rest. 
 
 In love He works, for Love and only Love 
 Can make or keep that which is made and kept. 
 Or change to what is better by the change. 
 
 On mere exterior things I cannot dwell. 
 I try to pierce this mystery of life, 
 I try to poise my soul to rest on Truth; 
 I, too, explore, and on an Ocean -sea, 
 Wider than this o'er which Colombo plows, 
 Where neither ships with sails, nor tempest winds 
 Nor eagle's wings can waft me. Mind alone 
 Can wander up and down this viewless realm, 
 Nearing sometimes a state which is not life, 
 
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 Yet far removed from death, as noisy time 
 Is from the eternal calm of blessed Heaven. 
 
 I strive to rest my spirit upon Truth; 
 Divine light only can reveal the True. 
 Love, Wisdom, Might Supreme, who formed the sun, 
 The earth, the moon and stars, who fills all space, 
 Who governs everything and is obeyed 
 By all forever — all unconsciously 
 As stones, and trees, and birds, and beasts and air; 
 Or consciously, as I and all mankind. 
 His is the light that lights all human beings, 
 His chosen, highly favored instruments. 
 To think and feel and do, that which is done." 
 
 But here is Fernand Peres Matheos, 
 Still discontented, though a volunteer, 
 And quick to find among the forced on board. 
 The sad, unquiet and rebellious ones. 
 
 " I cannot help but pity these poor men, 
 I cannot help but hate the government 
 That forces them to travel in the dark 
 And helps the one who leads them into darkness; 
 From misery to misery they move. 
 This world for them has been a vale of tears, 
 And now it is an ocean of distress. 
 
 They murmur that there is no priest on board — 
 If any one were sick and like to die 
 That he might die without the sacraments." 
 
 To which the gentle surgeon: ^' There are men, 
 There is a sort of men who cannot help 
 But murmur through the desert of their lives. 
 And we as human beings sympathise. 
 Even when we know there is no cure for such 
 Save through some pain of body or of soul. 
 
 The ruler of the land has sent them here, 
 Obedience and allegiance is their part. 
 He who protects them is responsible. 
 
 How painful 'tis to every noble mind 
 
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 To have unwilling service from a man ! 
 
 But for fulfillment of his mighty purpose 
 Loud disobedience and rebellion rather 
 Were far more pleasant to the Admiral. 
 
 Tell them that Heaven is kind and merciful, 
 That many die at night without the priest, 
 That God is everywhere, yet they will murmur; 
 And if headwinds in hurricane would drive 
 The vessels back to land they would be glad. 
 Yet not in haste perhaps to go to church. 
 Or take the good advice a priest would give. 
 
 Not many think what their religion is; 
 These men believe that muttering certain prayers 
 Inside a church and by their neighbors seen, 
 Is the chief thing; interior and exterior, 
 They jumble both confusedly together; 
 And when they cannot have the old routine 
 They think their faith is gone and God is dead— 
 A creed not strong enough for men at sea. 
 In desolation, solitude and storm." 
 
 " For one, I have not thought that God is dead. 
 The death and suffering he leaves to us, 
 Fire burns and water drowns, and tyrants rule; 
 These men have had to toil all through their lives 
 They had no time to learn the mysteries. 
 Therefore the priests, too, should have come along 
 
 Even I, who managed to escape from work, 
 Did never yet know deep theologies, 
 But I can see the rich above the poor 
 And fortune showering gifts with lavish hand 
 On those who by the accident of birth 
 Were born of such and such, or here, or there, 
 Or by some chance have done a showy deed, 
 Praised by their friends high over its desert." 
 
 To which the surgeon— tho' to ears too dull 
 And mind too muddy for the light to enter: 
 
 '' Birth is no accident to any one. 
 No deed was ever yet too highly praised: 
 
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 These men you speak for and yourself likewise 
 
 Will get all the theology you need 
 
 At every step. Here, let me be your teacher ! 
 
 Theology, uncommon common sense, 
 In a dogmatic form I cannot ^ive, 
 But I have been where now% I think you are, 
 Alive to evil — somewhat blind to good. 
 
 After some thought, I satisfy my heart 
 And take a wide view of the matter, thus.— 
 
 Religion is a twofold mystery : 
 Its first and highest, deepest, holiest part 
 Is surely in the thought that God is God, 
 The Good, Wise, Mighty Maker of all things; 
 The sense of aive man feels within his soul 
 In presence of the eternal beauty— Truth, 
 Wisdom and Powder, profusely 'round him strewn; 
 The gratitude of heart and love for Him 
 Who gives him all he has or is of good, 
 For which he sings in praise and weeps in joy 
 And bows his being to His sacred will, 
 In mute, half-conscious, loving adoration. 
 
 All have this, savage man or civilized, 
 Some less, some more, according to His gift. 
 The light that never shone on land, or sea, 
 Pierces the soul of every human being; 
 From this the worship of the spirit springs. 
 Dependent not on books, or times, or places, 
 Darkness or light, or grief or joy, or wealth 
 Or health, or poverty, or vice, or virtue. 
 It is God's light that lighteneth every man 
 Interiorly, that cometh in the world. 
 
 And next: Eeligion is a true 
 Social necessity, depending on 
 Times, temples, places, priests and holy things, 
 Dress, ceremonies, attitudes, traditions, 
 And certain creeds for certain people's fit; 
 A law exterior and conventional. 
 Whose source is also God's light in the mind, 
 That man may worship in community, 
 
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 Strengthening the social bond by cords from heaven. 
 
 The hermit in the desert has the first, 
 Mary of Egypt, too, and millions more. 
 And we here, also, on this caravel. 
 Have very little else; but 'tis enough." 
 
 " I care not much, it is enough for me. 
 Sick of society I long have been, 
 And so have left its rottenness behind me. 
 If land be found and human beings there. 
 Though black or blue, or yellow, red or green, 
 I think I never shall return to Spain. 
 
 If India be discovered we get gold, 
 But as for glory from the enterprise. 
 How much would be my share if he succeed ? 
 As much as the poor soldiers get, perhaps, 
 When they hear read: ' The rank and file fought well 
 It was a splendid victory— the foe 
 Fled, leaving thousands dead upon the field — 
 Sir Julius Eaglesbeak is made a prince.' 
 
 And what more could you claim of right, dear sir? 
 Have you laid plans, and thought for twenty years 
 How to discover lands unknown? and borne. 
 In patient poverty, the sneers of men 
 Reputed wise by those who had the power 
 To further or to hinder your design ? " 
 
 Here Juan saw that by his restless eyes 
 His hearer did not relish what he said, 
 And willing to break ofi" the conversation, 
 Matheos went to more congenial mates. 
 
 On drive the vessels with a brisker wind. 
 The sun is hid, the lower western sky 
 Is glowing with the palest emerald. 
 And higher up a living sapphire gleams; 
 Grey level bars along the sky-line rest 
 And over these, all fringed with golden fire, 
 Masses of cloud are slowly tumbling 
 
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 Into such shapeless shapes as oft we see 
 In fantasy or dream. 
 
 We gaze and gaze 
 'Till all the tints with one another min2;Iing 
 Grow dim, as when an artist-painter cleans 
 His palette, and the residue of colors 
 Smears into something colorless and dull. 
 The night is on us and the lonelj^ lights, 
 Out of the empty-seeming womb of space, 
 Emerge with cold unsympathetic ray. 
 The waves lap, lap, along the vessel's sides, 
 Up in the rigging sighs the wind and we 
 Move drearily upon the ocean's face — 
 The deep dark trembling mirror of the stars. 
 
 SOCIETY. 
 
 Slowly upon the left the morning light, 
 Chasing the fainting stars into the blue, 
 Spreads o'er the sky and cheers the hearts of men : 
 For on this day they trust to see and touch 
 The Isles Hesperian, which were thought of old 
 To be the earthly Paradise where man 
 Sprang into being by his Maker's breath. 
 
 All, save the ones who were the watch at night, 
 Are up on deck and joy springs with the dawn. 
 For those who have already seen the isles 
 And those who only wish their feet on land. 
 
 The pilots think the vessels off their way, 
 That they have drifted leeward in the night. 
 That they may drive towards Saint Brandan's Isle 
 Where monstrous giants dwelt and hurricanes 
 Sweep every ship or boat or floating thing 
 Far into horrid gulfs to man unknown. 
 
 The great Colombo, watching night and day, 
 More than the pilots or the appointed watch, 
 Each thing both great and small in sea or air, 
 Declares the vessels in their proper course; 
 
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 Though somewhat separated in the night, 
 They shout from deck to deck tliat all is well. 
 
 What varied thoughts and feelings have these men ! 
 There is not work for all the working ones, 
 And being purposeless and idle, too, 
 Their minds return to Andalusia, 
 To mothers, sisters and to dearer ones; 
 The grasping speculator thinks of wealth, 
 Honor and glory is another's dream, 
 And the mere spirit of adventure keeps 
 Some souls so buoyant that their hearts are light ; 
 Castillo sees the gold in glittering heaps, 
 Luis de Torres— man of many tongues — 
 Wonders what language he will have to use 
 When they shall reach the East of India, 
 And he, the master mind, may now be thinking 
 Of millions gathered to the one True Fold, 
 Unmeasured power and glory unto Spain 
 And freedom for the Holy Sepulchre. 
 Some hope, some fear, and some keep dangling 
 Like to a pendulum between the two ; 
 The most afraid are the most ignorant, 
 As children timid grow when it is dark. 
 
 " So far our Board of Health has nought to do: 
 Save the sea-malady in two or three, 
 The rest seem better than they were on land. 
 
 The Board itself has been a little sick. 
 And * Medice, Te ipsum ' was the word. 
 But now I let my body sink as sinks 
 The caravel, and as she rises, rise. 
 And breathe the sea aroma with delight." 
 
 To which Alonzo : " I am glad to hear 
 The Doctor Juan has been sick and well, 
 If for sea-sickness he has found a cure. 
 
 Each day the crew and officers have more 
 Of friendly sympathy with one another. 
 Which beams through words and looks, and we become, 
 By self-love and a common hope and fear, 
 
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 All of one household or community. 
 
 Out of material heterogeneous 
 A high society is slowly formed : 
 Some common hope of good, some wished-for end, 
 Some pious purpose men require to keep 
 Their action in the right determination, 
 And we who are at one with the Commander, 
 Already are a friendly company; 
 The discontented others are a mob. 
 
 In base communities a mob may be 
 Where the true bond is loosening and the salt 
 Has lost its savor and must be renewed; 
 We are too young here yet to have a mob. 
 
 One of our men was with me yesterday, 
 Who says society in Spain is rotten 
 And he has left it for the hoped-for land. 
 
 In a low state of mind, or lack of health, 
 Some eyes see little else but sin and wrong; 
 The evil that is near is often seen; 
 When we are higher on the mountain side 
 And with clear vision look adown the vale, 
 Our judgment changes with the wider view; 
 
 We do not see the mud upon the streets. 
 We see the smoke from smiling villages. 
 And hear the songs from happy vineyard-slopes. 
 Forget our little troubles and are pleased 
 That we are held by many human ties. 
 
 Lime well prepared and mixed with good sharp sand. 
 Binds all the particles and makes good mortar. 
 Which, in its turn, when placed between the stones, 
 Binds the whole wall, as if 'twere solid rock. 
 And the great fabric stands thousands of years. 
 
 Human society is also bound: 
 And we shall find that Love in many ways, 
 Too many to recount, is the cement. 
 
 The simplest form, the Human Family — 
 One man and woman and their children make 
 The first society; Love is the bond, 
 Sexual, Parental, Filial; while it lasts, 
 
'Tis joy to rule and also to obey 
 
 And nothing ends it but the term of life. 
 
 The next where many families agree 
 To live together in a town, or city, 
 Under a civil law, which is a bond, 
 Though not quite so intense and intimate, 
 Yet still a bond of Love. The third, may be 
 Political, provincial, national. 
 And love of country then is the cement: 
 And all these states are formed for good of men, 
 The written and unwritten laws that rule them, 
 Were born of Love and Man's necessities, 
 And aim at justice and good neighborhood; 
 For no society could live one day. 
 Nor yet be born indeed, unless some bond 
 Of good, or fancied good, held all the members. 
 
 And after these comes the Eeligious bond. 
 The highest, deepest, most mysterious. 
 
 If a community is one in Faith, 
 One nationality, and living, too, 
 In city, town or village, as they please, 
 Or like to septs or clans, under a chief, 
 With parents, children, brothers, sisters, kin. 
 Society is highest harmony. 
 
 If in one city there were many faiths, 
 A separate society— if all 
 Were equally in earnest — each would form. 
 Or be compelled to meet on common ground 
 Of merely secular things; and often these 
 Might subtly run to matters spiritual, 
 And thus a jarring now and then might be, 
 Though still, the jarring would bring future good. 
 
 Through all these states God's government is seen; 
 
 God's government is perfect, so is man's, 
 
 For man is but an instrument of His, 
 
 And imitator of His government— 
 
 A government of checks and balances, 
 
 And for an end and purpose all divine. 
 
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 " From God all power is, and ordained of Him 
 Are all the powers that be ;" but power is ta'en 
 By Him from one and given to another; 
 And in the transfer of this might, men stand 
 Aghast and cry: *' This cause is good, that bad! " 
 " God wills it," or " the evil one is loose ! " 
 Mine is the good, my enemy's, the evil. 
 
 The great oak anchored in the rifted rock, 
 With life-force in it of a thousand years. 
 Clutching with strenuous cable-roots the earth. 
 Struck by the lightning-shot, lies all around, 
 A heap of splinters on the shatter'd stones. 
 Slowly in secret towards the sky it grew. 
 Destruction, seen, and swift and terrible. 
 Turns back its beauty into nothingness, 
 Leaving the space for other flowers to grow\ 
 
 Birth, growth, maturity and noontide strength , 
 Then fading slowly down the sloping plane. 
 The force all spent, but still, God's work well done. 
 
 Tho' in our common language we are used 
 To speak of this as sacred, that, profane, 
 Things natural and things divine are one. 
 The forces that are checked, the force that checks. 
 Spring from one fountain, and that source is Love. 
 Nature, or Providence, or Miracle, 
 It comes the same from God, and He is just. 
 Man's rule seems short and weak in space and time, 
 But just as perfect in its way. Behold ! 
 
 An army on the battle-field, or sea, 
 A hundred thousand of the enemy 
 Sends into silence ! 'tis the very same 
 As w^hen the earthquake, or the pestilence. 
 Or frost, or fire, or famine, does the like. 
 
 The armies met, the battle raged all day, 
 And twenty thousand died upon the field; 
 Both nations claimed a splendid victory 
 And sang *'Te Deum "—and they both were right. 
 
 The earthquake split the island and engulphed 
 
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 A hundred thousand in the smoking rift — 
 Both are the act of God — His will be done ! 
 Tlirough human agents, or the elements ! 
 Thunder and lightning to the atmosphere, 
 And war and bloodshed to the moral world, 
 God-ordered elements of government 
 And good for plant and animal and man. — 
 He forms the light, the darkness, too, He makes, 
 And good and evil also He creates. 
 And from all evil He educes Good. 
 
 The despot rules his people for their weal 
 According to his light and their condition. 
 And when some others rise and seize his rod 
 They do the same, meeting the altered form 
 And growth of things, but with another light; 
 Yet still the good of others is the aim. 
 
 If I have any rule over myself, 
 For good I use it; if I govern others, 
 It is for theirs : and every action springs. 
 All that has been, or is, or yet will be 
 By God or man, springs solely out of Love. 
 And all progression by the mind of man 
 Is but to know that God is and is good, 
 And see and feel the harmony of things. 
 In truth, in beauty and eternal power, 
 And have a foretaste of the bliss of Heaven : 
 To this high state all tend, some low, some higher. 
 All struggling upwards like to flames of fire. 
 
 " Hold ! Doctor Juan, turn your eyes this way ! 
 Yonder, I see a signal of distress 
 Hangs from the Pinta; how she reels about, 
 Unmanageable, as if her helm were broke." 
 
 The machinations of the sordid owners, 
 Rascon, Quintero and accomplices, 
 To force their vessel back will not avail, 
 For even if wrecked the two would still sail on. 
 
 The discontented men on board are glad 
 But for a moment. O, if thev could turn 
 
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 The vessels' heads about for Moquer bay 
 And push the crippled Pinta back again ! 
 But when they see or hear the Admiral 
 All hope of home returning vanishes. 
 
 He sees the whole, but cannot get to her, 
 The wind is loud, the waves are running high, 
 He knows the accident and remedy, 
 Her rudder is in pieces, but not lost, 
 And Pinzon, too, can patch it up again. 
 Binding it well with cordage for the present. 
 
 MAN. 
 
 " We cannot by our human reason find 
 God's purpose in creating us, and yet 
 We know our destiny is in His hand. 
 
 We look along the earth and see the mounds 
 Of millions who once lived and loved as as we; 
 We think of this vast deep beneath our feet 
 And know that thousands upon thousands have 
 Been swallowed up and never seen again; 
 We look up to the stars and see no souls 
 And yet we know our spirits are immortal. 
 
 The more I feel the light of Truth, the more 
 I love the face of man, and see in him 
 The beauty and sublimity divine, 
 In which we try to paint the face of God. 
 
 The vault above us is a finer blue. 
 The warm green earth, beneath the summer sun, 
 Becomes a paradise of flowers and fruits; 
 The cold white snow is purer, and the stars 
 Are nearer, brighter, and more wonderful — 
 It is because our Savior is a man. 
 
 All things are beautiful at every moment 
 To him who sees them in the proper light; 
 A lesser beauty there, a greater here, 
 
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 Springing in youth, or drooping to decay. 
 
 Nothing is ugly in the sight of God, 
 
 Nor wrong, nor fiUhy, for He made them alL 
 
 This ocean-sea, beneath the golden light 
 That tips each wavelet as it sparkUng rises. 
 Seems hke a soul serene, yet bright with thoughts; 
 And when the winds shall lash it into foam, 
 A grander beauty it may then display 
 Than if in moveless calm, if such could be. 
 
 "Among the opening blossoms of the year, 
 The sweetly folded rose-bud, how we prize! 
 We wish it might remain and never bloom. 
 But be a bud forever; yet the rose 
 With crimson petals and a heart of gold 
 Spread out to June's blue sky and balmy light. 
 Is not less fair; and when its color fades. 
 And on the air its heavenly fragrance dies. 
 In a vermilion casket sleep the germs 
 That wait for light and warmth of sun and rain, 
 To deck the earth again with flowers and leaves. 
 
 So lovely, too, the virgin unespoused— 
 But not less beautiful— O, surely more— 
 Surely most beautiful of human forms, 
 The mother's milky bosom and her babe. 
 And in another and a higher sense. 
 She grows more beautiful from year to year, 
 Even when the winter's snow is in her hair. 
 And all the roses faded from her cheek. 
 
 Man's mind is made for truth, he seeks the Hght 
 As flowers from earth's brown bosom seek the sun 
 Westward, instinctively, the race is moving. 
 As if to have more sunshine to his day. 
 
 To every people on the globe God gives, 
 Not light to blind them, and not fire to waste. 
 But light to walk by, and a fire to warm. 
 
 Think you that He would leave his creatures so 
 Weltering in error, many thousand years. 
 But that the seeming error was the road 
 
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 To find a true conception of Himself, 
 And for each soul's salvation that is meet ? 
 
 He made this best-world-possible for man, 
 AVho, born a helpless infant, grows mature 
 In body and in soul through suffering; 
 For ever}^ suffering is but pain of growth. 
 And for each time that he has been in pain, 
 He has rejoiced and smiled a thousand times. 
 For every million acts of thoughtful love. 
 A hundred erring acts we cannot count — 
 Like discords placed in music purposely, 
 The harmony the better to enhance. 
 
 Each individual of the human race 
 Is just as happy as he ought to be 
 In every moment of existence here. 
 As up he climbs to gain what is for him; 
 Nor does he suffer one pang more or less, 
 Than what is absolutely necessary. 
 To gain the sweet and tleeting joys of earth. 
 Or the serene and lasting bliss of heaven. 
 
 God being good, each thing He makes is good: 
 "What men call evil He will not permit 
 To trouble or annoy the good He makes. 
 Unless to draw from this same negative 
 A good superior to a previous good : 
 He never hurts unless to, more than, heal. 
 
 His blessing planted in the human race. 
 The expected crop of virtue always yields 
 Through countless ages past and also now, 
 And through all time to come while man shall live- 
 He makes the soil so suited to the seed. 
 
 No one is born before his time, nor lives 
 A moment longer than the Lord sees fit; 
 Just at the best each head is harvested, 
 Heavy or heavier with golden grain, 
 Into the garners of Eternity. 
 
 God makes the antecedent elements 
 From which He forms a germ for life and irrowth : 
 
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 It fills a certain point of space in time 
 To the exclusion of all other things : 
 So two can never in the race of life 
 Start equal — size and form and vital spring. 
 
 In growing, seizing and assimilating 
 The truth, the strength and beauty 'round it strown, 
 And meeting the obstructions on its way, 
 Each being is unique; the higher, still 
 The more unique. With visage to the light 
 He longs for Truth and fears to backward fall 
 Into the nothing out of which he sprang — 
 Free, in proportion to the truth he holds, 
 Free to do what he does, and nothing else : 
 Freedom before — necessity behind him. 
 Except my soul, all else to me is God. 
 In Him I live and move, all things are His : 
 Though most my good comes through humanity, 
 Illumed b}^ Christian faith and hope and love — 
 "Whatever reaches me must come from Him, 
 Through heat or cold, or light or darkness drear, 
 Through calm or storm, or truth or lack of truth, 
 Through child, or man, or woman, friend or foe. 
 Or pain, or pleasure. All that I can feel, 
 Or see, or understand, or comprehend — 
 All comes sure, though unseen, from Him to me. 
 
 There is but God — Maximus Optimus — 
 And my own being in the universe: 
 And all the myriad actions from without. 
 The smiles of day, the frowns of dreadful night, 
 Upon my soul and its rejection — or 
 Joyful acceptance of them, is through life 
 My perfect education up to Heaven. 
 
 But pain there must be of necessity; 
 Man's nature, as he grows up from a babe, 
 AVants and will have, suffers and will enjoy. 
 Not having is the pain that must precede 
 The pleasure of receiving any gift. 
 We feel the pain of hunger ere we eat, 
 We feel the parch of thirst before we drink; 
 
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 ■\Ve must be tired before we relish rest, 
 The pains of love precede the joys of love; 
 Darkness and fear before the light of hope; 
 Blank unbelief before the gleam of faith; 
 After the gloom of winter, spring is dear. 
 We must be wretched ere we can be blest. 
 And souls that feel most miserable, will 
 Here, or hereafter, have the highest bhss. 
 
 All pain of body or of soul must be 
 Eemedial, always; and not punitive. 
 The surgeon's knife, the bitter medicine. 
 That waste, obstructive matter in the path 
 Of life and thought and joy, may be removed. 
 
 Yet, in the dull and low encasing mist 
 Man cannot help but murmur as he suflfers. 
 Blind to the sacred ministry of pain, 
 The pleasant, good he seeks, the unpleasant shuns. 
 Yet all his striving since the world began— 
 By creeds, by moral codes, by music, art, 
 It still remains his mystic patrimony: 
 The good-good and the bad-good, as of old. 
 Under all faiths and no faith equally. 
 According to the measure of their Truth; 
 Although he cries to heaven night and day: 
 * Why does the sun but light the half our globe 
 And not the whole of it continually ? 
 Why should my life have anything but sweet ? 
 Why cannot I have honey, light and love. 
 Without black bitterness of pain and sorrow ?' 
 
 The only answer to the childish wail 
 Is— ''God is God— and what we evil call 
 He does, permits, that greater good may 6e." 
 
 Evil is done by men that good may come; 
 But thinking evil, evil, they deny it. 
 Until they see that sin and wrong must be 
 A philosophical necessity. 
 
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 The Will of God — the only power we know, 
 Has been, and is, and will be done for aye; 
 And every action is the will of God. 
 Man cannot know his purposes supreme, 
 But he is sure they must be all fulfilled 
 In justice and in love eternally. 
 If God could be defeated in His purpose, 
 It is not man could tell of his defeat. 
 At any moment, if accounts were squared, 
 God nothing owes to man — man all to God. 
 
 Whatever God permits cannot be wrong. 
 
 When all that is, is seen by the All-seeing, 
 No being could exist in sight of Him, 
 Who could do evil for the sake of evil. 
 Or mar in any way His fair creation. 
 If such could be, then God could not be God. 
 
 To think that Truth is falsehood, man is wrong; 
 That I myself am wrong, that love is hate, 
 That evil for its own sake can be loved, 
 That flowers and fruits shall grow towards the dark, 
 The face of man divine can not be seen, 
 And all God's radiant universe grows black. 
 
 If there could be a pain man had to suffer. 
 Through which a greater good could never spring 
 Than that he previously possessed — and if 
 A man could live his human life and be 
 Condemned at death to suffer endless pain, 
 Or if a wall of adamant could hide 
 In life or (^eath, time or eternity, 
 God's light and love from God-created souls, 
 Quenching His gift of immortality 
 In worse than colorless annihilation — 
 That were an evil that might blot out God 
 From the affections of the human heart. 
 
 But man is saved from pain to happiness. 
 From nothingness, to somethingness of good. 
 From dumb negation to eternal joy. 
 
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 According to each being's excellence, 
 According to the suffering he has borne, 
 According to his love and light and faith, 
 Will his salvation be. Immense the scale 
 From infant to philosopher and Saint ! 
 Not to be classified as good and bad, 
 But high and higher, better still and best. 
 
 Man classifies, he cannot equalize, 
 Or say with truth: the saved are all alike; 
 Identity must be preserved in each, 
 And each be still unlike to every other. 
 Yet all alike in one sense— all are saved." 
 
 Juan ! You speak as if it were no matter 
 Of what religion any man may be : 
 Can there be any more than one true creed ? 
 Have we not driven out the Moors from Spain, 
 Because they are the false Mohammedans ? 
 *' In this you do not understand me, sir! 
 Our Spain and Christianity for us, 
 Mahomet and Morocco for the Moors. 
 
 In the same God all men of sense believe, 
 But in conception of his attributes. 
 All difier by a just necessity, 
 As leaves of forest trees from one another. 
 
 Each has that form of Faith that suits him best 
 The while he has it, and we must remember 
 That while men are on earth and live by bread, 
 Their politics and faith are warp and woof. 
 While man is partly body, partly soul, 
 The temporal and spiritual so mix 
 And modify and check and free each other, 
 That every war is a religious war. 
 And every war, a war political. 
 
 Yet we must hold to our exclusiveness, 
 ' Salvation none extra Eclesiam;' 
 For without this same, we alone are right, 
 No institution, or society, 
 Could hold together for a day, or hour. 
 
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 What creed as ever yet brought peace on earth ? 
 Bloodshed and rapine has through every age, 
 Since history began, been among men. 
 The pious peoples with the many gods, 
 The Hebrews, with but one Jehovah-Lord, 
 The Christians with the message of True Peace, 
 The follower of Mahomet, with the sword- 
 All have had wars to take, or keep their power. 
 
 Perhaps a higher creed is needed yet, 
 Or, but the highest of the highest used, 
 To lift mankind up to the blissful plane. 
 Where every one shall feel that God is God, 
 That mercy is but justice with a smile. 
 Yet shall not cease to wonder and adore. 
 
 The mighty Hebrew when he said or sang, 
 " God made the heavens and earth and all therein. 
 And saw that all is good and blest the whole." 
 
 The voice that cries, "O, happy sin of Adam !" 
 Even if it sound but only once a year, 
 Touches the keynote of the highest hymn — 
 A hymn that will be sung by man on earth. 
 And even beyond the earth, in highest heaven. 
 
 But see ! the Grand Canada we are nearing, 
 Which has been looming larger every hour 
 Above our bowsprit, like a bank of mist : 
 There, the Commander orders we shall stay 
 Until another vessel can be found 
 To take the Pinta's place. Let us prepare 
 To touch the shores of the Hesperides." 
 
NOTE 
 
 Some time since I received from a friend the following 
 strange advertisement : 
 
 "Wanted — A God who is not afraid of Darwin !" 
 
 In answer to which I reprint, for his and others' good, 
 the following 
 
 EXTRACTS. 
 
 " Either everything which possesses force has received its 
 force from something else; or there is something which possesses 
 force, and which never received this force from anything else, 
 and which, therefore, has possessed it from all eternity." 
 
 "Not having goes before receiving. I cannot and you cannot 
 receive that which we have already. In order to say that we 
 receive anything, we must first be without it; the state of not 
 having precedes the act of receiving." 
 
 " If you admit the existence of any one being who possesses 
 a force which he never received from another, that being is evi- 
 dently eternal. But to say that a being has received its force, is 
 to say that its force has had a beginning; and to say that anything 
 begins, is to say that once it was not. A chain of forces all 
 received is, therefore, a chain of forces all begun. If they have 
 all begun, they have all had something prior to them. But noth- 
 ing can be prior to what is eternal; a chain or series, therefore, 
 cannot itself be eternal." 
 
 *' No one denies that various forces are operating in the uni- 
 verse. Now, of two things, one : Either there is a first force, 
 acting and moving by its own freedom, which being antecedent 
 to all other forces, not only must be independent of them all, 
 but can alone have produced them all; or else there is in the 
 
universe no force which has not some other antecedent to it. 
 This last proi^osition is an absurdity; for to say that every force has 
 a force antecedent to it, is the same as to say that all forces have another 
 force antecedent to them ; in other words, that over and above all things 
 of a given class, there is another thing of that class. Can there be 
 more than the whole? Can there be another thing of a certain 
 kind, beyond all things of that kind? Besides every force, is 
 there yet another force?" 
 
 ''Then remark the conclusion. It is a self-contradiction to 
 contend that there can be one thing more of a class than all 
 things of that class; therefore there is not, and cannot be, a force 
 antecedent to every force in the universe; therefore there is, and 
 must be, in the universe, a force which is the first force, a force 
 which has not and could not have any other antecedent to it. 
 Now this force, being the first, could be controlled by no other; 
 by its action every other must have been produced, and under 
 its control every other must lie. There cannot be a force ante- 
 cedent to all forces, but there may be the first of the class, before 
 which no other was; and this is what I have demonstrated to 
 exist. That first force is antecedent, not to all, but to all others; 
 there you stop; there is none antecedent to God. As He is the 
 first force, all things must have come from Him, He made and 
 built this universe. You have asked me to prove that one eternal 
 and omnipotent God lives. I have now given you an argument 
 which I am by no means afraid to call a demonstration." 
 
 " Each one of us is conscious and certain of three things ; first, 
 that he himself has not existed from all eternity; secondly, each 
 of us feels that he did not make his own mind; and thirdly, that 
 he could not make another mind. Now, the mind who made 
 ours must be superior to anything contained in what he thus 
 made; therefore, although we can conceive a being of whose 
 power, knowledge and perfection we discern no possible limit, 
 this very conception must be inferior to its object. 
 
 There must exist outside of our mind some being greater still 
 than the greatest of which we can form any intellectual idea, 
 however boundless. The lead fused in a mould cannot be greater 
 
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 in its outlines than tlie mould which presents the form. Where 
 greater and smaller beings exist, there must be a greatest, and 
 we can all try to form some conception of him. 
 
 Now, this conception must fall short of his real greatness. 
 Why? Because, as I have demonstrated, that this being is the 
 first force, from which all others in the universe, including our 
 minds, must have come, no idea contained in our minds can be 
 greater than the very power which made those minds them- 
 selves." 
 
 " It could be demonstrated, first, that all things ar^ objects of 
 mind or of knowledge, somewhere; secondly, that all things under- 
 go some action, or are objects of power, somewhere; thirdly, that 
 all things are loved and cared for somewhere; and this as forming 
 one whole work or production, in their relations with each other. 
 Now, the knowledge, the power and the love (or care) in ques- 
 tion can belong only to that first force of whom I spoke. The 
 nature of things and the number of individuals are known and 
 counted somewhere; the attraction of physical things is weighed in 
 a balance somewhere, and all things are maintained in their 
 order by limits and protected in their relations by a measured 
 mark, somewhere.^ ^ 
 
 " Growth is feeding, growth is accretion, assimilation, conden- 
 sation in one form of many scattered elements. Growth is pos- 
 sible, first, if we have a seed, that is, an organism capable, when 
 fed, of filling out proportions defined beforehand; and secondly, 
 if we have the food by which it is sustained. 
 
 But who defines the proportions? Who ordained the form? 
 Who formed the seed? Who supplies the air, the light, the 
 food? Would a seed grow of its own energy if not sown in fos- 
 tering earth, or placed in fostering air and light — in short, if not 
 fed by the proper natural juices? Would it grow if starved of 
 air, earth, light— thrown back upon its sole self? Is not growth 
 necessarily stimulated /rom without ? Whatever the power which 
 traced out beforehand the limits and proportions which the seed, 
 by growing or feeding, is to fill ; whatever the power that surrounds 
 that seed, or other organism, with the manifold conditions for its 
 
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 deve]oi)incnt, that i)Ower must be sometliinji; more perfect ami 
 excellent than tiie elements which it thus clisi)enses and controls; 
 and the existence of these less perfect things would have been 
 impossible, had not the other existed first. Thus ascending the 
 scale of beings, from the less to the more excellent, the simple 
 fact that each exists, proves that a being superior to it must 
 somewhere else be found, and that the superior was in existence 
 first; until we reach that self-existent, all-perfect, eternal being 
 whose life accounts for a universe which his power governs, and 
 which without him would have been an impossibility." 
 
 " Love draws nigh to its object ; hatred draws away from its 
 o])ject, which it never approaches except in order to destroy it. 
 But the non-existent cannot be destroyed; therefore the non- 
 existent never could draw hatred toward it. Hatred would say, 
 those things are non-existent which I should hate, and which I 
 would destroy if they existed ; therefore let them continue non- 
 existent. But this sovereign being is antecedent to all things; 
 in his mind alone could they have had any existence before he 
 created them. If, then, he drew near to them, so to speak, 
 approached them, called them out of nothing into his own pal- 
 ace, the palace of being, love alone could have led him. There- 
 fore, by the most rigorous reasoning, it is evident that creation 
 is inexplicable except as an act of love. This Omnipotent being, 
 then, must be love in perpetual action; love in universal action, 
 boundless and everlasting love. This sublime being is, and can- 
 not but be, an infinite mind; he is boundless knowledge, bound- 
 less power, and boundless goodness." 
 
THE GLOOMY OCEAN-SEA, 
 
 (PART SECOND.) 
 
FEAK BEFORE AND BEHIND. 
 
 No vessel found to take the Pinta's place; 
 80 after twenty days with change of sails 
 And a new rudder made we leave these isles, 
 To face the unknown gloomy ocean— sea 
 Wliich fear and a distorted fills 
 Full of grim monsters miles and miles in length, 
 That in their jaws could take the largest shi^) 
 And crush it like an egg-shell. Whirlpools, too, 
 That spin whatever comes within their rim 
 And draw it down to darkness and destruction; 
 And waterspouts that suck you up in air 
 And, whirled aloft with fish for company, 
 Lifeless descend upon the land or sea, 
 
 Escaping these a direr hap may come 
 Seen, or but dreamed of, by some sailor old 
 And spun into a yarn for gaping ears — 
 
 ''As with their tails linked chattering monkeys bridge 
 A river, from the trees on either bank, 
 Huge dragons wing to wing, can take the masts 
 Cluster them altogether at the top 
 And thus prevent the caravels from sailing, 
 Which drift about at mercy of the waves — 
 Or we may reach the dreaded " herby sea," 
 Seven times the size of France, forever calm. 
 Impenetrable fields that no ship yet 
 Has ever been in and got out entire. 
 Unless by some mysterious gap or rent 
 In the vast web that ope's and shuts again. 
 No" mortal knows the how or when or where — 
 Whose curdled surface woven like a net 
 With henware, dulse and knotted ocean-grape, 
 
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 Impede the sharpest prow and thinest keel 
 
 Though driven even by a hurricane; 
 
 And so entangled on the stagnant brine — 
 
 Noonday made dark by hideous leathery wings 
 
 Of creatures dragon-like or monstrous bats — 
 
 Stand stock still till they rot, or bottom-bored 
 
 By devilish sword-fish sink and drown the crews 
 
 Whose tongues are parched and black for w^ant of rain. 
 
 Thus, with worse fear before and fear Ijehind, 
 Courage is needed or to go or stay. 
 
 The burning mountain, peak of Tenneriffe, 
 The chimney of some dark infernal tire, 
 Has kept the sailors night and day aghast 
 By belching smoke and sulphur stench and tiame. 
 Casting strange lurid gleams along the deep; 
 And yet no grumbler whistles for the wind — 
 Unless for one to blow him back to >Spain. 
 
 Three days becalmed with idly flapping sails 
 
 We now have lingered near these classic isles. 
 
 Nearer to danger from an envious king. 
 
 The enterprising Rey of Portugal, 
 
 Than from the elements of earth or air; 
 
 Had we but galleys we might row^ away. 
 
 But darkness comes again and holds us fast. 
 
 Some watch, some sleep, some dream of those at home 
 
 Some pressed by nightmare waken with a cry 
 
 And muttering, 'Ave Maria,' sleep again; 
 
 'Till gladdening day dawns over Africa 
 
 And the sun rises making all things fair. 
 
 A gentle breeze springs also with the light: 
 Gladly Colombo sees the swelling sales 
 In hope they draw him soon from land he knows 
 Into the vast mysterious unknown, — 
 That ere the coming evening may behold 
 The heights of Ferro fade and sink adown 
 Into the sky line or the distant sea. 
 
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 Brave by the light of God and hope of good 
 
 And strong in patience, now an instinct grown, 
 
 The Admiral towards the Occident 
 
 Throws his far-searching eyes along the deep,— 
 " Wherever ship has sailed there have I journeyed 
 
 And now we go where ship has never l)een 
 
 Within the memory of mortal man, 
 
 Or any extant record that we know. 
 Westward o'er pathless plains to find the East, 
 
 The vast Cipango rich in precious things. 
 
 Myriads of souls that never heard of Christ, 
 
 (rold, silver, iron, copper, diamonds, 
 
 In radiant realms for which we have no name. 
 
 I have no fear for John of Portugal, 
 Or the high burning Peak of Tenneriffe ; 
 
 The Mount Vesuvio, presso Napoli, 
 
 1 have seen fill the air with clouds of smoke 
 
 And molten lava crawling down its sides; 
 
 Yet the vinajo when the storm is spent 
 
 And sunny slopes of the huge creature cool. 
 
 Plants hopefully the vines that yield hhn wine. 
 
 But for the sullen smouldering element 
 Of discontent among the lower crew 
 Which may attempt to cripple the design 
 Whose light sustains me in the darkest hour, 
 All has gone well toward the glorious end; 
 And when at length the new world shall be found 
 Like vinyardist on the volcano's side 
 These men will drink with me the wine of joy. 
 
 Vet here and now, alas! for lack of faithi 
 Without some faith there is no ground for hoi 
 And without hope what man will stir an inch 
 Unless for fear? No comfort in his toil, 
 Save the day- wages that his labor yields- 
 Has he who does not understand the scheme ; 
 An active fight against immediate danger 
 Were good for such, but this vague, undefined 
 Spectral calamity he cannot see, 
 
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 It is as difficult to dissipate 
 
 As for the sun to ripen empty space. 
 
 Thine is the earth and Thine the ocean, Lord! 
 
 The force of lightning and the hurricane 
 
 Whirl of the pool and rock of adamant 
 
 On which wild waves like steeds with foaming mouths 
 
 Dash into misty spray, and hearts of kings, 
 
 With every pulse of wise or ignorant 
 
 And all the elements of earth or hell 
 
 Are impotent, save beating to Thy tune. 
 
 We are Thine also, and we need not fear. 
 From Thee, for Thee and thine our mission is, 
 That all mankind may rise nearer to Thee 
 By knowing Thy omnipotence of love,— 
 We are the instruments, some toil is ours. 
 The inspiration and the force is Thine," 
 
 And are we then the first of human kind 
 That ever entered this wide solitude ? 
 This vast expanse whose dread subUmity 
 Seizing the soul makes the beholder dumb,— 
 Whose lovely, limped, yielding purity 
 Draws down into its bosom all the sky. 
 And dances myriad reflected gleams 
 Of fire cerulean, pulsing up and down,— 
 Mirrors the sailing, sunny, summer clouds— 
 Or black rack of the rattling thunderstorm, 
 Whose lightning,— rills, and jagged cataracts- 
 Leap down as if they had to pierce the deep, 
 But— hiss and splutter and in darkness die?— 
 Has it thro' countless ages never been 
 Cut by a vessels keel and curved prow ? 
 And only seen by wild birds of the air— 
 Whose cradle and whose carriage is the wave — 
 By stormy petrel, gull and albatross ? 
 And broken only by the splash and spout 
 Of wliale and porpoise, flying fish and sliark ? 
 
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 Ah, who can know ? The earth is old and young, 
 
 And history, but — yesterday began. 
 
 On to the islands of the Indian seas ! 
 
 That teem with precious stones and precious gold. 
 
 On to the region, Mangi and Cathay ! 
 
 With cities built of jasper — fruitful lands — 
 
 Rich in all things the heart of man can crave. 
 
 Directly westward we must sail and keej) 
 
 As near as possible together, lest 
 
 Some accident untoward might befall 
 
 A vessel, or commander, or his men; 
 
 And after sailing seven hundred leagues 
 
 Lay by from midnight till the coming day. 
 
 THE COMPASS. 
 
 This is indeed the "gloomy Ocean-sea" — 
 The needle points no longer to the pole. 
 And yet the star shines in its place the same 
 And all the neighbor stars the same around. 
 
 Here is a thing can not be hid away 
 And will produce a terror worse than all 
 The fears I tried before to dissipate. 
 
 When darkness hid from us the lamps of night, 
 To the lone helmsman on his dreary watch 
 This was his only guide on the wide sea : 
 Relied upon by all as truth itself 
 And trusted, as we trust the blessed God, 
 As an unvarying and certain law. 
 
 I know not what to think or what to say ; 
 And yet some explanation must be found, — 
 Or else while I'm asleep and the stars shining 
 They may to eastward turn the ships about 
 And lose all we have gained in time and space. 
 
 No ! Let me hope, perhaps it still is true. 
 The power may yet be, but — the time and place 
 
 May alter the direction of the force — 
 There may be iron rocks somewhere beneath, 
 
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 Some submerged island full of precious ore, 
 That sways the slender bar slightly to westward. 
 
 The star may have an orbit of its own 
 And the true Pole be inside of its path, — 
 Or, this mysterious thing may oscillate — 
 The axis in the middle of its sweep — 
 And that so slowly thro' uncounted ages, 
 The eyes of man have never noticed it. 
 
 This is in truth the 'gloomy Ocean-Sea'. — 
 
 A vessels mast bleached by the rocks and waves, 
 The solitary fragment of some wreck. 
 Drifts past the tear — dimmed sailors frightened eyes, 
 Tho' that is nothing new or wonderful, — 
 This unknown variation will appal. 
 
 Without disaster, full two hundred leagues 
 From Ferro isle with an unwavering faith 
 In this small insrument — so like a spirit — 
 We now have made. Oh, this is strange indeed, 
 And may to gloom turn all the Ocean-Seas 
 If this thing ])oints no longer to the Pole. 
 
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 pp:sstmistic. 
 
 Unnumbei'ed stars are shiniiioj bright 
 Thro' heavens vast, concave hemisphei-e; 
 Lonely they seem, but 'tis I know 
 My lieart that makes them so appear. 
 
 Tlie moon rains down her hght and makes 
 
 A silver pathway o'er the sea; 
 
 The waves are dark on either side — 
 
 So I, unless I think of thee. 
 
 Self exiled into space unknown, 
 To thee my fancy fondly flies. 
 Dearest Ketura! and I feel. 
 Without love — life within me dies. 
 
 We have no country of our own. 
 Not even an island of the sea — 
 But thou wert Spain and Palestine, 
 Bella Ebrea! unto me. 
 
 But for the hope that lies beyond , 
 The hope I may to thee return — 
 My heart would fail and cease to beat, 
 My lamp of life would cease to burn. 
 
 That lover weaves and sings his plaintive song 
 To the waves' plash against the vessels prow ; 
 While she, perhaps, has quite forgotten him 
 And sleeps and never dreams that he exists; 
 Or, fickle, maj^ have found another love. 
 
 O, i)itiable state of mortal man! 
 Misery is life and life is misery ; • 
 AVe cannot comprehend or fathom it: 
 So filled with evil every street and lane 
 And every plain and mountain night and day— 
 
 The seaman's com})ass, even, tells untrue. 
 
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 When first we breathe the atmosphere, we wail, 
 And weeping from the cradle to the grave 
 Most of us mourn that we were ever made. 
 '* Valley of Tears," by this our earth is known, 
 Job cursed the day on which he saw the light; 
 Even if at times the sky seems bright above, 
 Our pathway lies along a " Bridge of Sighs " 
 O'er which we reach the dungeon of the tomb. 
 
 Earthquakes and famines, wars and pestilence, 
 Cyclones and conflagrations, droughts and floods. 
 Fierce animals and fellow men more fierce, 
 The secret murder and the open violence ; 
 The vain and greedy, envious feet aspire 
 To rule the head, or heat the feet to bruise, 
 In frenzy social or political — 
 The body suS'ering between the two — 
 The novel creed still warring with the old 
 The old to keep possession fighting fierce. 
 
 The Jew, Mohammedan and heretic, 
 Who all would gladly do as they are done by, 
 Have choice of exile, or hypocrisy. 
 Or fagots lit to show^ the^way to heaven. 
 
 Some think the gods have made us in their sport; 
 And destiny— eternal, deaf and blind. 
 Compels even Jupiter to diplhis hand 
 Into the fatal urns between his feet 
 And scatter good and evil on mankind- 
 Some think the gods have made us in their hate 
 And placed us under laws we cannot know 
 That burn or drown, or crush us into night. 
 They quaffing nectar, lasily, somewhere. 
 And tho' philosophies and faiths may change 
 We still continue suS'ering as before. 
 And ask, "Whence came the sin? Whence came the woe ?' 
 
 Taught to believe that we are guilty things. 
 Worms of the dust and under punishment. 
 With but faint hope we e're can liquidate 
 
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 The del)t immense that sunk the human race 
 
 In utter bankruptcy, we moan and die; 
 
 Or grown insane by pondering the evil 
 
 Some take their lives and fling them in God's face, 
 
 The shy, too sensitive, exalted soul, 
 While struggling thro' this tragedy exclaims, 
 That, " Man and woman and what else is dear. 
 Attracts to crush, repels, to make him wither." 
 
 All is awry, or broken, or defaced, 
 Fading in fading hght and dim disorder 
 Into oblivion on the earth's dull breast, 
 Or in the deep and on its surface leaving 
 Nothing but bubble, which like earthly fame 
 Breaks in the next wave and is seen no more. 
 
 OPTIMISTIC. 
 
 So, my Alonzo, you would have us chant. 
 Or whine the long melodious poet-wail,— 
 
 " A little while for laughter and for song, 
 A very little while to kiss and cling. 
 And soon, alas! to sing, kiss, cling no more." 
 To fret away our lives? Nay, rather, man, 
 Find out the evil and the remedy ; 
 Or whether there is evil we can cure. 
 Or whether evil is but lesser good 
 And the least good be merely negative. 
 
 To think this world the worst that could exist. 
 Is even better than not think at all; 
 If half a loaf is better than no l)read 
 The loaf entire is surely better still; 
 But to be hungry and yet have no bread. 
 We all pronounce an evil state of things. 
 
 The optimist believes that all is right 
 And of two goods he chooses still the best; 
 The pessimist believes that all is wrong 
 And of two evils he will choose the least; 
 
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 The first is near, the second, for from peace. 
 
 Most people in all ages hang between 
 And think man's life is good and evil both, 
 Spent part in joy and part in misery 
 And a great part in sleep and apathy, 
 Under the dull grey skies that have no sun, 
 Under the dull dark night that has no stars, 
 If all were pessimist the race must die. 
 Because he has no faith in God or man. 
 
 TRAINING SCHOOL. 
 
 INIan is the central figure of this world ; 
 He has seen nothing nobler than himself; 
 All nature else, is background, nothing more. 
 
 The lovely landscapes of the earth or ocean 
 AVhen painted well we all delight to see. 
 But still, the figures in the scene, the men 
 Women and children interest us more 
 Than rocks or rivers, seashores, mountains, trees. 
 
 With a fair wind our Santa Maria plows 
 This field, whose limit seems the verge of heaven, 
 Toward which verge the voyage of our lives 
 Is also tending thro' the light and dark, — 
 We are not seamen and the officers 
 Have their respective duties to perform. 
 But we, as all on board are in good health, 
 Have nought to do ]jut wile away the time, 
 By reasoning on the good and ill of life. 
 
 And let us start near the beginning, thus, — 
 A human being's education here 
 Begins before he knows himself to be 
 And does not end until he cease to live. 
 
 He breathes the air he takes his food and grows 
 With his eyes slmt and blindly loves himself. 
 Slowly he rises to self consciousness, 
 He moves toward the good, the evil shuns; 
 
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 What gives him pain is evil; pleasure, good; 
 
 And this instinctive force, interior law, 
 
 Whether he choose what is, or is to he, 
 
 Abides, impels and rules him all his days. 
 By many teachers heaven teaches him 
 
 And all his student time appears to be 
 
 But preparation for a higher form 
 
 Where whipping is al)olished. When God willed 
 He drew him from his darkness to his light, 
 Planted a hundred forces in his soul 
 And placed him target for a thousand more. 
 
 His education never is complete 
 So long as he is conscious upon earth ; 
 His training is a life-long painful thing, 
 Also a life-long good and pleasant thing, 
 And every thrill of joy, or pang of pain, 
 Is but a needed lesson to his soul. 
 
 Some things suggest to him a wish, or deed, 
 And these are placed around him, not by him, 
 And vital forces too, he has received. 
 His being to preserve from wrong and pain, 
 Without his knowledge,— as the seeds are sown 
 In the unconscious earth and spring and grow 
 Seeking the blessed light and heat and rain— 
 And have become a power before he knew. 
 
 If when these outward causes operate 
 And time and place and inward wish agree. 
 Can it be said that he is free to act? 
 Yes! As the lily blooms and streamlets run. 
 
 But thou complainest thou art crushed and bleedin< 
 
 The trainer of a horse first throws him down 
 And keeps him down, until the creature feels 
 His utter helplessness; then kindly soothes 
 With gentle tones and strokes his face and neck ; 
 Slowly he helps him as it were, to rise 
 And stand upon his feet and look around. 
 
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 He knows not who tied bis proud snorting head 
 And his fleet foot together and then drew 
 Softly the cord that laid him on the earth; 
 Oft times man's education is like this, — 
 Low lies the helpless wretch upon the ground, 
 Darkness and desolation 'round about, 
 And even his bosom friends may be against him; 
 He is permitted to be ignorant 
 'Till a peculiar experience 
 Of pain or pleasure, misery or jo}^. 
 Opens the windows of his precious mind ; 
 Then touches him the Teacher's hand of mercy 
 And soothes and lights and lifts him to his feet 
 Into a higher and a holier life. 
 
 Happy, who knows that He who cast him down 
 Is also He who lifts him up again 
 Into a softer and a purer air! 
 In gratitude of heart he praises Him 
 And worships Him in spirit and in truth, 
 In the lone desert, or the mountain top, 
 On the waste sea beneath the glittering stars; 
 Or in the crowded temples built for God 
 By man supreme, the godlike architect. 
 
 In body bulk man fills a certain space, 
 In intellectual and moral bulk, 
 Whose boundaries he cannot pass beyond, 
 Nor the determined limit of his days ; 
 That he shall fill this space is God's design. 
 As far as mortal man can comprehend — 
 As nothing yet has hindered His design 
 And neither life nor death are accidents, 
 He will preserve the spirit He has placed, 
 In such a delicate and marvelous house, 
 Until He please to take it to himself. 
 
 When the mysterious stream that turns the wheel 
 Is dry, or feeble, and can flow no more, 
 The latest lesson is the latest thought 
 Illuminating the departed soul; 
 
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 The end, in this most perfect Training School, 
 
 Of one, may be a bullet thro' his brain, 
 
 Anotlier may be drowned in the deep sea. 
 
 One with a shout of triumpli may expire, 
 
 Another hooted from existence die; 
 
 One by swift Uglitning from the thunder cloud. 
 
 Or slowly sink in dumb paralysis; 
 
 Some upon beds of roses fall asleep, 
 
 Another pillow' d on a stone may see 
 
 The heavens opening to let him in 
 
 And pass in ecstacy his latest loreath. 
 
 One gains his haven, such as it may be, 
 
 By murder, swinging twixt the earth and air, 
 
 The murdered one as surely gains his peace. 
 
 Some go in terror, some in joy and hope, 
 As thinking they have merit in God's sight, 
 Or fearing that they have not and yet ought; 
 And some like infants die in peace, without 
 Thought of reward or fear of punishment, 
 Yet trusting calmly in Eternal Love, 
 As the babe sleeps upon its mothers lap. 
 After the journey, all will reach the rest 
 Prepared for high and low and rich and poor, 
 AVith lesser light or greater (as becomes 
 The Wisdom infinite by whom we are) 
 Not measured by the unsteady human scale 
 Of crazed fanatics, or high dogmatists 
 Of even the highest creed that man has known. 
 
 'Tis not to him who wills nor him who runs; 
 Our blessed Lord his bounty freely gives: 
 His rain falls on the just and the less just; 
 His hand he opens and each creature fills 
 With benediction, — yet he never looks. 
 Nor cares for worth in the recipient — 
 
 Whose worth is simply what lie has from Him. 
 
 SELF. 
 
 You think all evil springs of selfishness ? 
 All men are selfish, — that which we call hate 
 
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 Is nothing but self-love in a low nature ; 
 
 A totally unselfish man could not 
 
 Exist a moment. By the Will Divine 
 
 He is a being with desire to be 
 
 And will conserve his person as he may, 
 
 Spreading himself to gain that which he needs. 
 
 He is the judge of what his nature wants, 
 The which he seizes if he has the power. 
 
 Say, he is in a wilderness alone 
 And sees a precious fruit upon a tree, 
 But at its root a dragon has its lair; 
 He kills the dragon and he climbs the tree 
 And eats the fruit, rejoicing in his life ; 
 Self-love has moved him, has he acted well? 
 Yes ! for his good is not another's ill. 
 
 But let him leave his solitary haunt 
 And go into a city where men dwell, 
 There he sees gold, that ripens many fruits, 
 But there are iron stanchions o'er the vault 
 And watchmen armed with death walk up and down: 
 These are obstructions which he may remove, 
 He kills the watchman and he cuts the bars — 
 Self-love has moved him, has he acted ill ? 
 
 •Surely — he is a murderer and thief. 
 
 Defense of self — a primal law of life 
 
 In everything that lives, holds also here ; 
 
 Societies are gifted with self-love ; 
 
 And us he slew the dragon near the tree 
 
 They kill or chain him while they eat the fruit 
 
 Of social law observed — security, 
 
 Joy, peace and comfort in community. 
 
 This civil law curtails your liberty ? 
 Yes! And while 'tis the law you must obey, 
 Or suffer loss of liberty or life, 
 Or dwell with dragons in the wilderness. 
 
 Yet this self-love is natures gift to man 
 And is the sole foundation of all love 
 Of which a human soul is capable 
 Toward her God, her brother, friend, or kind; 
 
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 I must exist before 1 sufier love. 
 
 My being is a valua])le gift 
 
 And I am in possession of myself 
 
 And love what I possess from such a source ; 
 
 1 love my parents and I love my child. 
 
 1 love my brother and I love my God, 
 
 Just in proportion as I do jiossess them. 
 
 And as for the iniquity of war? 
 On earth man's life is warfare ever more; 
 Even on the trackless deep it is the same 
 And would be in the air if there he dwelt— 
 But 'tis a healthful and a righteous war, 
 This world is battlefield as well as school. 
 Urged by the daily needs of mortal life, 
 Bread for himself and those he counts his owji 
 And lawfully for riches, fame and power, 
 Man, iho' not uniformed in soldier's garb, 
 Is still a warrior in a thousand ways, 
 And has been and will be, forever more. 
 
 The sailor fights with stormy winds and waves, 
 The shepherd fights to keep his sheep from wolves. 
 The farmer fights to save his golden grain. 
 The doctor fights to keep disease away. 
 The lawyer fights for injured innocence, 
 The parson fights to get his flock to heaven, 
 The statesman and philosopher both strive 
 For their own country's weal and all the world; 
 The artist strives that beauty may survive 
 A little longer for the eyes of man ; 
 The poet too, that all heroic deeds 
 For love of woman, man or God, shall live, 
 Though languages and empires may decay. 
 
 And, see! Colombo yonder, on the poop! 
 How has he had to fight to reach thus far — 
 And what a struggle there may be for him 
 Before we reach the golden India! 
 He has the necessary opposition 
 
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 From these fanatics in their ignorance, 
 And in the ciihivated pessimist 
 He will not look for help to gain his end — 
 Yet might at last will prove to be the right. 
 
 MIGHT IS RIGHT. 
 
 Since God is God as all men must believe 
 And all things have their force direct from Him, 
 Might in the highest sense and every sense 
 Is always right. Whate'er He wills is done, 
 Whate'er is done, He wills — and always good. 
 
 We see the will of God in everything 
 Eternally accomplished, without sin 
 In any of the instruments he uses: 
 He hateth nothing that he ever made; 
 With His creation He is ever pleased 
 And with the preservation of the same 
 And with the slow or sudden dissolution. 
 Or change, before things re-created be. 
 
 The laws of Nature cannot be ignored, 
 Evaded, turned aside, or nullified. 
 Save by some higher law of greater force. 
 
 Who gets a law to keep and execute 
 Also receives" the power to execute, — 
 If that power is withdrawn, 'tis evident 
 The framer of the statute is averse 
 To the enforcement of the law he made. 
 
 The power that triumphs, always is of God; 
 Thro' virtuous men or men less virtuous, 
 Or the blind force of nature, which is His. 
 Against God's will can anything exist ? 
 Has evil any generative power? 
 No seed of evil ever can be sown. 
 Is anything created or begotten, 
 Unless thro' love ? and when it is begot. 
 Is it not love that keeps it, makes it grow? 
 
 Can any man against God's will be rich ? 
 
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 Or any woman beautiful and kind? 
 
 Or any mortal swift, or strong, or wise ? 
 
 Faith is His gift and knowledge is His gift 
 
 And what He gives can never be refused: 
 
 AVhate'er He wills is done— whate'er is done 
 
 He wills. In Him we live and move and are; 
 
 Man has his being and his love of self 
 
 The love of his own kind, the love of Truth, 
 
 Without petition and without reproach. 
 
 All things that are are pleasing unto God, 
 
 Were it not so, the entire human race 
 
 Had long since vanished from the face of earth— 
 
 Or rather they had never been created. 
 
 LAW. 
 
 'Tis necessary for mankind to live 
 Together, in society on earth. 
 
 From the relationships of social life— 
 The parent to the child, the child to parent. 
 The man to woman, woman to the man, 
 The elder to the younger and the wise 
 To the less wise, the master to the servant, 
 The governor to the governed— spring all 
 The moral laws that are for good of man. 
 And, prompted by his Maker, man makes these. 
 And lays down the commandments as from God— 
 The moral sense precedes dogmatic truth. 
 
 A crime was first committed; then a law 
 Naming the crime prohil)ited the act. 
 Thus, murder, falsehood, theft and violence 
 And all the horrid, hated catalogue— 
 (Killing— or matricide, or paricide, 
 Sororicide, fratricide, regicide. 
 Infanticide and suicide — had each 
 A penalty: yet all the crimes yet known 
 Have been committed ere a law was made ; 
 And after, while the actors thought devoutly. 
 That what they did was i)leasing to their God)— 
 
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 Has been, from the beginning of the world, 
 In empire, nation, tribe and family. 
 
 Patriarch, prophet, priest, aristocrat, 
 Prince, king, or emperor, or president — 
 Under all these the great and good have lived; 
 Under all these disease and war and death 
 Have been and will be, till it pleases God 
 To make another order of this world. 
 
 And He who sees all, never yet saw evil; 
 Crime never ripened any living germ; 
 It is not possible for any one 
 AVhom God has made, to offer him insult; 
 But man can see that which is counted crime, 
 something that pains his heart and soul and life. 
 And pains it for a purpose which Heaven knows. 
 
 '*No man does evil willingly"; he sees 
 Something of good beyond some hinderance 
 And that obsruction he will push aside, 
 Or else destroy, as standing in his way. 
 
 THE HERBY SEA. 
 
 Lo ! a great stream of fire thro' the blue sky, 
 A meteor falls from heaven into the deep, 
 Some five leagues distant, like a thunderbolt ! 
 
 And yet no rain cloud can be seen above, 
 No noise has followed thro' the atmosphere. 
 For many days we do not shift a sail ; 
 A steady wind abaft from east to west. 
 Has blown us farther than the crews must know. 
 
 Alternately we suffer light and dark; 
 The starry dome flows over us and fades 
 Into the greater ocean of sun light. 
 In silence, like a dead eternity. 
 
 The air, is April, balmy fresh and pure, 
 In lovely longed for Andalusia, 
 When nightingales are singing vesper hymns 
 And the grape blossoms drop their tiny rings, 
 Breathing the fragrance of the wine of heaven. 
 
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 And every daj^ we see new signs of land, — 
 
 Tliat white bird never sleeps upon the sea, 
 
 And yonder heron with his solemn wings 
 
 And long legs trailing under and behind 
 
 Spends on the solitary river's marge 
 
 The best part of his time : Two pelicans 
 
 Have flown on board and wondered where they were. 
 
 The men are in high spirits — Thirty crowns 
 Are his who sees the blessed land the first. , 
 Alas ! Of brief duration is the joy : 
 Colombo sounds and tho' his sounding line 
 Is not a short one he no bottom finds, 
 And thus tbeir fitful courage sinks again. 
 
 Interminable Ocean, shoreless sky, 
 A calm profound more dreaded than a storm 
 
 Steals o'er, in silence strange, the little fleet: 
 For now we reach the fearful ''herby sea", 
 A vast and boundless meadow, covered o'er 
 With strange weeds they have never seen elsewhere. 
 
 The ships can make no headway thro' this field ; 
 And shallow lurking rocks that hold the roots 
 Of this mysterious marine vegetation, 
 And treacherous quicksands banks and shoals may catch 
 The keels of all these Caravels and keep 
 Them there, fixed and immovable, until 
 They rot — no refuge, no escape, but death. 
 
 A superstitious terror seizes them; 
 Their minds become diseased — nor drink nor food 
 They care for, nor aught else. The admiral, 
 Harrassed at every turn, yet calm and kind. 
 Drops down again, his line into the deep. 
 And finds no stoppage, or of sand or rock; 
 And so the bottoms of the ships are safe. 
 For in this dead calm none of them can sail. 
 No wind, no wind, and yet the waters move ; 
 A long groundswell, of some far distant storm, 
 With low expiring undulation comes. 
 
 Thanks l)e to God ! steadfast Cristobal now. 
 Can still the mania-murmur of the crews, 
 And they escape the dreaded Herby sea. 
 
SAN SALVADOR 
 
 (PART THIRD.) 
 
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'' LAND "—PERHAPS. 
 
 From Ferro more than seven Imndred leagues 
 And eight and fifty days consumed from Spain; 
 The hopes of those who have been hoping, sink, 
 The unbelieving will not yet believe. 
 
 Land birds that fly not far from shore are seen, 
 Branches of trees with berries ripe upon tliem. 
 Pieces of timber, quaintly cut and carved, 
 Clearly of purpose by the hand of man. 
 Drift past the vessels on some unknown tide ; 
 But to the eyes of ignorance and fear 
 They pass without inspiring any hope. 
 
 The sun is sinking and their weary eyes 
 Follow the red gleams of the parting day, 
 Straining to catch the faintest thing like earth, 
 Or streak of earth-mist on the liquid plain. 
 When from the Pinta's stern a shout is heard— 
 
 " Land ! land ! gran senor, hail ! I am the first, 
 Martin Alonzo Pinzon cries aloud — 
 " Declare my right to all the promised prize ! " 
 The sailors climb aloft and shout for joy; 
 The Admiral falls on his knees and weeps. 
 While " Gloria in Excelsis Deo ! " springs 
 In music from his heart — before he sees 
 Before he even glances toward the haze 
 Or cloud which Pinzon truly takes for land. 
 But be it mist or isle, or continent 
 Of India, China, or a world unknown. 
 It is too late this night for certitude. 
 Again the darkness swallows everything. 
 
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 Alas ! Alas ! After a long, long night 
 
 Waiting and praying, praising too by turns, 
 
 He watched the day-spring climb the arch of heaven 
 
 And lighten up the western mystery; 
 
 But not a speck of anything like land 
 
 Lifted the dreary line of sea and sky — 
 
 The evening cloud had melted quite away. 
 
 And with the daylight discontent grows fierce, 
 Ascends and spreads thro' all the company: 
 The disappointment drives some near dispair 
 And pleading, cursing, praying, threatening. 
 The sullen sailors need but one to lead them 
 And force the Admiral to turn about, 
 Heading the caravels to make for home. 
 
 They know Cristobal is a heretic; 
 His theory was condemned long time ago 
 By those who re])resented Holy church — 
 Famed Salamanca's sage cosmographers, — 
 And spite of all the blessing of the Pope 
 Upon this enterprise, they only see 
 A crazy Genoese Italian 
 Who cares not if he lead them all to death 
 So that he satisfy his fantasy. 
 Demons from hell rule this adventurer, 
 For disappointment follows every hope, — 
 He who will pitch him over to the sharks 
 Will do a goodly service unto God, 
 
 MUTINY. 
 
 'Twixt the Canary Isles and Spain you said, 
 ** The force that checks, the forces that are checked 
 And those that join together andfloiv on, 
 Spring from one Fountain — everything is right .-'^ 
 
 If that is true our discontent is right ; 
 Our disobedience is the power of God, 
 And in his sight all men are equal. 
 
 No! 
 
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 Not equal in the sight of God or man. 
 The captain first, the common sailor next ; 
 The one commands, the other must obey. 
 
 The worthy, wise and wealthy rule man's world 
 Under the guidance of. the Power Supreme 
 The vicious, poor and witless still must serve. 
 
 All men are born unequal and not free, 
 But bound about by law, like swaddling bands. 
 Yet revolution is the power of God ; 
 For it is certain everything revolves 
 But by His might ; moral, or physical, 
 Or intellectual : if the force succeed, 
 I afterwards would say, it is His will, 
 But now I say to you with all my strength,— 
 
 You wicked and unreasonable men ! 
 You blindly drift towards your own destruction ; 
 Senor Colombo, your great admiral. 
 Deigns to persuade and plead with you in vain. 
 
 I am no sailor, Matheos, yet hear me ! 
 Suppose you do what many of you mean. 
 For I have heard your murderous design, 
 Do you not see it would avail you naught 
 If overboard you chucked him in the dark? 
 Almighty God would make him sirim to land 
 And the inhabitants would make him king. 
 
 Unguided, blinded by self-love and fear ! 
 Were your Commander murdered, some one else 
 Must take command and you must still obey 
 And steer toward the unseen land the same. 
 
 The ruffians that would attempt the deed 
 Would have to sneak Uke dogs behind his back, 
 For if he turned his awful eye upon you 
 His Sovereignty of nature strikes you dead,— 
 If not— some dozen by his hand would die. 
 
 The land is near, the Pinzons know it is ; 
 They know the signs tliat birds and branches are 
 And they would quickly drown the worst of you, 
 Claim the great glory of discovery. 
 And the avenging of Colombo's death ; 
 
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 Or lug yon fast in irons back to Spain, 
 
 Where some of you, to save your precious lives. 
 
 Would soon confess and so your mates might die. 
 
 Ungrateful men ! blind to God's providence, 
 How has He blest you since you came on board ! 
 Fine weather, gentle seas and food and drink 
 And perfect health of body — not even one 
 So much as cut his finger, — time to say 
 Your prayers and sleep more than you ever had. 
 
 With you no more your great commander pleads, 
 He will not try to cheer you any more, — 
 But this you may be sure of— he that dare, 
 The first fool that will dare to lead you — dies. 
 
 Mark what I say — He is the chosen man, 
 Chosen by God to do this mighty work ; 
 Chosen by nature, wise and brave and strong, 
 Of vast experience on this element 
 And rich in science of the earth and stars ; 
 
 Were there no sovereign God or sovereign man, 
 Nature has given him station of command : 
 But more, the Ruler of the Universe 
 Will guide him safely still to India, 
 Whether you men obey, or disobey 
 Your lawful leader, here by every law — 
 Your servile insurrection comes to naught. 
 
 HUSH ! 
 
 The dark hour is upon Colombo now, 
 
 Compassion for the wronged and suffering 
 And gratitude to God could make him weep. 
 But here all prostrate on his cabin floor 
 With tearless eyes he lies upon his face, 
 His hands clasped on his forehead; agony. 
 Instead of moving, stills his mighty frame. 
 
 Only some murmured words escape his lips, 
 " I can no more. Altho' the land is near 
 
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 Perhaps I shall not see it. Only now, 
 I seem partly to feel and understand 
 That lone, last cry of Christ upon the cross. 
 
 I plead no more with men devoid of faith, 
 Devoid of reason and humility: 
 1 must be still — must wait for light to move. 
 O why am I solicitous and sunk 
 When not the least thing I can do to save 
 That which is dearest? God! I await for Thee 
 
 (Hero and saint, apostle, martyr, man! 
 Through whom I owe to heaven this crystal stream 
 And gushing fountain sparkling in the sun; 
 These rocks, yon wooded hill and vineyard slope, 
 The lowly chapel up among the clouds, 
 Where still is heard the selfsame praise and prayer 
 That from thy lips and soul, with higher grace. 
 Were uttered in thy trials nujnberless, 
 Nearly four hundred years ago — Amen! 
 Leave all to Him who, knowing, ruleth all. 
 
 I also ponder on the mystery 
 Of right and wrong, of sorrow and of joy, 
 Freedom and life, necessity and death, 
 Within my narrow solitude obscure : 
 And by my little trials measure thine. 
 
 Unconsciously, or consciously, we play 
 At chess with God, thro' all our mortal span. 
 
 He forces all my moves; and afterwards. 
 But not before, because my sight is dim — 
 
 I feel that all is fair — and worship Him. 
 
 When on the little checquer-board of Time 
 I've not another move— lo! I shall see 
 His is the triumph, and He wins — for me. 
 
 Whether we sink or swim, or win or lose, 
 God reigned, God reigns and will forever reign. 
 Creator uncreate of all that is, 
 
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 Source of all light and heat and power and beauty 
 In this immeasurable universe! 
 
 Thine is the soul that mirrors what she may 
 Of Thy thrice holy attributes, tho' faintly, 
 Even as the smallest drop of dew may hold 
 The image of the sun, or moon, or star.) 
 
 How beautiful is night upon the sea! 
 The azure sky is pure, the air is mild: 
 
 Thro' the transparent atmosphere, each star 
 Shines with a luster never seen on land. 
 
 Long trains of Metoric flame from high 
 Flash down, athwart, toward the misty line 
 Where earth and heaven kiss with dewy lips — 
 Flash for a little moment and expire. 
 
 Over the waves so steadily serene 
 We gaily glide, some singing hol}^ hymns, 
 The gentle breeze keeping the sails just spread ; 
 The signs of land increase ; the pilots wish 
 To change the route for islands must be near: 
 But the commandant, tho' he thinks it true. 
 Will not now change his course. The sea is fine 
 The wind is all we wish — thanks be to God! 
 To turn aside would not be prudent now 
 Or reasonable — On, to India! 
 As straight as we can steer and lose no time. '" 
 Chihlren may turn aside from the main road 
 That leads to palace gardens filled with flowers 
 And loiter, gathering wildweeds by the way — 
 The lesser islands, like to wayside plants, 
 We pass to gain the blooming continent. 
 
 HOPES AND FEARS. 
 
 For several days upon the tranquil sea 
 With mild delightful breezes on they sail: 
 So calm the water that the sailors swim 
 
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 Around the vessels and forget a while 
 Their late dejection. Dolphins roll ahout 
 And fljnng' tish darting aloft in air 
 Fall on the deck; continued signs of land 
 Insensibly beguile the crews — their minds 
 Diverted for the time, as child at play 
 Forgets the trouble of an hour before. 
 
 Next day the fear returns that they have passed 
 Beyond the land — weeds float from east to west 
 And on the third day, no land birds are seen. 
 
 Murmurs and menaces arise again ; 
 Colombo will not change his westward course : 
 One point for all the clamors of the world. 
 And soon such flights of birds again they see 
 That puts their weak despondency to flight. 
 
 With the new confidence a greed awakes; 
 For now, the promised pension in their eyes 
 To him the first discoverer of earth, 
 Makes them upon the least appearance cry, — 
 "Land! land!" continually, which proves to be 
 Nothing but false alarms. The Admiral 
 Abates the nuisance, — " If land be not seen 
 In three days after, he who gave the cry 
 Forfeits all claim and will get no reward." 
 
 And on the morning of October seventh 
 On board the Admiral's own caravel. 
 Some thought they saw land westward far away. 
 But no one would proclaim it for the fear 
 Of losing all the promised prize of gold. 
 
 Forward the Nigna swiftly presses on 
 And soon a flag up to her mast head runs 
 And from hei^ deck a cannon is discharged. 
 The preconcerted signal for land seen. 
 In the small squadron joy awakes again 
 And every eye is strained toward the west, — 
 Their cloud-built hopes as they advance decay 
 And before evening comes the fancied land 
 Into thin air has melted like a dream. 
 
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 ICONOCLAST. 
 
 1 )oetor, I see that all things come by chauee ; 
 There is no ruling power on earth but man, 
 His life, a chapter of base accidents, 
 Showing he rules like a blindfolded fool. 
 
 Or, it may be the devil rules this world, 
 Now we have land and now it is a fog, 
 A little more and all will be befogged, 
 We seem as in the nightmare of a dream ; 
 Perhaps we only seem to be and are not. 
 Perhaps we are but maggots in the brain 
 Of this huge animal we call the globe — 
 I care not now if land be found or no: 
 Let its idolaters in darkness die. 
 
 By this you show your love is low, indeed, 
 
 For he who loves must still have many cares 
 
 Trying to shield that which he loves from ill. 
 
 To me you do not utter blasphemy, — 
 
 'Tis not tny Ruler that you rail against: 
 
 And if you are a maggot in a fog 
 
 Or in the nightmare of a horrid dream. 
 
 You are not answerable as a man. 
 
 Man is not capable of uttering 
 
 An insult to his maker; but he may 
 
 Be base enough to enter in a house 
 
 And say, — " Young man, your father is a fool ! 
 
 Your mother is a thief and ugly too ! " 
 
 Or into a community of men 
 
 And cry for gain, — " People, there is no God ! " 
 
 Unmannerly and vile iconoclast ! 
 
 That creed that wars upon another creed 
 
 Dear to the hearts and souls, their highest hope, 
 
 And with rude hand or cunning science breaks 
 
 And hurls its idols from their pedestals, 
 
 Is not the highest or the holiest faith. 
 
 The man that tramples on the cross of Christ 
 In presence of a Christian, is base; 
 
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 The man who sneers at Moses near a Jew, 
 Or calls Mahomet false before a Turk, 
 Or scorns the Hindoo as be eats bis rice, 
 Despising what is <learest to their thouglit 
 Has not yet felt this light within his beart, 
 That trnth is priceless to the hnnian mind, 
 Yea ! even if falsehood — if be think it true. 
 
 Show me thy faith is higher tiian my own 
 In conilnct of thy daily life with man, 
 Throngh thy heart's love for wliat yon feel as trne, 
 Not thy heart's bate for what seems false in me. 
 A higher symbol to the heathen show 
 Before you break bis paltry images 
 And send them to destruction in his sight. 
 
 AVho does* not see, who looks into the world. 
 In this regard all creeds are vulnerable? 
 " Sanctum sanctorum" trampled underfoot — 
 No earthquake following the horrid deed 
 To swallow, quick, the image-])reaker down. 
 
 There breathes no one on earth but loves the trut 
 Higher or lower as bis state requires, 
 The which be still must hold tenaciously 
 Until it i)ales beneath a greater light. 
 The ancient Persian worshipper of tire, 
 Who saw (rod in the sun and bowed his head. 
 Was DO idolater — be found in this 
 Flaming suggestion of that powder unknown 
 Which every human soul through symbol feels, — 
 Or else the race are all idolaters — 
 And then Me say idolatry is good. 
 
 PERSONIFICATION. 
 
 The dear relationship of man to God, 
 That precious thread that ))inds the soul t( 
 Invisible, unbreakable for ever — 
 Has never changed by any act of man : 
 
But the seen symbols, for exterior worsliip, 
 Change from the lowest forms, to that of ours. 
 The highest symbol is "The Son of Man." 
 
 He who is very wise and very good 
 Has a conception of the Diety 
 As high as he is true and good and wise. 
 Always we paint from onr experience, 
 And without that we never paint at all ; 
 Life is a series of experiments ; 
 The wise man making many, wiser grows, 
 The foolish making fewer fools remain. 
 A people who believe in one true God 
 Must be superior to those w^ho do not : 
 The man who has a low concept of man 
 Will also form an image base of Him 
 He looks into a mirror which is dark, 
 Distorted, dirty-colored, or opague : 
 'Tis writ that to His likeness God made man- 
 And each man also, to his own makes God. 
 He to his own imagination paints 
 His pandemonium and paradise. 
 His demon, angel, seraph, cherul)in, 
 With (colors furnished by this world of ours. - 
 The elements of every heaven are here 
 Selected in the vision of the saint 
 Or poets phantasy, and from this earth 
 Ts drawn the imagery of sin and death 
 Personified by snake and skeletim. 
 
 Philosophers and saints have said and say 
 "All sin is negative," — then Lucifer, 
 Mephisto, Satana, or what you will 
 Is only evil, sin, personified : 
 \ fancied no thing, empty emptini^ss, 
 Which if not clothed in human attributes — 
 The higher ones left out — the ndnd of man 
 Could never entertain the thought of it. 
 
 Pride, avarice and hate and cruelty, 
 Tlie poets to the changeful phantom give, 
 P>ut leave out all that is of love and truth 
 In oui- liuiuanitv — ])eloved of heaven. 
 
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 Yet if I thiuk that cluiiige, paiu and destruction 
 Are real evils, it is needfnl too 
 Thatl should think some wicked agent works, 
 And he must be apersori of some shape 
 That does me injury, — the pro{)hets then — 
 And surely for some need — personified. 
 Fierce and vindictive with the wrath of heaven, 
 Those forces that our dim eves cannot see ; 
 And thus the Nothing is a creature made 
 Somewhere and when — a grim necessity — 
 And takes its place within the human mind 
 An article of terror, hate and faith. 
 
 Eternal i>a?/Y/-Absolute "I am.'' 
 Incomprehensible and infinite, 
 But always personal to everyone 
 Who is a person, tho' he cannot grasj) 
 In his small speck of being what is boundless ; 
 He is all might to him who ever moved 
 He is all wise to him who ever thought 
 He is all love to him who ever loved. 
 
 LAND. 
 
 "Salve Regina " we once more shall sing 
 As evening closes o'er the tranquil sea; 
 Before another vesper hymn be sung 
 We all shall see the land we long to tread . 
 From the forecastle keep a lively watch! 
 For he who first discovers what we seek 
 Shall gain the pension and a doublet, too. 
 
 Among the men aud officers and all 
 A great and hopeful animation springs. 
 
 Fresh signs of land th:it leave no room for doubt, 
 A greenish fish that keeps about tlie rocks, 
 A branch of thorn, a i-taff", fresh- water weeds, 
 A reed, a piece of board and other things, 
 
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 Inspire new expectation and new life 
 In those who lately drooped toward despair. 
 The gloom and mutiny has changed to hope, 
 As when the darkness flees ])efore the dawn. 
 
 No sleep to-night, the dullest eye on board 
 Will scarcely close a moment; and for him, 
 The prescient spirit from his vessel's poo]) 
 Along the dusk horizon ranging keen, 
 His eyes and soul watch all and everything. 
 
 Lo! suddenly, he sees a glimmering light 
 
 Rising and sinking, as a lantern does 
 
 When carried by one walking in the street; 
 
 Or as the torch of a night fisherman 
 
 On Como Lake, or Gulf of Napoli, 
 
 Moves up and down as the wave swells or falls. 
 
 Pedro! Is that a light on the lee bow ? 
 Yes, 8enor! or some dream upon my eyes. 
 
 Rodrigo! Tell me if you see a light 
 Away off yonder, swinging up and down. 
 Get you up higher! No! I see no light. 
 Yes! There it is! And there, it is— not now! 
 
 On the same course the caravels sail on 
 Til morning— the swift Nigna always first; 
 A gun from her the joyful signal gives, 
 And certainly the land is found at last, 
 .Some two leagues distant, by the Admiral. 
 
 Midnight has passed and yet no eye has closed, 
 Nor will not ; all hearts are electrified 
 By the Commandant's confidence of soul. 
 
 The clock thit ticks on board his caravel 
 Has said—'' One^wo." What will to-morrow be 
 Friday. The day on which they Palos left, 
 .lust seventy days from dear Espana. 
 
 A flash is seen, a eanuDU shot is heard, — 
 Colombo drops upon his knees again 
 
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 And ttar8 of gratitude and 8])eechl('S8 joy 
 Stream down his weather-beaten cheeks and chin: 
 Yet with a strong voice, " Thee, O God, we ])raise!' 
 " Te Deum Landanius! Te Doniinuni 
 Confitemiir. Te yEternum Patreni 
 Omnis terra veneratur!" — flows; 
 With all his crew, transported into joy 
 From long, grim sadness — ^^joining in the hymn. 
 
 Meet homage, too, the men with grateful hearts 
 
 Pay to their grand Commander — long reviled: 
 
 Friends and relations all felicitate 
 
 Each other and prepare for festival. 
 
 Yet here we stay till morn, with sails unfurled. 
 
 And put the vessels three all in a state 
 
 In which they can defend themselves; for, w1h» 
 
 ( "an tell ? Ferocious savages may he 
 
 The beings who inhabit this new land. 
 
 Or, if they are of some angelic race, • 
 
 And neither killing nor conversion need. 
 
 They do not prize the gold and other goods, 
 
 Which most of us will love and long to have — 
 
 Perhaps these may convert us, or pervert,— 
 
 *' The love of money is the root of" 
 
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 Thro' the thin mists of dawn, a flowery land 
 Sends forth an unknown fragrance and the sun 
 Lights with his early beams the colored groves. 
 A level landscape 'fore their eyes appears, 
 A pleasant shore and from the leafy glades 
 Gleam the bright waters of a lovely lake. 
 And far away thick forests bound the view. 
 
 Clad in the costume of his dignities, 
 And scarlet mantle o'er his shoulders flung, 
 Down the ship's side into the boat below 
 Colombo slid, holding the royal flag. 
 Followed bv all his officers of staff. 
 
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 The captaiiiH of the Piiita and the Nigiia 
 Bearing the l)anner of the expedition 
 Each in his cutter steps, all fully armed, 
 And a detachment, also well equipped. 
 
 Fit to meet canibals, or anything. 
 
 HE TAKES POSSESSION. 
 
 Colombo, mute with gladness, springs ashore 
 The first, with the alacrity of youth, — 
 The hope of many years at last fulfilled. 
 
 O joy to have our feet once more on land ; 
 Bliss, past all utterance in any tongue I 
 
 Planting the standard of the Cross in earth, 
 
 With streaming eyes, three times he bows his head. 
 
 And prostrate, kisses thrice the happy soil; 
 
 The crowd around him his emotions share 
 
 And hold on high the ivory crucifix. 
 
 Then on his knees with visage to the sky, 
 
 The saintlike hero offers praise and tlmnks, — 
 
 " O Lord! Eternal and Almighty God! 
 
 Creator of the heavens and earth and sea. 
 
 Thy holy name be blessed and glorified 
 
 Throughout all space, above, below, around! 
 
 And may Thy majesty exalted be 
 
 Extolled, adored, who has permitted here. 
 
 To l)e made known in this part of the world 
 
 'Till now unknown, Thy ever sacred name 
 
 By me. Thy humble servant!" 
 
 Loi'd to Thee 
 J ofi'er the first fruits! Henceforth this place 
 Shall bear for aye Thy name, " San Salvador." 
 Drawing his sword— and all liis officers 
 Unsheathing theirs— formal possession takes,— 
 " In name of Jesus Christ, our sovereign Good, 
 I take possession of this i)art of earth 
 
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 And all it liol<ls made by the living God, 
 
 For Isabella's kingdom of Castile! 
 
 For Ferdinand's of Aragon — and Spain!" 
 
 O N'iceroy of the Indies! Alniirante 
 
 Of ocean seas! Our great good Captain, hail! 
 
 We bow in meek submission to thj' rule; 
 
 And lower still we bow our hearts to thee, 
 
 In shame and sorrow mingled with our joy, 
 
 In that we by our disobedience 
 
 And most unchristian murmuring and hate 
 
 Pained thy great soul and would have hindered thee. 
 
 But God o'erruled our ])lind stupidity. 
 
 Hail to the Great Discoverer! May he live 
 Honored and rich and happy upon earth 
 And in the Heavens be blest, for ever more! 
 
 THE INDIANS. 
 
 The natives of San Salvador, new found, 
 
 Saw monstrous creatures, with great wings outspread. 
 
 And watched in awe and wonder from the beacli; 
 
 I>ut when the l)oats prepared to come ashore. 
 
 All filled with beings clad in glittering steel 
 
 And many colored raimant, in affright 
 
 They fled into the woods and hid themselves. 
 
 But, peeping from the leafy coverture. 
 And seeing no one in pursuit of them. 
 They from their terror gradually recover 
 And timidly approach the Spaniards, while 
 They take possession of their lands and them. 
 With ceremonies strange and dazzling. 
 
 Nearer they come and gaze in admiration 
 On shining armor, splendid colored dresses, 
 Banners and swords. Colond)()'s scarlet cloak, 
 The deference paid to liim by all the crews 
 And his commanding stature, made them know 
 
He istlu' chief; nearer they draw to him 
 And toucii his beard, his armor and his skin^ 
 Admiring a complexion not like theirs. 
 
 The Admiral, with great benignity, 
 Pleased with simplicity and gentleness, 
 Suffered their child-like (Uiriosity ; 
 (rave them his hands to touch and loved them all. 
 
 And they believed that he and all with him, 
 
 Riding on creatures with great wings outspread, 
 Had from the sky descended on the sea. 
 Celestial beings, and yet human too. 
 
 They, also, are of our humanity; 
 With lofty foreheads — lovely wondering eyes, 
 A coppery complexion and straight hair; 
 Well-formed and beautiful and undisguised, 
 Except by paint upon tlieir tawny skins. 
 
 They have no beards and so the men look mild 
 With their smooth chins, as if they all were young. 
 
 Wiuitsort of speech is theirs? Perhaps they know 
 Nothing but signs — Luis de Torres! here, 
 < )ur Spanish or Italian is no use, 
 They do not understand a word we say; 
 Wert thou a prophet, with so many tongues, 
 Armenian, Latin, (•0})tic, Greek, Arabi(;— 
 Thou mightest foretell the future of this world. 
 
 One sign, they nothing know of Adam's sin, 
 For there is Eva, naked, not ashamed. 
 
 We start in innocence and ignorance 
 And reach thro' knowledge by ex])erience gained 
 To a far better state of innocence. 
 
 You need not smile — that fable of " The Fall " 
 Has been of use, is now, and yet shall be, 
 Tlio' you and I nor any of us may 
 Have reached the heights of virtuous innocence. 
 
 I am no i)rophet, nor no prophet's son; 
 I am a .lew. The i)romised land was given 
 To us forever. Did it mean for ever? 
 We took it, as all lauds on earth are won. 
 
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 By ovt'r])()wering the inJiiihitiints, 
 Thinking ()urselv<3S the doers of God's will: 
 The powerful Roman did the same for us, 
 As we to Canaan long before had done. 
 
 Life is aggressive, and the more of life 
 And force of mind, the more aggressive still. 
 
 I am a Christian too. — 1 think the meek, 
 Who have not yet appeared in numbers large, 
 ( At least in Spain, from which the Israelites 
 Flee, or are banished from both friends and home) 
 Shall yet inherit all the blessed earth. 
 According to the promise of the Lord, 
 Who will be with the just while time shall be. 
 
 But Christians also have a sword or two. 
 And this new India may be for them : 
 And after them, or wdth them, many creeds 
 And many peoj)le8 may i)0ssess this land ; 
 And mingle all the jarring Faiths of earth, 
 The Pag'in, Hebrew , Christian, Islamism — 
 And mingle them in love to jar no more. 
 
 The slimy pebbles of the rivulet 
 By rushing freshets are made clean and bright ; 
 So, by the spirit, thro' adversity. 
 The soul of man becomes a polished gem. — 
 The race in time may thus be perfected. 
 In God's good day the crowning gift will ))e, 
 To every mortal fitted to receive, 
 A living Faith, enclosing all the good 
 Of every creed that ever yet has swayed 
 The human mind in any age on earth 
 To choose a right and shun an evil way ; 
 The which will come in peace and stay in joy, 
 Nor break old idols from their pedestals. 
 In greed and irony and hate and pride, 
 For so much gold or notoriety : 
 Nor hurl time honored symbols of the gods 
 While one pale worshipper remains to kneel . 
 But let the one pure loving light of Truth — 
 As ice is melted gently by the sun — 
 Dissolve their lifeless substance into dust. 
 
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 1 am a jew, a cjiristian, — perhaps more. 
 Surely our Lord was sent in love to us 
 To jjfive a personality divine 
 And human hotli, enahling man to pray 
 To God, whom mortal mind can never .urasp 
 Within its tiny circlet on this earth, 
 Save as a head of rain may clasp the sun : 
 Through Christ's humanity we come to Go<l : 
 Myriads have come to Him thro' other forms 
 Less i)erfect and less perfectly have come. 
 
 Symhols may change thro' which man's ])rayer8 are sent, 
 (lod is unchangable reality. 
 
 Tntil a higher symbol shall l)e sent 
 (And this is plain to everyone who thinks — 
 Philosophy cannot Keligion be, 
 Nor Art be more than handmaid unto Faith.) 
 We must hold fast to Christ and to the Church. 
 
 'Twas (»f necessity — wc know not why — 
 
 That man should be in error and believe 
 
 That he had sinned and had to suflfer death; 
 
 'Twas of necessity, we know not why, 
 
 Yet sure 'twas strong necessity of love, 
 
 That Christ should feel himself the Son of (lOd, 
 
 Devoted from eternity to suffer 
 
 For mankind's good upon the Roman cross,— 
 
 And of necessity the Holy Church 
 
 Must hold and teacli the selfsame doctrine now. 
 
 But think not here, I shall condemn the Jews 
 For holding to their faith as many do, 
 Or else the Christians were con<lemned likewise. 
 The law of Moses was the law of God: 
 In this, received in cloud and thunderstorm, 
 For blasphemy the punishment was death. 
 
 Tlie priests were the custodians of the law. 
 They sat in :Moses' seat and Christ himself 
 Said that the people should obey the priests: 
 The people clamored for the Saviour's death 
 And the chief priest his outer garment rent 
 
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 On bearing this—'' I am the Son of God, 
 The Father; Hkewise, equal unto Him." 
 
 God willed, the God man willed, the law divine, 
 All willed that Christ must die,— the governor, 
 The secular arm just then of the true church- 
 Received from God the power to execute 
 The law— tlie will Divine. 
 
 The instrument. 
 He who betrayed his Master, killed liimself ; 
 Yet by his act he did the will of God. 
 How can we then condemn and hate His race 
 When He The Lord cries out in agony,— 
 " Father! forgive! they know not what they do!" 
 
 Who can ])redict ? Perhaps in some high state, 
 
 Bosom of Abraham, or paradise, 
 
 Perhaps on terra firma where we stand, 
 
 " San Salvador " liy the great captain named, 
 
 In God's good providence there yet may be 
 
 A time when war and wrong shall be no more; 
 
 When human beings shall no more colide 
 
 Destructively like vessels in the dark; 
 
 Or maim or mutilate, change or destroy 
 
 That form sublime and beautiful, the crown 
 
 Of all the visible creation here— 
 
 As on the dark or twilight continents 
 
 Some do in holy fear, unholy hate, 
 
 Or maniac longing for some other life,— 
 
 When present love shall rule, not jarring creeds; 
 
 A higher, wider, deeper, holier faith, 
 
 With radiant light of truth on all.that is 
 
 And steadfast hope in all that is to be; 
 
 As universal and as suitable 
 
 As heaven's balmy air to breathing man, 
 
 As woman's lovely breast to sucking babe— 
 
 And sin and death personified no more. 
 
 But hark ! our great Discoverer gives command 
 And we, obedient to his genius, all 
 Attend with the alacrity of love. 
 

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