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''There is a City, builded by no hand, 
 And unapproachable by sea or shore, 
 And unassailable by any band 
 Of storming soldiery for evermore." 
 Thomas William Parsons. 
 
Vesper adest, juvenes, consurgite ; vesper Olyiiipo 
 Expectata diu vix tandem lumina tollit. 
 
 Catullus. 
 
 THEY WERE SINGING IN THE TWILIGHT, UNDER 
 THE DEEPENING SHADOWS AND THE ADVANCING 
 STARS. IT WAS THE CHORAL OF FELLOWSHIP AND 
 BINDING MEMORY. THEY SANG THE AROMATIC 
 ROMANCE OF FRIENDLY YOUTH AND ITS SHIMMERING 
 DREAMS, OF MAY THE SWEET NAUSICAA, OF THE 
 RUSTLING OCTOBER AND THE TINGLING WINTER. A 
 THRILL AND SPELL WAS IN THE SONG, TOUCHING 
 ITS ROBUST JOY WITH TENDER HARMONICS. HERE 
 OTHERS HAD SUNG AND GONE. THESE TOO WOULD 
 GO AND OTHERS COME. BUT FOR THIS HAPPY WHILE 
 ALL WAS THEIRS ONLY,— THE GREAT TREES, THE 
 SERIOUS WALLS, THE UNFATHOMABLE SKY,— THERE 
 IN THE EVENING OF A COLLEGE DAY. 
 
THE DAY 
 
 THE clock has struck I 'T is yesterday's to-morrow. 
 At last America can lift her head, 
 Standing erect ; nor longer will she sorrow 
 In craven doubt. Her blood is proven red. 
 
 On the four winds her brilliant flag is gleaming. 
 For human right and one democracy 
 Of freedom she is sworn, no longer dreaming 
 In the wild wake of hellish tyranny. 
 
 The clock has struck ! The death-smeared double vulture 
 Shall swoop no more. Adown the insulted skies, 
 To spill that venomous bacterial kultur, 
 Undaunted sweep the white wings of the Allies. 
 
 God for us all ! No peace will we with Satan. 
 His querulous, false, apologies no more 
 Shall baffle faith's good fight. Let courage greaten 
 And history nail the snake skin to her door. 
 
 The clock has struck ! The livid doom of reckoning 
 For frightful ravages at last draws near. 
 Up, for the cause of Man ! Bright stars are beckoning. 
 Duty speaks sternly. Fling down every fear I 
 
 Above are holy angel legions cheering. 
 If ever truth bade manhood to the brunt. 
 It summons now. No longer hard of hearing. 
 We push our Old tricolor to the front. 
 
 April, 1917. 
 
FORWARD! 
 
 BREAK out the Flag ! That diadem of stars, 
 In radiance crowning all those white and scarlet bars, 
 Shall light the front in Mankind's holy wars ; 
 Break out the Flag! 
 
 Beat, thrilling drums ! Ye freemen, for the Lord 
 Of human right, March ! as ye strip the peoples' sword ; 
 In Time's great battle Heaven be your ward I 
 Beat, thrilling drums ! 
 
 Down with the wrong ! The nations catch their breath ; 
 The robbed and ravished moan; the seas run red with death; 
 Let God be God, by fire who answereth ! 
 Down with the wrong! 
 
 God for us all ! While Liberty's Allies 
 In Him confide Who doth our righteous cause baptize. 
 He guards the event. His winds shall cleanse the skies. 
 God for us all! 
 
 1917. 
 
 THE FLAG 
 
 GUIDON of world-wide liberty, 
 Streamers of sunrise answer thee. 
 Ruby and pearl and sapphire set,— 
 These are thy flashing coronet. 
 
 Forty-eight now and never a star 
 Ever knew emperor, king or czar. 
 Bands of Orion shall not be rent, 
 Nor the clustered gems from thy firmament. 
 
 Daybreak talisman, shimmering far, 
 Promise and hope thy beauties are. 
 God, that galaxy firmly bind. 
 Blazoning dawn for all mankind ! 
 
 1917. 
 
WAR CHIMES 
 
 THE Bell is ringing' again, — 
 The Liberty Bell! 
 Tears of mothers and vows of men 
 Answer it well. 
 
 In the colony days of the Declaration, 
 The infant cry of a nation 
 Rang out by the Delaware, 
 Filling that stormy air 
 With its prophet tone. 
 Now the people have come to their own. 
 Seven score years and more, 
 Again the appeal to war, 
 Widened from sea to sea, 
 Calls from the towers of Time, 
 Rolling supreme, sublime, 
 By mountain, prairie and river, 
 Bidding America quiver 
 With holy wrath and prayer. 
 She strips the bayonet bare 
 For the cause of Man, to free 
 Her soul from apostasy. 
 Hear jq the old, proud, note. 
 Men of America ! Vote, 
 With iron and gold and life, 
 Your all to the noble strife. 
 Let the Bell tell the knell 
 Of the deeds of Hell! 
 Let it proclaim the Name 
 Of the only Prince, Who shall tame 
 The noisome beast, 
 Who shall feast 
 
 The starving heart of the world. 
 Who shall bring a dawn impearled 
 With a peace to last, to fulfil 
 His ineluctable will. 
 We have signed the great decree ; 
 God, so let it be! l^l- 
 
SOLDIERS' CHORUS 
 (to Weber's part song) 
 
 FLOAT on, thou sign of morning ! 
 For every foeman's warning, 
 Thy starry rosary 
 One prayer of liberty. Hurrah ! 
 
 Let every true defender 
 Salute thy beaming splendor ; 
 Forthright the fathers' God 
 Handleth His staff and rod. Hurrah ! 
 
 Aurora Borealis ! 
 No hand shall do thee malice, 
 Pouring thy storm of light 
 Over the waves of night. Hurrah I 
 
 Uplift, ye shining portals ! 
 The Crown Prince of the Immortals 
 Wide hath thy rays unfurled, 
 Coming to judge the world. Hurrah ! 
 
 We bare our brows to meet Him, 
 Our hearts beat high to greet Him, 
 Home from the deadly wars 
 Folio whig the Stripes and Stars. Hurrah ! 
 
 191< 
 
 SPEAK UP! 
 
 OUT with it, man ! if thou hast aught to say. 
 No tongue-tied, whimpering apology. 
 Keep back not one word. Beg no leave to be. 
 Send thy shaft home, whatever cavil may, 
 
Tho insolence would smite thee on the mouth, 
 Fear not that whited wall ; for such as he 
 Is not thy fit judge. Let them disagree 
 Who hail mirages in this desert drouth. 
 
 None testifies in vain who tells the truth. 
 The flatterer might fawn upon thy ^ tact ' : 
 But stern conviction, by good courage backed, 
 Must front the austere fraud, the lie uncouth. 
 
 Mordant, thine accent will thy faith fix fast, 
 Tho passion flouts thy timely witnessing. 
 While time-servants coarse contradictions fling, 
 Dai'e the event ; thy patience will laugh last. 
 
 1917. 
 
 LATE AUTUMN 
 
 SUNSHINE saddens into earlier twilight. 
 Afternoons are drab and melancholy. 
 Abject hours crouch lower toward the solstice. 
 'Tis the dusk of the November summer. 
 Flood-tide months are gone. The days are shrinking, 
 All the gothic pomp of forest pathways 
 Fluttered to the syncope of Winter. 
 In the misty splendors of the moonlight, 
 While the night is brooding of to-morrow, 
 Echoing noons all swooning into silence, 
 Memory tones her intricate sonata. 
 Drawing closer with the evanescent 
 Reminiscence of a year departed. 
 Weird and wistfully the vox bumana, 
 Half a threnody and half a summons, 
 Half penumbral, half auroral, pleadeth 
 Faint, in shadowy chromatic minors,— 
 Pleads an answer to life's wondering query 
 And its irrecoverable music. 
 
 1917. 
 
AUBURN SEMINARY CENTENNIAL 
 
 THIS prophets' school, in love and hope 
 They builded here in long-gone days, 
 Who gave their best with steadfast gaze 
 Beyond their time, held dear the scope 
 Of all their Lord would prove to be 
 For that untrodden cfitofiiry. 
 
 God ! Let their mantles fall on us ; 
 That, tho we prophesy in part, 
 Thy word may fill each yielded heart 
 And we bear on their burden thus ; 
 Our courage still their faith prolong, 
 With widening thought and deepening song. 
 
 So covenanted men thy war. 
 Thro things not seen as yet, shall dare, 
 Close round that vital cross, to bare 
 The Spirit's sword, to storm the door 
 For Him Who avenues the day 
 And shall be man's one King for aye. 
 
 Our banners in Thy name we lift, 
 Thou First and Last and Living One ! 
 Thy reconciling will be done ; 
 For bloodshot ages wait Thy gift. 
 Swear us all in, high-heartedly 
 To march, Jesus Christ, for Thee ! 
 
 iyi7. 
 
 INTROIT 
 
 O Conquering Galilean ! 
 Of longing hearts the King, 
 One universal pean 
 And prayer Thy people bring. 
 Thy royal cross outbeameth 
 Above the broken swords. 
 Upon Thy vesture gleameth 
 That signet— Lord of Lords ! 
 
Time's twilight long awaits Thee, 
 Incarnate Word of God ! 
 All now that mocks and hates Thee 
 Shall break beneath Thy rod. 
 The angel hosts assembling 
 From all the outmost stars, 
 The walls of jasper trembling,— 
 The King comes from His wars ! 
 
 In triumph glad and solemn, 
 Battalions of the light, 
 Close up your serried column. 
 Acclaim His holy right. 
 Throw wide those jewelled portals, 
 Uplift each beauteous door ; 
 The Kingdom of the immortals 
 Is His forevermore. 
 
 WAYFARING 
 
 1917. 
 
 WE are pilgriming home to the city of light. 
 To the shadowless land of the King, 
 While the clear morning planets lead out of the night 
 And the dawn intransmutable bring. 
 
 As the children of day, we advance on our way, 
 
 By His comforting staff and His rod ; 
 
 Neath His resolute hand we shall find that good land,— 
 
 The beautiful city of God I 
 
 Thro the rifts in the mists, where that luminous crest 
 Lifts its walls, we behold, as we tread. 
 How the faithful and brave enter into that rest, 
 Where shall fail not one word He hath said. 
 As the childen of day— 
 
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 Satisfied in His likeness, Amen and Amen 
 Sing the rapturous throngs by His throne : 
 Yet not half hath been told us of what shall be then, 
 When He fetcheth where all shall be kno\\Ti. 
 As the children of day— 
 
 1917. 
 
 THOU I 
 
 THOU Stone the builders set at naught, 
 Thou Rock they did despise, 
 Now art the base whence all is wrought 
 That lifteth toward the skies. 
 
 Than Thine there is none other name, 
 Thou Son of Man supreme, 
 Who from Thy depths of mercy came, 
 This sad Earth to redeem. 
 
 Our age is haggard, old the night 
 Of wrong and desperate fear ; 
 Stretch forth Thy hand. The black gates smite. 
 With light of life draw near. 
 
 Let holy might make all things new, 
 That dark prince down be hurled. 
 Thy deathless Spirit, bursting thro, 
 Transform this curdled world ! 
 
 We close our ranks who will Thy will. 
 To dare whatever task ; 
 Thy word we challenge to fulfil 
 What in Thy name we ask. 
 
 1918. 
 
 EYES FRONT! 
 
 EENLY the bugles wind 
 
 Their summons to mankind. 
 Up to the breach ! Set firm each breast 
 To carry God's behest. 
 
Lot the sharp lightnino^s scar 
 The face of envious war; 
 The onfall of the hosts of right 
 Shall baulk the hordes of night. 
 
 Up I Now the day is come 
 To crowd the answer home. 
 For Gody for Man, our challenge cry ; 
 So must we do or die. 
 
 Christ wears no withering crown. 
 His cause shall not go down. 
 His truemens' shout in victory blent 
 Shall shake the firmament. 
 
 His vesture and His thigh 
 Declare the Lord Most High. 
 His sword and rod the beast shall bend. 
 His peace shall have no end. 
 
 MUSTERED OUT 
 
 WE have fought the faithful tight, 
 We have plunged our swords in light ; 
 Now from Earthly warfare free, 
 Bring our dented shields to Thee. 
 
 Thou didst captain that hard way 
 To these glorious gates of day. 
 Love, Thy banner, lead us thro, 
 Teaching us to will and do. 
 
 So with everlasting joy. 
 Peace that nothing can destroy, 
 All Thy wisdom we ador6. 
 H ALL ELU J Au, evermore! 
 
 1918. 
 
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 "SAUL! SAUL!'' 
 
 ON that Damascus way, 
 A lane of blinding light 
 Arrested him who went that day, 
 Thy saints to smite. 
 
 Those men at arms beheld, 
 Altho no voice they heard ; 
 They saw their furious leader felled 
 Prone at Thy word. 
 
 His answer that word met, — 
 " What wilt Thou have me do ? '' 
 So was he, ever in Thy debt, 
 Thy vassal true. 
 
 Thy thought is not our thought ; 
 As one born out of time, 
 Thus was the persecutor caught 
 By grace sublime. 
 
 Let that allegiance sealed 
 Mend our pale reckoning ; 
 For thus shall many a foe yet yield 
 To Christ his King! 
 
 1918. 
 
 A CHILD'S BAPTISM 
 
 AS Simeon in his arms received 
 That Child of Promise, we. 
 Who have not seen yet have believed. 
 Accept our charge from Thee. 
 
 Our hands do also hold Thy gifts, 
 A treasury unpriced ; 
 Take Thou what love to Love uplifts ; 
 We kiss their souls to Christ ! 
 
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 Purge them indeed, Thou Stream of Grace ; 
 One lifelong melod}" 
 Make everj^ heart,— a holy vase 
 Of purest fragrancy. 
 
 When they are old and we are gone, 
 Undisinherited 
 
 May they those heights scale, one by one, 
 Where Thy fair land is spread. 
 
 Thou, Flowing Love, art that release 
 Whereof the ages heard ; 
 Now let Thy servants go in peace, 
 According to Thy word. 
 
 1918. 
 
 EUCHARIST 
 
 O STRENGTH unwearied, Grace unspent, 
 Love, nothing can repeal ! 
 By Thy last will and testament, 
 Here at Thy feet we kneel. 
 
 Thy real presence we would know, 
 Would feel Thy holy breath ; 
 Let mystic light this feast o'erflow, 
 As we show forth Thy death ! 
 
 Thine open secret we believe. 
 In this fond legacy 
 We would Thy ver^^ self receive 
 And thus commune with Thee. 
 
 Long time hath been since that Goodbye, 
 That night so lone and black : 
 But Thy dear Day star climbs the sky 
 Whence Thou art coming back. 
 
 1918. 
 
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 SCIT; POTEST; VULT 
 
 LORD, my quivering need is such, 
 Here Thy garment's hem I clutch J 
 In my great infirmity 
 Where can I cling but to Thee ? 
 
 Holy One of God Thou art; 
 Open wide to me Thy heart. 
 In me all Thy mercy prove, 
 Drown me in the depths of love I 
 
 1918. 
 
 THE ONLY ONE 
 
 MY soul Thy candle, Lord, 
 Uninterruptedly, 
 Yet unconsumed and toward, 
 Filial it flames for Thee. 
 Light all my being, so to prove 
 Thme inextinguishable love ! 
 
 Impassioned life is Thine 
 And all-abounding wealth ; 
 Thus are these pains benign 
 That stay my hope of health 
 On thee alone. Let love's demand 
 Extend Thy scarred and scepti^d hand. 
 
 Thou holy parable 
 Of immortality. 
 Love is that miracle 
 Which most revealeth Thee ! 
 Time is that ever-burning bush 
 Before whose blaze our spirits hush. 
 
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 Outconquering our fear, 
 Already is begun 
 That dawn-rose shining clear ; 
 Here, — there, — life is but one. 
 When reason's wing no further soars, 
 Then faith prevails and love adores. 
 
 Oh ! pity poor mankind, 
 Abate this vast distress, 
 The snares of sin unwind. 
 Establish righteousness. 
 Let royal lilies strew Thy way, 
 O King of Beauty ! Speed Thy sway I 
 
 1918. 
 
 THE MECHANIC 
 
 SHARING once Man's humblest part. 
 Living by Thy labor, 
 Close to God with mind and heart, 
 Gentle to Thy neighbor ; 
 Now may that communion bind us, 
 In those ways of service find us, 
 Let a holy, human breath 
 Still flow forth from Nazareth. 
 
 Thou for all who toil dost care. 
 All the poor and weary. 
 Bidding all true workmen share 
 Thine own rest, nor query 
 At the task which sorely frets them ; 
 There is One Who ne'er forgets them. 
 They shall know life's great release, 
 As they learn Thy perfect peace. 
 
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 Thus ennobling honest work, 
 That supreme example 
 Shames the tyrant or the shirk 
 Who Th}^ precept trample. 
 All the wistful-hearted blessing, 
 Every bitter wrong redressing. 
 Wield Thy tools, till all is wrought 
 Once that there Thy patience taught. 
 
 1918. 
 
 IMMORTALITY 
 
 WE sow not now what is to be. 
 The precious grain we hide : 
 But angels, fain to look, forsee 
 Sheaves of the glorified. 
 
 This dust to dust : but soul to soul 
 These spirits fly to Him, 
 Where, every whit forever whole, 
 No night their joy can dim. 
 
 In midst of death we are in life ! 
 One Lord hath all well done. 
 Bright shafts of grace with hope are rife, 
 These shadows prove the Sun. 
 
 Oh, undefiled inheritance ! 
 Oh, fair, enchanted ground ! 
 There, folded home thro God's defence, 
 May we and ours be found. 
 
 Tho tried by fiery pains, we know 
 God's love will bring us thro ; 
 So spirit shall to spirit show 
 All that Christ's heart foreknew. 
 
 1918. 
 
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 LIGHT IN DARKNESS 
 
 THY call doth bid the laborer cease, 
 Him summoning to Thine own peace ; 
 Thine angels guide his homeward way, 
 Thro aisles of unbeclouded day. 
 
 Oh, blest are they in Thee who die; 
 Thy likeness them shall satisfy, 
 Awake, renewed, disprisoned, free, 
 Thine own to all eternity. 
 
 Thme age-long pity still hath showed 
 Thyself Thy people's sure abode ; 
 All their afflictions Thou hast shared, 
 For all the broken-hearted cared. 
 
 Who once these human sorrows bore, 
 We trust Thy love forevermore. 
 We kiss our Shepherd's guiding rod 
 And lay our treasures up in God. 
 
 1918. 
 
 THE WORD MADE FLESH 
 (Based upon Isaac Watts, 1709.) 
 
 DEAREST of all the names above, 
 Almighty in Thy death, 
 Who can resist Thy holy love, 
 Thine interceding breath ? 
 
 We hold the Incarnate Mystery 
 And there we fix our trust ; 
 Immanuel alone can be 
 Our uplift from the dust. 
 
 God Manifest, to slay our fears 
 The lash and thorn He bore ; 
 Our tremulous and sunlit tears 
 Confess Him and adore I 
 
 1918. 
 
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 A NATION^S SONG 
 
 A WONDROUS music swelling. 
 One high-set hope is telling^ 
 Our thankful hearts compelling^ 
 Great songs of faith to yield. 
 Our lot His bounty deeded, 
 Our cause His power hath pleaded, 
 Our prayer His ear hath heeded, 
 Who is our Strengt.h and Shield, 
 
 Those bannered stars outstreaming, 
 In fairest sunlight gleaming, 
 Proclaim the end of dreaming ; 
 It is the prime of day ! 
 The shreds of storm are breaking, 
 Our land beloved is waking, 
 Thro lustrous rainbows takings 
 Right on, her joyful way. 
 
 Rock, all ye belfries I Thunder, 
 Thou people's voice ! In wonder 
 Behold that grace, whereunder 
 Ye trample every lie ! 
 Whatever task betide us. 
 No wrong shall override us. 
 If Thon draw near to guide us, 
 Lord our God Most High I 
 
 1918. 
 
 SAMUEL 
 
 (Rewritten from James Drummond Burns, 1856.) 
 
 HUSHED was the evening temple hymn, 
 The sacred lamp was burning dim, 
 W^hen thro that silence of the shrine 
 Came to the boy a voice divine. 
 
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 The aged priest of Israel slept : 
 
 But watch the little Levite kept j 
 
 And what from Eli's sense was sealed j 
 
 The Lord to Hannah's son revealed. ) 
 
 Oh, give me Samuel's listening ear, ' 
 
 Each whisper of Thy word to hear, i 
 A heart, by day or night that still 
 
 Answers the breathing of Thy will. j 
 
 It yet is Shiloh for that child, 
 * Heard of God ', namesake unbeguiled, ^ 
 
 Who now no open vision needs : , 
 
 But saith — •' Speak, Lord ; Thy servant heeds. ' j 
 
 1918. 
 
 TEMPLE GATE j 
 
 A CRIPPLE was laid, day by day, j 
 
 For charity's sake, where men pray, 
 An alms all his plea. He could wait 
 For the pity of God at the gate,— j 
 
 The ^ Beautiful Gate ' of the temple. 
 
 Two apostles, that ninth hour, came by, j 
 
 Beholding him, hearing his cry ; \ 
 
 He heeded with eager surprise, i 
 
 As they bade him—" In Christ's name, arise !" ! 
 
 Oh, Beautiful Gate of the temple ! 
 
 By their hands raised, he leaped up, began i 
 
 With strong bones to walk ; then he ran ; j 
 
 Amazing and praising, he trod 
 With them to the altars of God, 
 
 Thro the Beautiful Gat« of the temple. '• 
 
 1918. ; 
 
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 RESTORATION 
 **An only day, known to Jehovah," 
 (Rewritten from Isaac Watts, 1719.) 
 
 LET Zion*8 children all arise, 
 No bold thanksgiving lack ; 
 Her own Messiah hears her cries 
 And leads His wanderers back. 
 
 He gathers all those scattered sheep 
 To His redeeming fold. 
 Once Him they smote : but he will keep 
 That covenant of old. 
 
 Her dust and ruin in His sight 
 Are dear. He heeds her dole. 
 Her beauty will His love delight, 
 Rebuilded heart and soul. 
 
 For He Jerusalem will raise. 
 On Olivet His feet 
 
 Shall stand again. That day of days 
 His cycle shall complete. 
 
 The tribes of men in Thee reborn, 
 As ancient prophets tell, 
 Shall hail Thy new and wondrous morn, 
 Great Son of Israel ! 
 
 Such reclamation from the dead 
 All ages shall record ; 
 Well hath He done what erst He said, 
 Our overruling Lord I 
 
 1918. 
 
 WHITHER ? 
 
 CAN we go away from Thee? 
 Lord, to whom then shall we go? 
 By Thy words, undoubtingly, 
 Everlasting life we know. 
 
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 Holy One of God Thou art ; 
 Who hath seen Thee hath seen Him. 
 Satisfying all the heart, 
 Thou art Light shall never dim. 
 
 Thou indeed hast made us free. 
 Thy truth is our perfect rest, 
 As the fountain finds the sea, 
 As the babe his mother's breast. 
 
 Once in deep bewilderment 
 We were lost : but now are found. 
 What Thy pity underwent 
 Highest notes of Heaven shall sound. 
 
 These few steps and Time is done ; 
 Then Thy mystery of light. 
 Thy good promise failing none, 
 We, redeemed, shall praise aright. 
 
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 THE FORM OF THE FOURTH 
 
 WALK with us in the fire. Thou Son of God! 
 Nothing shall touch our life, if Thou art there. 
 Red Sea and Jordan shall be safely trod, 
 If Thou dost lead us in Thy plighted care. 
 
 By pain and peril we can not be bent ; 
 The seal of Thy great covenant holdeth true. 
 By all a suffering Saviour underwent, 
 His two firm hands will bring us safely thro. 
 
 Forsake us not ! Alone, yet not alone, 
 We follow stumblingly, yet still go on. 
 Our hearts Thine all-surpassing mercy own, 
 Wherethro the final triumph shall be won. 
 
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 UNITY OF THE SPIRIT 
 
 WE would be, Lord, companions still 
 Of all those faithful souls who wrought 
 In ages past Thy holy will, 
 Now to the open vision brought. 
 
 With that innumerable host, 
 Once parted far in time and place, 
 Unite our hearts to love Thee most, 
 With them to share Thy boundless grace. 
 
 They spake their word, they did their deed, 
 Cheerful and bold they met their task, 
 They wrote in living terms their creed 
 Of service ;— this be ours, we ask ! 
 
 Gi'eat names a few our lips can tell : 
 But in Thy book of life are all 
 Who had Thy peace and loved Thee well, 
 Who kept the faith and leaped the wall ! 
 
 Unworthy are we of that roll : 
 But tho the spirit sobs and faints, 
 Grant us also to touch the goal 
 In that communion of Thy saints. 
 
 SUPPLICATION 
 
 THERE shall no man see Me and live";— 
 So once of old : but now made nigh, 
 To know aright all Thou dost give, 
 There shall no man see Thee and die ! 
 
 Oh, snatch away the veils that hide, 
 Author and Finisher of faith ! 
 Bid us behold Thy hands and side, 
 Be not to us a fearsome wraith. 
 
 1918. 
 
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 Extend Thy sceptre, as we dare 
 Thine inner court, our fate to face ; 
 Turn Thou not back our heart-torn prayer, 
 Grant Thine immeasurable grace I 
 
 Thou knowest all those wayward years ; 
 Thyself for us must intercede I 
 We wash Thy feet with flowing tears 
 And beg Thy power to meet our need. 
 
 We would indeed drink of Thy cup 
 And be baptized with Thee in pain, 
 So somewhere at Thy right to sup,— ^ 
 Tho lowliest, least,— TFJt;A Thee again ! 
 
 Already that companionship 
 Bestow, our every wish command, 
 That never from Thy grace we slip, 
 Safe in the hollow of Thy hand. 
 
 1918. 
 
 IT IS HE 
 
 THOU art God's last word to men, 
 Then and now and aye the same. 
 Thou art coming back again, 
 Gathering all who own Thy name. 
 
 Thou Incarnate One, we trace 
 All the Godhead radiantly 
 Shining in Thy holy face, 
 Manifested Mystery. 
 
 Law and love enclasp Thy life. 
 Thou Anointed Advocate I 
 By Thy long vicarious strife, 
 Conqueror I for Thee we wait. 
 
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 "DOTH GOD KNOW'7 
 
 ENCOMPASSED by distress, 
 While Thou dost hide Thy light, 
 We wait and wonder: nonetheless 
 We trust Thy perfect sight. 
 
 What clouds obscure Thy throne, 
 What reasons unrevealed, 
 What issues hid, (while peoples groan) 
 Are from our hearts concealed I 
 
 Wistful and longingly 
 We seek Thy holy will, 
 The Mystery of Iniquity 
 Still working every ill. 
 
 Thou dost not men compel. 
 Else faith were incomplete ; 
 Time's mutiny digs its own hell, 
 In fatal self-defeat. 
 
 Thou dost not interfere, 
 But patient bide the offense ; 
 That law of liberty doth sear 
 All disobedience. 
 
 By freedom, not by force, 
 Doth Thy true kingdom come ; 
 The icebergs melting m their course. 
 All folly shall go dumb I 
 
 Sin smites our thought with awe, 
 Plungmg to outer night! 
 Love only can fulfill Thy law 
 And unconstraining right. 
 
 Time's woful refugee. 
 In piteous estate 
 
 I fling my storm-tossed mind on Thee 
 And Thy revealing wait. 
 
 1918. 
 
CRUX CRESCENS 
 
 TIBERIUS was emperor, 
 That day when noon went dark and sent 
 Even to Pilate^s men at war 
 Bewilderment. 
 
 That Roman cohort felt the shock 
 Go shuddering thro the solid ground 
 And on Golgotha's shivering rock 
 Knew fear profound. 
 
 Those legionaries there displayed 
 What seemed a final world-power then, — 
 'Gainst God and man that whole arrayed 
 Imperial den. 
 
 But where are now those Cesars gone ? 
 Their brazen eagles whither flown ? 
 While still the Cross moves sternly on, 
 A flaming throne 1 
 
 Was writ there,— he who ran might read 
 And heed the pending reckoning. 
 That mortal might to shreds decreed,— 
 "This is the King!" 
 
 By that dire Cross, this King shall reign, 
 While brutal pomp and force decay 1 
 That Victim crowned and Victor slain 
 Shall His world sway. 
 
 Time shall discern that cruel lust 
 And bitter greed of power must fall, 
 That God alone is great and just 
 And all in all I 
 
 X918. 
 
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 THE OCTOPUS 
 
 THE year was nineteen hundred and fourteen, 
 When the wild storm burst on mankind in flame 
 And thunder peals, when back there came 
 The answer of humanity, between 
 The gusts of war, that vaunting will to tame 
 Which fain would fright the world with ruflfian mien. 
 
 Across the Belgian plains the fiery tide 
 Poured on, in boisterous and braggart might 
 To wreak wild woe on all who stood to fight 
 Its sinister decrees of fratricide. 
 That brave land withered in the vandal blight 
 Which every pledge with shock of arms denied. 
 
 Brutal the ravage, plunder, lust and hate, 
 Torch, mockery, smeared sword, that held their way 
 In savage pomp ! So that malignant sway 
 Wrought wreck and slaveiy, with wild fiends did mate 
 To fill the Flemish graves and all the grey 
 And envied civic beauty devastate. 
 
 The aged grandsire, mother, prattling child, 
 Had the shaip thrust of steel. The home, the shrine, 
 Abominably polluted, while the swine, 
 In grunting droves, with snout and tusk defiled 
 The fields where plenty was. The filthy Rhine 
 Fed one inhuman stench. God was reviled I 
 
 Then Britain, like a giant roused from sleep. 
 Woke to withstand. She thrilled her rallying calls 
 To all her breed along the world's four walls,— 
 "^ moi mes enfants! Now the old faith keep ! 
 God for Saint George ! Flock home I Tho the sky falls, 
 Confront this forsworn wrong I" Deep answered deep;— 
 
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 The Indian Ocean and Pacific heard. j 
 
 The Austral folk and Africa replied. I 
 
 They threw themselves up to the mother's side, 
 Responding to her summons, word for word. 
 All to the touch ! That English soul, defied, 
 Was not found wantmg when the Lion purred ! 
 
 They flung their best, to hold the gates of Time, ! 
 
 Up to the furnace doors, that Spartan hour. 
 
 For all the odds, they blocked that furious power - 
 
 And held the Channel. Over blood and grime 1 
 
 The double cross gleamed high for freedom's dower. 
 Challenging to the death Pan-Prussian crime. 
 
 The great French heart gave answer. Calm and strong, 
 While with vile breath the leopard sought her throat. 
 She met and parried, with the old proud note, . 
 
 The stroke of the Philistines and along 
 
 The Marne those pi-edatorj^ legions smot«, j 
 
 Huddling them back before Joffre's angry prong. j 
 
 gallant land ! Insulted, stricken deep ! 
 
 By these infesting and mephitic hordes, 
 
 Bathed in the light of Heaven, thine answering swords \ 
 
 Vengeance upon their insolence shall heap. | 
 
 In that day when the battle is the Lord's, ; 
 
 Thou shalt the harvest of endurance reap. 
 
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 Brittania's trident held the northern seas 
 
 And there indomitable shall remain, 
 
 Until that imitation Tamburlaine, 
 
 Branded upon his hide, knows God's decrees, 
 
 Mordant of Machiavellian infamies. 
 
 Those vindications shall the Hun soul freeze I 
 
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 That impudent and ranting criminal, 
 The beneficiary of such woes 
 As shudder Hell, (God knows he willed it!) goes 
 To No man's land, the loathliest animal 
 That ever snarled, yet gun-sh^^ like to those 
 His iron hyenas rusting in Kiel ! 
 
 The cry of a lost soul is Germany's, 
 Incontinent envy poisoning her blood, 
 Her conscience passion-clotted in the flood 
 And strain of livid shames that crack the skies 
 And loose the gates of wrath, baptized in mud,— 
 A tribe for dateless time to stigmatise. 
 
 Perdition beckons those conspirators 
 Who thought to overdare and sack the world, 
 Lucifer's thralls, reptilian, now uncurled 
 Full length, red-eyed and raging forest boars ! 
 That flag of " blood and iron " shall be hurled 
 Over death's battlements. End their black wars ! 
 
 The months dragged by in surfeit tragedy, 
 The carmined Somme, the clown prince at Verdun, 
 Ypres, Vimy, deeds that tortured all the noon. 
 Crucified prisoners, assassins under sea ! 
 The Lusitania then and none too soon 
 America declared for Liberty ! 
 
 From gate to gate rang challenge to the beast. 
 She found her soul, her anger crystal-eyed 
 To face the tumid dragon, undenied 
 To push the monster back into the East, 
 Which in its mania God and man defied, — 
 To sound a knell upon the vulture feast. 
 
 The stars came out again. The vivid day 
 That looked towaixi final restitution broke. 
 Across the waves stern myriads pushed and woke 
 
A bright, new hope. Then Chateau Thierry 
 Revoked the cave-men's onslaught. Thro the smoke 
 Marines and ' Rainbows ' took the right of way I 
 
 With double zeal, no more 'too proud to fight', 
 We leap to share that lilied victory 
 Which shall complete the valor of the free. 
 We blush no more. Our flag is in the light 
 Of the great battle, leading gloriously ; 
 Else had our name become a curse and blight. 
 
 Back reeled the lewd, abhorrent enemy, 
 To gloat no more of Paris, snivelling still 
 Of ' innocence '. Here, there, the will and skill 
 Of mighty Foch smote on. The strategy 
 Of Ste. Mihiel dealt ' Kultur' such a grill 
 Of agony as showed what is to be. 
 
 Yet still those hardened hearts refuse to own 
 What only the fat-witted now can doubt,— 
 The doom of maudlin intrig-ue and the rout 
 Of moral inefficiency, the throne 
 Of Brandenburg a-tottering, all about 
 An outcast nation, left to live alone. 
 
 The fourfold beast now rages to his death ; 
 The Turk is crushed from out the Holy Land,' 
 The Serb and Greek no Bulgar can withstand, 
 Crude Austria, shot with pangs, gasps for her breath, 
 One Prussian a^ue chills the accursed band, 
 Siberia to the traitors answereth. 
 
 Berlin shall be as Babylon, the stuff 
 She stole, the confiscations, paid for quite ; 
 The havoc and the loot to underwrite, 
 With interest,— fifty years will be enough, 
 Cities meanwhile in escrow. What her plight, 
 For guttural murders I Judgment winds are rough I 
 
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 Woe to the bloody city I in her streets 
 When battle welters. Unillusioned, mad, 
 The fuming populace will smite, to add 
 Diabolisms. Blear retribution meets 
 The mastodon. Down lurching, all she had 
 The ghastly pandemonium completes. 
 
 Thrones big and small will tumble into wreck. 
 * Holy Alliances ' have had their hour. 
 Kings are gone out of fashion. Their crass power 
 No more will take the peoples by the neck. 
 The guilty sceptres break. The spectres cower. 
 Democracy for action clears the deck. 
 
 No bastard Peace! but one that will insure 
 The impotence of scoundrels to repeat 
 Such gross assault,— their will defeat 
 To strangle all the world,— that can endure. 
 For that let the united nations meet 
 To deal just penalty and rest secure. 
 
 Let Freedom mix the medicine and cook 
 The thing till it is done ! No yellow peace, 
 But Victory, to the bone, will Earth release. 
 Thrust out the Vampire ! Flense the Teuton spook I 
 (burette the gangrene I Fight that wars shall cease I 
 Finish the holy chore we undertook. 
 
 September, 1918. 
 
 ASHORE 
 
 AMEN and Amen ! King Divine ; 
 Glory and power are Thine at last. 
 The Tempter quits his fell design, 
 Wild strife is overpast. 
 
 Our prayer finds life's reality. 
 The antiphon of Time again,— 
 Healed, disenthralled, translated, fi^ee,— 
 Sings high, Amen, Amen ! 
 
 1918. 
 
20 
 
 IN PORT : 
 
 THY breath, our Lord, once quelling 
 
 The voice of sea and wind, \ 
 
 Shall welcome to Thy dwelling ■ 
 All souls in Thy love kinned, 
 
 A better life beginning i 
 
 When this long warfare ends, | 
 
 Each home-bound wanderer winning 'i 
 A place among Thy friends. 
 
 No work begun shall ever j 
 
 Make pause for shadowing death, j 
 
 Nor adversary lever i 
 
 From God one child of Seth. \ 
 
 Our dangers and misgiving I 
 
 Quite left behind, such weal j 
 That bright land of the living 
 Hath stored for all the leal. 
 
 All that was done or undone | 
 
 Remaineth to Thy grace ; ; 
 
 For we, Lord, have none done | 
 All which thy pure words trace : 
 
 Yet hope shall have its harvest, j 
 
 Our fears shall come to naught, ^ 
 
 When Thou that servant servest ' 
 
 Whom Thy great love hath bought. j 
 
 Love's labor and life's longing, ; 
 
 Lord, Thou wilt not forget, \ 
 
 And wilt forgive the wronging j 
 For which our eyes are wet. 
 Ours be the full salvation, 
 The glory all Divine ; 
 
 Our past, our present station j 
 
 And all to come are Thine. ' 
 
 1918. i 
 
30 
 
 UNITAS SPIKITUS 
 
 LET the blessed company 
 Of all faithful people join, 
 Consecrating all to Thee, 
 Lighted lamp and girded loin. 
 Pale contention cease ! Their love 
 Batify Thy final prayer. 
 Every namesake loyal prove, 
 God's one Fatherdom to share. 
 
 Let our full communion be 
 One great rally round the Cross ! 
 Let us far and wide agree 
 All save Christ to reckon dross ; 
 Countless hearts would cry Amen, 
 Controversy's end to see ; 
 Lone and longing hearts would then 
 Bow to Christ's simplicity. 
 
 Bishop of our souls, enfold, 
 Keunite, Thy straying flock, 
 Lead us all for Christ enrolled 
 To the shadow of that Rock ! 
 Not by variant phrase or form 
 Are we Thy disciples held ; 
 Front to sin's infernal storm. 
 One crusade of brothers weld ! 
 
 Once were all with one accord 
 In one place, that Whitsunday, 
 When their reaffirming Lord 
 Gave them each His word to say ; 
 Such a day, with holy flame, 
 Bend and band us to Thy will, 
 By the power of Thy one name 
 Mightier Pentecosts fulfil. 
 
 1918. 
 
31 
 
 PAROUSIA 
 
 THAT determined consummation, 
 Rapturing Thy saints to Thee 
 From the wings of desolation,— 
 Soon its signal, Lord, must be ! 
 Then with sin no longer coping 
 We shall Thy full presence share, 
 We who watched, in patient hoping, 
 Caught to meet Thee in the air. 
 
 What things now, our hearts benumbing, 
 Mock Thee, that hour will transcend. 
 By the promise of Thy coming. 
 Bid this long probation end. 
 Every day is one day nearer 
 Thy return. The signs of Time 
 Make that joyful summons dearer. 
 When our path shall homew^ard climb. 
 
 Our time is not Thy time, Master ! 
 Our thought cannot Thy thought tell : 
 But the dial shade moves faster 
 Angel hands are on the bell ! 
 Waiting, Thou our faith dost chasten : 
 But long-suffering is not slack ; 
 Thine appearing Thou wilt hasten. 
 This age endeth. Christ, come back I 
 
 Grant a fairway to that haven, 
 Where, their final voyage done, 
 AH who with the storms have striven 
 In Th}' love at last are one. 
 'T is the morning watch. We listen, 
 All-expectant. Short will be 
 These late hours. Right-soon will glisten 
 Time's last rainbow, bright with Thee I 
 
 1918. 
 
HARVEST 
 
 THRUST in Thy sickle, Christ, erelongi 
 Thy full dominion hasten ; 
 Thy reapers raise the harvest song, 
 Thy gamer doors unfasten. 
 
 We look on many a ripening field, 
 Where blessed tilth is bending ; 
 Firstfruits let all the fallows yield, 
 The sterile ages ending. 
 
 Vast Earth is Thine inheritance, 
 Each husbandman Thine angel ; 
 Be ours the mission, to advance 
 Thy one world-wide evangel. 
 
 The crescent dawn Thy noon awaits. 
 Thy deathless oath we cherish, 
 In faith unshaken, that the gates 
 Of violence shall perish. 
 
 What giant shout shall cry the day, 
 When nation hails to nation 
 That all Thine enemies give way. 
 Thou Horn of our Salvation I 
 
 1918. 
 
 ENTREATY 
 
 LORD, show us what we need to see 
 And strengthen us to go 
 In just the path that pleaseth Thee. 
 Thy holy help bestow, 
 That we may sternly undertake 
 To conquer flesh and sense 
 And baffle those fell powers that wake 
 Our vain self-confidence. 
 
Deliver us from pride of life, 
 From every inner boast ; 
 For when we least do fear the strife 
 Then do we need Thee most. j 
 
 God, how have we fallen down i 
 
 And hindered fellow men ; 
 
 We but deserve Thy final frown : 1 
 
 Yet, oh forgive again ! ! 
 
 That even we may show the way I 
 
 To some who long to stand I 
 
 In touch with God, we humbly pray c ' 
 Thy strong converting hand. 
 
 Grant, in Thy plenitude of grace, J 
 
 From sin complete release. j 
 
 These scars from our sad souls erase, I 
 Bestow Thy holy peace ! 
 
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 1918. 
 
 EN AVANT 
 
 HE days to come, O God, are lodged in Thy prevailing hand; 
 We supplicate Thy righteous help for our beloved land. 
 The battle cry of freedom rings across the Earth again ; 
 Repeat Thy mercies ! Prove Thy power to all the sons of men ! 
 
 We gird us lor the onset. To the glory of Thy name 
 We carry high our colors thro the searching bolt and flame. 
 Ride Thou the blasts to help us, while the war-waves moan and toss; 
 Above fair stars are gleaming and amid them is the Cross 1 
 
 For Country and for Captain, for the ransom of mankind, 
 With liberty that rests in God our armies are aligned. 
 Allied for life, for death, wrath, peace, we march in one true rhyme, 
 We shout His royal shout Who is the only King of Time ! 
 
 1918. 
 
34 
 
 APRIL NINETEENTH, 1775 
 
 THIS is Lexington ! Here they stood 
 Those Minute Men, for freedom's good 
 To dare and die, when Pitcaim came 
 To sear their front in powder flame. 
 This is the sod their life-blood wet : 
 Proud and erect they stand there yet 1 
 Set-lipped purpose that never veers; — 
 Mists of a hundred and fifty years 
 Hinder it not. That April day 
 Punctuates Liberty's long array. 
 Latest Time shall remember well 
 How they gathered and fought and fell! 
 Then were a nation's birth-pangs. So 
 Massachusetts withstood the foe, 
 While the colonies answered true,— 
 " Hold fasti all of us go with you." 
 Back the Hanover red-coats flowed 
 Down this farmer-lined Boston road. 
 While America's day-stars sang. 
 Those stone walls to the flintlocks rang, 
 Adams and Hancock and Paul Revere, 
 God-sires of all of us, they were here, 
 Ready the freeman's creed to fling 
 In the face of the stupid king. 
 Sons of the stubborn Ironsides, men 
 Fixing the breed of the future then. 
 Charles the First and the Stuart stye 
 Had a renewed world's full reply ! 
 With prayer and powder they kept the bridge 
 And all along this spitfire ridge 
 Stem and level and fast they shot ; 
 So we rally and waver not. 
 Under the Pine Tree still we come ; 
 Unto the finish the vibrant drum 
 Calls us to hold what they begun 
 Early that day, at Lexington I 191 g. 
 
THOSE MARINES 
 
 IN endless droves the flaunting host I 
 
 Had made their deadliest array, | 
 
 When our Marines advanced their post j 
 
 At Chateau Thierry. i 
 
 Hurled taut upon that frightened flank, j 
 
 They clinched the answer, spread dismay, j 
 
 Their fill the bristling bayonets drank, 
 At Chateau Thierry. I 
 
 America at last was there ! r 
 
 At last the vandal hordes gave way, | 
 
 Punished and driven everywhere, i 
 
 At Chateau Thieriy. 
 
 There was the presage of the rout 
 That would the foe's vile war-dream flay, 
 They turned the demons inside out. 
 At Chateau Thierry. 
 
 Then hope flashed thro the soundmg sky, j 
 
 Then dawned the long-awaited day. ! 
 
 It was the Eighteenth of July j 
 
 At Chateau Thierry. j 
 
 They broke the taunting war-lord's wrist, ! 
 
 While steel and lead made Titan play. : 
 
 They scotched the vipers where they hissed, : 
 
 At Chateau Thierry. 
 
 Hail the Marines ! — " the first to fight '' ' 
 
 And last to quit. They brought to bay j 
 
 The spate of hate that scorned God's might, j 
 
 At Chateau Thierry. ; 
 
 Let men remember what they did i 
 
 And age-long honor gladly pay. j 
 
 For final victory they bid, j 
 
 At Chateau Thierry. | 
 
 1918. 
 
36 
 
 THE CEISIS OF THE CROSS 
 
 WHEN Time's worst tragedy of hate 
 Burst in one storm of angry gloom, 
 There fell the crisis of Man's fate, 
 For highest hope or deepest doom. 
 
 The great dilemma uttered there. 
 Mid treason's carnival that day, 
 Was loyalty or black despair, 
 Sheer shame or Mercy's narrow way. 
 
 Then righteousness with pity wed. 
 In depths no human thought can sound, 
 That Heart for sinners' ransom bled, 
 By pangs untold the lost were found. 
 
 This fond offense apostate minds 
 Find in that Cross, which challengeth 
 By love's supremacy,— it binds 
 Complete surrender to that death 1 
 
 But, Conqueror, Thy transcending grace 
 Subdues sin's contradiction. Spent, 
 Betrayed,— there glories from Thy face 
 Promise of life omnipotent. 
 
 Do now anew Thy miracle. 
 Thy regal gift of faith grant me. 
 Love evermore invincible 
 Mine ultimate reality. 
 
 Sign with that sign my shriven soul ; 
 My will, submitted to Thy mind. 
 Forgiven every whit and whole. 
 Shall so Thy perfect freedom find. 
 
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 By that mysterious sacrifice, 
 That mordant woe, that blossomed rod, 
 Bind us in peace ! Unseal our eyes 
 With full experience of God. ; 
 
 Begird Thy Church to urge again 
 That first and last alternative, 
 What Love there wrought to rescue men, 
 That crucial deed whereby we live ! 
 
 1918. 
 
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 1 
 BENEDICTUS j 
 
 VISIT me in wondrous love, ! 
 
 Thou most strong and tender ! j 
 
 Let my soul Thy favor prove, I 
 
 In supreme surrender. 1 
 Thus impart to my heart 
 
 Thy great peace, Heavenly Dove, I 
 
 Surely my Defender. i 
 
 In the courage of the Cross ! 
 
 To my task upleaping. 
 
 Worldly gain I count but loss, ] 
 
 Yielded to Thy keeping. i 
 
 Chasten me ; so to be, ! 
 
 While these troubles surge and toss. 
 Safe in grace unsleeping. ' 
 
 Confident in God, I stand ; i 
 
 All my need He knoweth. | 
 
 Clasped securely by His hand, | 
 
 Naught for me misgoeth. I 
 
 Thus my ways, all my days. 
 Bent to do His whole command. 
 Bounty overfloweth. 
 
 1918. 
 
THANKSGIVING DAY, 1918 
 
 LAND HO I On all the winds one song 
 Of vast rejoicing floods the air! 
 Fades to its doom a mighty wrong, 
 While streaming banners everywhere 
 Unfurl, to hail that task well done 
 AVTiose splendid cost hath freedom won. 
 
 As from the war-shock they march home, 
 The victors bid the welkin ring. 
 Clear rainbows span the battle foam. 
 Aureolas of glory cling 
 About the brows that dared the storm 
 Whose fury would the world deform. 
 
 Outshot the lightnings from the throne 
 Of that just God, whose lifted hand 
 Again hath Pharaoh baulked and shown 
 This latest Red Sea His command. 
 We shout, upon the further shore, 
 His truth triumphant evermore. 
 
 Far in the solemn skies, bends down 
 That cloud of witnesses, who kept 
 Brave tryst with death, who won the crown 
 That martyrs wear, whom tho we wept 
 We now acclaim ! What broad device 
 Shall blazon that dread sacrifice? 
 
 Loud let the peoples sound to God 
 Thanksgiving ! never to forget 
 The wonders of His awful rod : 
 But own their everlasting debt. 
 With tears of gratitude we throng, 
 To lift one peal of ardent song. 
 
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 Pause will we not ; but still go forth 
 In confidence and holy mirth ; 
 So West and East and South and North 
 Shall be, in Christ, a different Earth I 
 His lasting will be fully wrought 
 And all mankind in Him be taught. 
 
 1918. 
 
 GRATITUDE 
 
 ALAND with great and generous gates, 
 A flag that never knew a king, 
 A hearth too wide for racial hates, 
 Unitedly we sing. 
 
 Tho love and chastisment have met, 
 His everlasting covenant runs ; 
 Who led us forth will lead us yet, 
 As His obedient sons. 
 
 We lift aloft in light that Cross, 
 God's own rebuke of shame and strife, 
 Come gain, come pain, come weal, come loss, 
 Established in His life. 
 
 An orange dawn enflames the dome, 
 Whose mounting glory cheers the lands, 
 Beneath its flush our boys come home. 
 Bright banners in their hands. 
 
 Good Lord, in pity them forgive 
 Who wronged the world. Let all men see 
 That law and liberty but live 
 In them Thou makest free I 
 
 19X8. 
 
MISLAID SOULS 
 
 NOT by resistance now is Christ re-slain : 
 But cool neglect, indulgent unconcern, 
 Standing apart, that does not even deign 
 To name Him more ! By silence men unlearn 
 His mastery, not overt to contradict, 
 Nor violent, simply indifferent, 
 Set that no interference may convict 
 Mundane complacency^ and self content. 
 Tacit conspiracy to ignore goes dumb 
 Concerning hope of immortality 
 And the grave powers of the world to come, 
 Waiving attention and expectancy. 
 So Earth is all ! Time-servants thus forget 
 The indigence that must the next life thwart 
 Of transmarine exchange and which must threat 
 The values drifting to unrainbowed port. 
 
 Christ, Hero of Time's epic, eft reclaina 
 Us from estrangement from Thy sovefignty ; 
 That we despite not Thine Almighty name, 
 Nor without chart or sextant dare this sea I 
 
 1918, 
 
 MY MOTHER 
 
 WOULD it might be, that nearing quietly 
 From out those spaces where blest spirits flow, 
 When the eventual moment summons me. 
 She might be sent, who three-score years ago 
 Left me, her eldest son. Then, whispering low, 
 Her hand find mine, to lead me unto Thee. 
 
 1018. 
 
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 EXPECTANCY 
 
 OUR humble orisons we lift 
 At dawn and nightfall to Thy throne, 
 Entreating every holy gift, 
 Fain, confident, in Thee alone. 
 
 Noontide and night are one with Thee ; 
 Let all the hours between be Thine ; 
 A halo of Thy love shall be 
 On him whose breast is Thy pure shrine. 
 
 Thy presence so illuminate,— 
 Thy light transform us,— that opaque 
 No duties lie. Blest Spirit, mate 
 And dwell with us, asleep, awake. 
 
 Sojourners are we yet : but soon 
 Shall dawn the life ineffable. 
 Our tried and tired souls shall swoon 
 Into that sunshine, there to dwell. 
 
 Then prayer and psalm shall be fulfilled, 
 Auroral answers crown these days. 
 The ways Thy saving love hath willed 
 Thy thankful trophies aye shall praise. 
 
 1918. 
 
 THE ORDER OF JOAN 
 
 THE girl behind the man behind the gun 
 Brought steadfast help the victory to win. 
 That war, emancipating from the Hun, 
 Was hers too and her woman^s love was in 
 The world-wide quarrel with atrocious sin. 
 Thus all she could her heart and hand have done. 
 
 1918. 
 
42 
 
 BROKEN SEMITONES 
 
 THERE is none cares for what I pen ; 
 'T is ineffective, forced, or cmde: 
 Yet can I contradict this when 
 To myself it is faint and rude ? 
 
 Some glowing impulse moved to write, 
 My hasty heart threw by the glove : 
 But longer why should I indite 
 What few will heed and fewer love I 
 
 Has flageolet dared overmuch ? 
 A whistle or a xylophone,—- 
 Is that my best? No solemn touch 
 Have I,— no human undertone? 
 
 Must I then fumble with the ' mute ' 
 And muffle what I hoped might sound 
 A call of faith ? So destitute, 
 Must I my lute fling to the ground ? 
 
 Is what in pain I tried to say. 
 An anticlimax ? Must all be 
 A failure, fit to cast away,— 
 No anthem, but a threnody ? 
 
 1018. 
 
 DARE 
 ** The world meets nobody Zjaifwaj^."— Charles Lamb. 
 
 MOUNT and away ! It feareth thee to ride? 
 Then plod in safety ! Winning must take risks. 
 Who lets his lands lie fallow, saves his discs : 
 But gamers nothing. Harsh events abide. 
 Spur on to meet them, firm to hold thy stride, 
 Welcoming what befalls, with staunch address 
 And daunted by no treachery or stress. 
 High hills, high winds ! With courage undenied, 
 
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 Think not by proxy. Stoutly undertake. 
 Pierce the fell stratagem. Undo the fraud. 
 Strike hard thine obstacles. So shalt thou bear 
 Thyself to purpose. Hand and heart may ache : 
 But idle whims shall not make thee a gaud. 
 Brave things forseek the bold. On with thee! Dare! 
 
 1918. 
 
 DUSK ] 
 
 SERVING the needy and the down cast, He , 
 
 Brought help and hope and boundless liberty. 
 Who made the lily and the sea of stars, ! 
 
 Made the deep souls of men His avatars. 
 Yet stranger in His own world was that One, 
 Who still would do all good that He hath done. 
 For each sad wanderer was His heart a rest, i 
 
 Of all true friends the surest and the best. j 
 
 So do we wondering fall upon our knees, | 
 
 Entreatmg Him to leave us not, who sees ; 
 
 All we have ever done or left undone 
 
 And, knowing everything, abandons none. | 
 
 Alas, that I have so much set my heart i 
 
 On what can sink, or rust, or bum, or die ! 
 Let it not be that, when it falls to part 
 
 From these, their place of love hath no supply. I 
 
 Give me a freedom so curbed and controlled 
 That duty be my guide across this wold. 
 
 Somewhere I hope to find a little inn ; i 
 
 For night is not far off when I must win, "j 
 
 After my day of pilgriming and quest, | 
 
 ^"rom this long-winding road a humble rest. \ 
 
 Yonder a light is glimmering on the hill l 
 
 Which 1 must climb to. Plodding onward still 
 O'er this lone moor, w^hose twilight air is fro re, 
 I seek to find a hospitable door. 
 
 1918. ! 
 
TO KING ALBERT 
 
 BOLD BELGIUM! proud to fight and hold the gates 
 Alone, in that dark hour which shook the world, 
 Not knowing whence or what God's help might be. 
 Thy lion, reared upon the field of blue. 
 Dared all for honor, grappling to the death 
 That onfall whose red jaws would swallow thee. 
 America watched too long the blistering 
 Obsession that defiled thy homes and shrines, 
 The wilful madness stabbing at thy life. 
 The paranoiac, foul depravities, 
 Incomprehensible atrocity, 
 Judicial blindness, whose besmearing hands 
 Would set the clocks back on the towers of Time I 
 
 And now dawn breaks! The horrid lie goes dumb. 
 The Dies Irae meets the Apache band. 
 At last our legions also lash and blast 
 The belching black disease back to its den, 
 Whose lewd abominations plague no more. 
 Wonderful days of vindicated Right ! 
 
 Brave King! Let me, without presumption, bear 
 One man's true tribute to a royal soul ; 
 Tho but a shred of what is in my heart. 
 No gloom has fallen too stark for thy stern faith 
 To be assured a morning star would flame. 
 Sombm and bitter vigil thine has been : 
 But, staunchly fearless, thou hast nobly proved 
 How fortitude deserves a brightening crown. 
 Illustrious soldier! Take thy due acclaim, 
 While all true peoples sound their deep Amen ! 
 
 1918. 
 
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 WILHELMINA 
 
 TO Holland's Queen 1 dare convey 
 This slender tribute, while I pray 
 Her grace to pardon, if too bold 
 I thus intrude. Long, long of old,— 
 Nine generations passed away, — 
 My Netherlandish sire did lay 
 His course thus far ; so I but say 
 His devoir to the Orange fold,— 
 
 To Holland's Queen. 
 Her beautiful and troubled way 
 Hath wisdom, this distracted day : 
 But when the storms aside have rolled. 
 The dykes of peace will her uphold 
 And all their love her fealties pay 
 To Holland's Queen I 
 
 1918. 
 
 THE TEST 
 
 AT bubbling furnace doth the Refiner sit 
 And from the molten metal sweep the dross, 
 Until His face is clearly seen in it. 
 
 The crucible is for that purity 
 Which answereth the mintage of the Cross 
 And with the King's own name enstamped shall be. 
 
 Tho gold be tried by fire, it shall endure, 
 Nor in that searching flame find change or loss. 
 Like precious faith by trial shall prove sure. 
 
 1918. 
 
46 
 
 THE CHANGING AGE 
 
 COLD lieth the old year, this January. 
 The fields are stiff with frost, the ways are glairy, 
 Damp and ice-bitten winds sigh drearily. 
 My thoughts are numb and brittle. Wearily 
 I lift the load of new time, wondering 
 K this stage, from life's habit sundering, 
 Will be the one when I shall pass and never 
 Behold May's beauty brent with joy forever! 
 
 The clock strikes lonelier in the creaking turret. 
 The hearth bums lower. Listlessly I stir it, 
 My quaquaversal dream in sparklight flashes, 
 As each fortalice sinks to sullen ashes 
 That glow and die. A whispering vagary 
 Sifts shadows on my mood. Alert and wary 
 I peer into the thicket of the future 
 For forms that lurk there : but, alas, no suture 
 
 Unites for me what has been and what may be 
 And still must I go on, whate'er the w^ay be. 
 The warring world is soaked in shames abhorrent, 
 Strange questionings peer at me. In the torrent 
 Of Time's vast issues, solitary swimmer, 
 1 buffet waters where pale moonbeams shimmer. 
 The leaden waves pound on the shingle yonder ; 
 Hearing, my fancies all in mystery wander. 
 
 1919. 
 
 THE SHERIFF 
 
 WILD years of woe and splendor ! Nor w^e tell 
 As yet the half of what their agonies 
 And triumphs mean. From the black jungles fell 
 Might's onset, with its lupine parodies 
 Of Attila. But God's two hands did seize 
 And crush the whole menagerie of Hell I 
 
 1919. 
 
47 
 
 CARMEL 
 
 SOME left there are who have not bowed the knee 
 To Baal. In this day of sorest need 
 They pray apart in hope and intercede 
 That light may smite the bald idolatry 
 Of human power, that man-lore may not be 
 The satisfaction of man's heart, that rights 
 Of Him Who Is may interrupt the blights 
 Which only reckon horizontally ! 
 Our souls cry out that these demanding hours 
 May heed the summons to that real Love 
 Surrounding us, the aisles of faith be trod 
 By those the senses do not bury, powers 
 Of grace the great land lift to quests above, 
 Humbled beneath a mighty sense of God ! 
 
 1919. 
 
 ACCLAMATION 
 
 ART of all arts. Thy praise to make, 
 Our unseen, everlasting King ! 
 Let one adoring tribute bring 
 All things which into music break. 
 
 When our Sun sets, unfathomed skies 
 Are filled with uncomputed stars : 
 But,— Light no shade of nighttime mars, — 
 Beyond those lamps Thy splendors rise 1 
 
 What worlds of spirits are Thine own I 
 In unimagined melody 
 One vast Trisagion answers Thee, 
 Whose flames of song mount to Thy throne. 
 
 Our souls would ride those floods, to blend 
 In that high-tidal anthem, climb 
 The cliffs where morning planets chime 
 With angel shouts, world without end. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 VOX DEI VOX POPULI 
 
 TO make the world safe for Democracy *M — 
 A noble aim : but less than final hope,— 
 Not utmost end for which the ages grope. 
 Man shall not come to his majority 
 By forms alone. It aileth bitterly 
 To trust mere bulk whose items are untrue. 
 Only changed men can this wild world renew. 
 Only God's truth can make the peoples free,— 
 Only the purge of just and loving will. 
 The weal of all men must be each man's choice. 
 The common good must be the flag unfurled. 
 Law of the Highest only can fulfil 
 Mankind ; in hearkening to that Righteous Voice 
 Democracy shall be safe for the world ! 
 
 This is the task that summons yet. The stage 
 Is set for Time's completed tragedy ; 
 That one great recognition now may be 
 The invocation of a different age. 
 For autocrat, or the mob's gnarring rage, 
 Are tyrannies alike. Strong, clean and wise, 
 Humanity must lift to God its eyes. 
 Right must from every treason disengage. 
 Duty, the true relation of all souls 
 In Him Who is the Soul of All, must win 
 Her rathe way. Thus the final government 
 Shall be upon His shoulder. Who controls 
 All means for good. Who what He did begin 
 Will better to the best, all prevalent. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 EUPHONY 
 
 OW glory be, in all the lands that know the happy light, 
 To Him Whose will hath had its way to prosper us aright; 
 The wide world over, let the shout of freedom hail His might, 
 Who is our Strength and Shield ! 
 
 Glory, Glory, Halleujah! (ter) 
 
 He is our Strength and Shield! 
 
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 'T was He who was the battle cry, the banner and the blade, 
 Thro Him we won the victory, by evil undismaj^ed ; 
 Let the praise of all the peoples answer now His holy aid, 
 Who is our Strength and Shield ! Glory ! — 
 
 While the thunders of thanksgiving roll along from shore to shore, 
 Tell the gratitude that never will forget, but evermore 
 Unto Him give all the glory unto Whom our spirits soar. 
 Who is our Strength and Shield ! Glory ! — 
 
 1919. 
 
 PHOSPHOR 
 
 ONLY in Thy name, Lord, can peace 
 Master this tormented, drabbled Earth ; 
 Thou alone canst give that full release 
 Which shall banish misery and dearth. 
 
 Pain and squalid want and sorrow moan : — 
 Thy forthputting chase these blights away ! 
 Thine upholding grace and Thine alone 
 Wondering misgivings can allay. 
 
 There will be a new Magnificat, 
 When Thy hand hath wrought that holy will, 
 When the tribes of Men, amazed thereat. 
 Lift their hearts up to Thy heavenly hill. 
 
 1919. 
 
50 
 
 RECOVERY 
 
 LET not a parody of freedom gain 
 The birthright of Democracy ! To yield 
 Man's individual dnty, not to wield 
 Collective sovereignty, to admit the bane 
 Of a control usurped,— this were to strain 
 The word into a phantom. Up, true men ! 
 Down with the f raudulency ! Once again 
 Resume due franchise, let the electorate reign. 
 Now unintimidated manhood rouses ; 
 * Of, by and for the people ' is the goal. 
 The whole high human theory is at stake ; 
 Ye partisans, a plague on both your houses ! 
 Interpreting thy fee, lose not thy soul, 
 Thou people's land ! Democracy, awake ! 
 
 1919 
 
 ONCE FOR ALL 
 
 THOU, final Sacrifice and Priest, 
 By one true offering perfecting 
 The yielded heart, now all hath ceased 
 Which forecast Thee. No more we bring 
 Those divers gifts. Thou Gift of God, 
 Thou art the Altar and the Lamb ! 
 Who hath in Thy new covenant trod 
 Is the cleansed child of Abraham. 
 
 Thus we believe and thus will tell ; 
 A scandal and a foolishness 
 To them who love themselves too well 
 To bow : but we that Wisdom bless. 
 Thy life, our Mediatorial King, 
 Thine all-atoning love imparts, 
 If suppliant souls to Thee we bring 
 And sacrificial, contrite, hearts. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 THIS HOUR 
 
 IT is the fight of faith ! A real fight, 
 To regain the realities obscured 
 By ritual words, to be once more assured 
 Of Him who brought the all-demanding light, 
 To walk with Him in service and to right 
 Earth's thousand wrongs that clamor for redress, 
 The human brotherhood to reconfess 
 And prove in sacrifice His ancient might. 
 We are enwrapped by phrase and form and so 
 Each trivial difference undoes our strength. 
 Conventions stifle us, till men ignore 
 What we but half say. Great God, let us know 
 That we are put to proof ! Judgment at length 
 Beginneth at Thy house. Thresh Thou the floor ! 
 
 1919. 
 
 JOHN KEATS 
 
 BENEATH a century- of violets, 
 Those eyes, where love and longing overbrimmed. 
 Lie shut. As his no other voice has hymned 
 The truth of beauty, no hand pressed the frets 
 Of music and of sorrow. Torn regrets 
 Assemble round that grave. Enwrit with tears 
 Is memory of those foreshortened years, 
 But of a star whose radiance never sets ! 
 The cruel cavillers dead, now all alone 
 Thou hast thy feet upon that ' silent peak ', 
 While the serene Pacific chants thy fame. 
 All storms are past. Thine is a shrine and throne. 
 Oh, pity of it!— thou belated Greek,— 
 Thou didst not know how men would say thy name. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 SIR JOHN ELIOT 
 
 1592-1632 
 '' ParliRments are altogether in znj^poTi'er." —Charles Stuart. 
 
 STAUNCH paladin of English liberties! 
 Freemen will not forget thy bravery, 
 Thy stout refusal of all slavery, 
 Thy virile front in those epiphanies 
 That flashed erect toward royal infamies 
 Which seemed alsoon to throttle and to ban 
 The ever-crescent * Monarchy of Man \ 
 To crush the Commons by those cold decrees, 
 They went about to break thy stalwart arm 
 And quench thine advocacy, fiery knight. 
 Well wroth at clutch of arbitrary power, 
 Thy trumpet-tones rang out a broad alarm 
 Which dies not. Thine unburied soul made fight, 
 Altho thy body festered in the Tower I 
 
 Great commoner, undaunted and devout I 
 High champion of Freedom and the Law, 
 With thy true English heart, who fully saw 
 The stealth and challenge of the courtier rout 
 Which would the chartered right and franchise flout. 
 The tribes of fortune and of insolence 
 Found thee the people's obdurate defense,— 
 The great ' Petition ' wTought the matter out. 
 good and faithful servant, whose sure word 
 Took measure of thy times ! Like Socrates, 
 Nor speech, nor flight, did to that false king cower. 
 The indomitable voice no more is heard, 
 In twilit prison precincts no one sees 
 Thy grave : but England guards it to this hour ! 
 
 1919. 
 
53 j 
 
 PASTOR BONUS PAVIT i 
 
 IF that were all ! If but the memory j 
 
 Were ours of that dire night and cruel day ; — i 
 
 Most miserable of all men, on a way , 
 
 That leadeth no where ! Hopeless vanity I j 
 
 ^^ We trusted it had been iZe ! " Even yet ^ 
 
 They did not understand what He had told, < 
 What His divine farewell did so unfold : 
 But we outsee those two, nor can forget ! 
 
 Or short, or long, in this parenthesis, 
 
 ' Until He come ', He holds them who are bent j 
 
 To heed to that prophetic sacrament, j 
 
 Nor its great word of holy promise miss. i 
 
 Each full Moon recollects that Paschal night I 
 
 In which He was betrayed. These days between, ' 
 
 In which we clasp the seen and the unseen,— \ 
 
 Yale et J.Fe/— are alive with light. | 
 
 Not absent is He, tho invisible ; 
 
 ^ Lo, I am with you alway ' ! We draw near I 
 To take the wine of life ! Will reappear,— 
 
 ' A little while ',— that One in Whom we dwell. | 
 
 Then will He summon them who testified \ 
 
 His love and reign by their obedience, ' 
 To see Him as He is. His immanence 
 Revealed in them who held Him undenied. 
 
 1919. i 
 
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 THE INDICTMENT 
 
 THE orgy ends. Malignity and greed 
 Have wrought enormities that Earth appalled ! 
 Reeking with crimes unspeakable, enthralled 
 In turpitude, that Prussian centipede 
 Slidders away to his own place ! Reread 
 That memorj' of horrors. Evidence 
 Incontrovertible attests the offense,— 
 Writes Moloch ! on his sky. Stale pride shall heed 
 Its scorching follies, its portentous guilt,— 
 Treason to God and Man. Smold'ring remorse 
 Like vitriol shall bite. Those wolf fangs break. 
 The pestilent subterfuges all shall wilt. 
 Gargantua shall get his fill of ^ force ', 
 When he from empty nightmare shall awake. 
 
 Brought to the bar, this nauseating breed, 
 That made a slaughter-house of Belgium, 
 Armenia, Serbia, the indictment's sum 
 Shall unrelentingly leave naught to plead. 
 Snared b}^ their own hands, who will intercede. 
 Or who extenuate their utter shame, 
 Or lift the ban from those who sought to maim 
 The wide world's freedom ? Visit them their meed ! 
 Thro smoke and cloud the Hope of Time shines true. 
 Estranged from all sincere humanity, 
 Let them repent the evil they have done. 
 " If ye forsake Him, He will forsake you "— 
 So stands the sentencing indelibl}^ ! 
 The sign of Cain will last while centuries run. 
 
 1919. 
 
55 
 
 FATUITY 
 
 *' These double-beaked and bloody-plumaged things. 
 Whose shadow is the hiding-place of kings.'' 
 
 Swinburne. 
 
 SIT heavy on their souls, who sought this war, 
 The lasting wrath of Man, the lethal blight 
 Of arrogance which foulest menace swore 
 On all who would not crouch before sheer might ! 
 That mad presumption history will requite, 
 Which thought to make the world Hell's corridor. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 SANCTA FIDELITAS 
 
 OST holy faith our fathers held 
 Thro blasts of hato and obloquy, 
 Us a like precious faith shall weld 
 In stout fidelity to Thee. 
 
 Close in Thy grasp divine, we hold 
 Tight to our hearts that holy gift. 
 Wherewith the Lord Christ, as of old 
 So now, doth loyal souls uplift. 
 
 Not place, nor name, nor learning, skill, 
 Nor wealth, nor praise of men, — not these 
 Can Thy demand our trust fulfil : 
 But lifted eyes and bended knees. 
 
 The mission of that faith is yet 
 To do whatso the Spirit saith. 
 To cleave to Christ in boundless debt, 
 To love whoe'er He welcometh. 
 
 Erect and confident we stand 
 To fight faith's fight, nor once deny 
 The Grace that holds us by the hand 
 And leads us straight to Christ on high. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 THE TWENTY SEVENTH DIVISION 
 
 NOW THEY COME ! Great city, wake ! 
 Thy boys come home ! While the music swells, 
 Let Old Glory her manifold stars outbreak ! 
 Peal forth, ye hi^h, proud bells ! 
 
 Up they come ! those sturdy men. 
 Rank upon rank upon rank the^^ swing 
 Back from the fight. They're here again ! 
 Glorious peace they bring. 
 
 Up they come ! Far-crashing cheers 
 Billow the avenue up and down. 
 Arches and banners and joyful tears 
 Speak for the dear old town. 
 
 Up they come, while with them stride 
 Shades of the brave who those colors bore ; 
 Battle-crowned victors march side by side 
 With those who come no more ! 
 
 Up they come, who lived or fell,— 
 All of the regiments ! Liberty holds 
 To her heart her soldiers. Close and well 
 One broad flag them enfolds. 
 
 Up they come ! While sire to son 
 Tells the day of a hundred years,— 
 Task completed and victorj^ won, — 
 That Black Death disappears. 
 
 Comes the last man ! Files of light. 
 Bronzed in the war-flame, on ye tread 1 
 Till America can forget your might. 
 Your columns shall be sped. 
 
 March 25, 1919. 
 
THE APPEAL OF THE CITY 
 
 THESE urban ways, with varied clamor 
 Of men, the dinning wheel and hammer, 
 Sound such a song as overvies 
 Soft murmuring streams and pastoral skies. 
 
 The bold momentum, swift explosion 
 Of energy, the hard erosion. 
 Tumult of passion, tangled toil,— 
 These too are a great h^ric spoil. 
 
 Tenement, towered cathedral, prison, . 
 Bells, harbor-lights, weird ships arisen 
 From distant seas, all Hogarth saw, 
 Imagination hold in awe. 
 
 Artistry, thief-lore, tides onstreaming 
 Of longing faces, shouting, dreaming. 
 The litan}^ of love, lust, care, 
 Electric shadows everywhere. 
 
 Epitome of wealth and wanting. 
 The lonely pain, the hectic flaunting, 
 The high acclaim, the panting strife, — 
 The clanging loom of human life ! 
 
 Avenues, bye-lanes, glomeration 
 In seethe and surge from every nation, 
 The pleading poor, the sybarite, 
 The urging day, the swaying night. 
 
 Fieldway or forest, nothing rural 
 Can overvoice this multimural, 
 This pulsing hope, the fear that broods 
 This wilderness of solitudes ! 
 
 Oh, theatre of tragic wonder! 
 Pity and terror bend hereunder. 
 He that hath soul and eyes to see 
 Findeth amazing poetry. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 THE HUNS 
 
 THE caustic and maniacal array, 
 Torch, mordant steel, the whining bullet's search, 
 The foul wet trenches, shells on murdering way, 
 Curses of men abandoned in the lurch 
 Of the hot countercharge, — this is their War! 
 Screaming of tortured souls, the wherret thud 
 Of lead gone home, unintermittent roar, 
 The dripping bayonet, the crimsoned mud. 
 The reeking surgeons ! Who can now ignore 
 This hideousness? Determined, in the shock 
 And strain the vermined troops push on. 
 They fear : but fight. The grisly front of death 
 Shadows the world. In crashing unison 
 Terror and horror blend. That One Who saith,— 
 " My peace I give " ! seems gone away ! Man, spent 
 In envy's naked feud. His light denies ! 
 Silent, beyond Earth's smoking firmament. 
 The permanent stars shine, like wondering eyes. 
 This the indictment evermore to be 
 Of them who wreaked their foul conspiracy. 
 
 Damning enough ! Yet, more is there to tell 
 
 Of wreck and larceny in Northern France ! 
 
 Premeditated, scientific hell 
 
 These brutes wrought. Not one bitter circumstance 
 
 Of cruelty and havoc was at lack. 
 
 Enormous plunder, wholesale ruin, smote 
 
 A nation's best to wilderness of wrack 
 
 And dearth. Shall petty words, that prate and dote 
 
 And dream, these vandal infamies undo ! 
 
 What but a broad replevin can be just ? 
 
 That justice mast be done ! Else we pursue 
 
 A phantom peace and tread the volcano's crust I 
 
 Bland phrase but mocks the hour, its babble void 
 
 Of recompense for what black hate destroyed. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 DELIVERANCE 
 
 IN all m}' soul's emergencies, 
 Surprising troubles, sudden pain, 
 I grasp the only Word that frees, 
 The Hand that can alone sustain. 
 
 This wild strife will be overpast. 
 I shall His wealth of pity find. 
 The day will break. His Sun at last 
 Will purge the eyes that sorrows blind. 
 
 MONOSYLLABLES 
 
 1919. 
 
 SHARP was the night and fierce the noon, 
 Blear clouds hid close the stars and Moon : 
 But there are signs of shore. Shall hope : 
 
 Not find its quest and love its scope ? 
 
 It must be so. It is to be. 
 That is not all which now I see ; 
 
 An art is in the scant, thin day, j 
 
 Which has at last its word to say. j 
 
 So what I do and in so far j 
 
 As I can see the things that are, ] 
 
 Steers my small boat safe to the strand. 
 Where I ma}^ tread the good, bright land. 
 
 There when the long, harsh way is done, j 
 
 There lies great peace for all who won, j 
 
 O'er the wan seas, a port at last ^ 
 
 And made their own the calm and blast. 
 
 1919. 
 
THE QUESTIONER 
 
 WITH this great load of years between that day 
 And mine, Socrates, I love what then 
 Showed thee a man. Thy deep sagacity 
 So curiously peered into the soul, 
 The undermost reality to find. 
 One long interrogation was thy path, 
 Searching this complex world to simplify 
 And so arrive at mind's elusive goal. 
 All men thy clinic served. Each one his word 
 Gave to thy query, strangely guided on 
 By step and step inevitable, till 
 The full conclusion stood with open door. 
 Thy very frankness and good humor bade 
 A temper of surrender to thy course, 
 Where all was so sincerely plausible. 
 
 1919 
 
 ORTHOEPY 
 
 SOUGH neatly rhymes with rough and tough : 
 But not with cough, dough, hough, through, plough. 
 Now surely that is quite enough, 
 My puzzled Frenchman, for a single bough. 
 
 1919. 
 
 THE TIMELESS LIFE 
 
 AS the stars seem to melt in morning light, 
 For that the nearer Sun baffles our eyes : 
 Yet reappear when he fades from our sight ; 
 So they who for a little from our skies 
 Have lapsed into the day, shall rearise 
 When twilight depths disclose the eternal height. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 THE ALTERNATIVE 
 
 OUR Country, right or wrong ! " Not so. 
 Decatur said it : but well we know 
 That rectitude only can bless the land, 
 That w^rong is a treacherous stair of sand. 
 Brave shall we be on the firing line, 
 When our colors in stainless honor shine. 
 TV ho does not protest his country's sin, 
 Distempers the cause he seeks to win. 
 Who would not from her misdeeds dissent, 
 Hastens the day of her chastisement. 
 Broad and just must our standards be ; 
 Shrewd violence mocks democracy. 
 
 For God has the last word ! Man or state 
 Must reckon with that. There lieth a fate 
 For such as care but for place and pelf, 
 With no concernment except for self. 
 By that beauteous oriflamme that floats 
 Far in the front, let all our throats 
 Sound the recall to righteousness, 
 Baffle what wrongs-soever distress. 
 Duteous love with liberty 
 Make right our might from Sea to Sea ; 
 So shall the hosts of light upstand. 
 While truth and freedom preserve the land. 
 
 1919. 
 
 MAN'S SPIRIT GOD'S CANDLE 
 
 LET them who now resist Thy ban, 
 Thou Holy Ghost, be turned again. 
 Reclaim the needy souls of men. 
 Sweep the great world with fire and fan. 
 
 Thou Who didst brood upon the deep, 
 Ere void and chaos knew Thy sway, 
 Let there be light ! Awake from sleep 
 The wildered millions, far astray. 
 
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 Unveil the glories of Thy might. 
 Witness Thy wonders to the lost. 
 Recovering us to heavenly sight, 
 Unfold a wider Pentecost. 
 
 We wait Thy victorj^ overlong, 
 We have forgotten Who Thou art : 
 But Thy decrees are deep and strong 
 And these dun clouds Thy power can part. 
 
 Dare we to speak against that call 
 Which summons us to holiness? 
 Open our hearts, that one and all 
 Be moved to find how God can bless ! 
 
 If we have not so much as heard 
 What Thine indwelling is, bestow 
 Thy joy, that every deed and word 
 May answer Thy great overflow ! 
 
 1919. 
 
 THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 LORD, Thou art ready to make even me 
 A proof of Thy live power, to clean my heart, 
 To grant my restless soul's prosperity, 
 To satisfy mj^ mind of vv'hat Thou art. 
 
 That I may greet the Spirit's real life 
 And know as also I to Thee am known. 
 Be Thou my present help and in the strife 
 Of sense and reason be my guide alone. 
 
 Thy kingdom is the realm of loving wills, 
 Obedient, gentle, ever listening. 
 Finding near by the service that fulfils 
 The errands of their human-hearted King. 
 
 Time is but part of mine eternity ; 
 Life is mysteriously simple. Thou, 
 To help and heal and share Thy sympathy- 
 And learn a Saviour's purpose, grant me now. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 HIS TABERNACLE 
 
 THE open secret of the Lord 
 Is with those souls who know Him near 
 And speak with Him. This doth afford 
 A love that casteth out all fear. 
 
 His heavenly fabric robes their hearts, 
 Glories invisible they see ; 
 At hand and willing, He imparts 
 His inexhaustibility. 
 
 He listens to that whispering 
 Which trusts itself to His blest hands 
 And whatsoe'er to Him we bring 
 His tender welcome understands. 
 
 Such freedom is that joyful bond. 
 That paradox of privacy. 
 Wherein love lives, to find beyond 
 All words a glorious liberty ! 
 
 Beleaguered by the hosts of care, 
 Beset by hot temptation's call. 
 Faith's arrow challenges the air,— 
 Intimate helps celestial fall. 
 
 Courageous hope uplifts her face 
 To catch the light from Him Who runs 
 To His child's cry. Naught can displace 
 Their peace who are His hidden ones. 
 
 Make mine a habitable heart, 
 Spirit ! Christ, be formed in me I 
 My Father, to Thine arms I dart, 
 At home, secure, assured in Thee ! 
 
 1919. 
 
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 THE IMPARTIAL CHRIST 
 
 NOT for the few did the Redeemer come: 
 But that all needy lives in Him might share. 
 He knew no paltry caste, nor was he dumb 
 To any cry of want : but everywhere 
 His arms stretched wide. The Son of Man His prayer 
 Made for humanity's sad, total sum. 
 
 That the one Father's name might hallowed be, 
 He claimed for His all who were wandering. 
 He welcomed sinners, pain and poverty. 
 To His vast love. So His true Church must fling 
 All barriers down, must learn the song to sing 
 That everyone can join. His grace is free ! 
 
 And shall we not declare the common good 
 That answers His unchanging covenant ? 
 If men, thro us, have Him misunderstood. 
 Standing apart and wondering if He meant 
 All that He said, time is that we repent ! 
 It were a changed world, were we what we should. 
 
 Dare we leave that His broad command untried. 
 Making His house a house of merchandise? 
 Nominal vows have His great name denied 
 Before men. He, Who hears the lowliest cries, 
 Cares for all souls. If we one waif despise 
 And shut excluding doors, He stays outside ! 
 
 1919. 
 
 TRANSFORMATION 
 
 UPLIFT, God, the gates of grace. Bestow 
 Thy help that Man his real life may know. 
 Open wide Thy holy hand. 
 Confirm Thy peace on every shadowed land. 
 
 Convert these dismal strifes to have Thy mind, 
 The coiling folds of selfishness unbind. 
 Hand to hand, let souls agree 
 To welcome Thy dear law of liberty. 
 
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 So perfect freedom shall attain Th}^ vray 
 And follow unto God's great holiday. 
 Bound in lovmg righteousness, 
 This troubled world shall cease its long distress. 
 
 One Sun shines down. Beneath a common light 
 Our tasks we share with all who toil aright. 
 Neath one sky, we breathe one air. 
 Thy children hear the same birds sing Thy care. 
 
 We yearn for Thee, Who must all wrongs undo. 
 Cleansing the peoples inwise, thro and thro ; 
 Come ! — Thine own true fruits to bring, 
 One good new Earth Thy presence answering. 
 
 1919. 
 
 BE OF GOOD CHEER 
 
 THE First and Last and Living One 
 Attends mine every cry, 
 Doth, to my cheer, when I'm undone, 
 Right speedily draw nigh. 
 
 My path He knows. He thinks on me. 
 He heeds my needy prayer ; 
 In every sore despondency 
 My trust is in His care. 
 
 He raiseth my severe estate ; 
 My soul, suffused with peace, 
 The whispers of His love can wait 
 And rest in His release. 
 
 Return unto content, my soul. 
 Fixed is my heart on His ; 
 These clouds will rend. I, all whit whole. 
 Shall see Him as He is. 
 
 Thro task and pain my comfort, Thou 
 Dost lead by torch and rod. 
 Thy blessed day dawns even now. 
 My guide, my goal, my God 1 
 
 1919. 
 
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 THE ONLY BOND 
 
 LET us now go even to Bethlehem's inn, 
 To see what then God did of old declare, 
 What by the singing angels did begin 
 With them who kept their shepherd night-watch there. 
 
 One only star of hope Thy holy Cross ! 
 Which leadeth out the long-bewildered search 
 And countervails a vain world's shame and loss. 
 The one true League of Nations is Thy Church ! 
 
 Monarch and mob must yield themselves thereto, 
 Or know the awful law of lawlessness. 
 The whilom anarchy Love can undo, 
 Love only cure Time's measureless distress. 
 
 Envy and pride and slavery grovelling 
 To false authority, men's souls have wrenched 
 Away from God. Unfathomed suffering 
 Meets them whose hands against the Christ are clenched ! 
 
 The sluice of crime He, He alone, can check. 
 His deathless word, not impotent or vague, 
 Can save mankind, restore this hideous wreck, 
 Cast out the demon legion, stay the plague. 
 
 Fragment expedients of diplomacy 
 Heal not the fierce distemper,— soothe the ache 
 Of the void heart. He saith '' Come unto Me '* 
 And ye a rest ye dreamed not of shall take. 
 
 Athirst and worn, stricken world, come home I 
 The Great Physician waits thy woe to cure. 
 From His redeeming life no longer roam, 
 Hail His divine, almighty overture. 
 
 1919. 
 
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 LUCIFER 
 
 Isaiah, 14:22. Ezekiel, 28:14-19. 
 
 NONE can elude Thy holy love 
 Who longs to comprehend Thy will. 
 Within, about, beneath, above, 
 All duteous spirits it doth fill. 
 
 Who are not subject to Thy mind 
 Must wander evermore from Thee, 
 Unless they true submission find 
 And find but there felicity. 
 
 Plunged low in Luciferian pride 
 We break away from truth, to sin 
 Against Thy light, to override 
 Thy law and deadliest choice begin. 
 
 Lest we depart from Thee at last 
 And sink by our temerity, 
 May Thy good Spirit bind us fast 
 In love that moves obediently. 
 
 The one antithesis of light 
 In God is crude and false self-life. 
 Whose foolish heart goes dark with night 
 That hath it« doom in noisome strife. 
 
 1919. 
 
 THE IMPARTIALITY OF CHRIST 
 
 ONE and the same Thy Spirit binds, 
 Dividing as He will to each 
 Diversities of gifts— en winds 
 All souls whom He doth teach. 
 
 Dare not impeach His one control, 
 Or frustrate grace that surely bands 
 Those whom His mighty power makes whole 
 And whom His love commands. 
 
One Lord, one faith, one plenitude^ 
 Bonds in the peace of God's embrace 
 All suppliant hearts. His fatherhood 
 Is one in every place. 
 
 That unity none shall impugn. 
 What God hath cleansed is gladly owned 
 Clean every whit. Faith must commune 
 With all His Cross atoned. 
 
 We hold in love Christ's brothei-hood ; 
 For whoso as true child belongs 
 To Him, on all beseecheth good 
 Who make His statutes songs. 
 
 1919. 
 
 EASTER DAY 
 
 TAKE, Redeemer, our holy rejoicings 
 Giver of Life ! 
 Our full gratitude heartily voicing. 
 Ended the strife, 
 
 Death abolished, Thy triumph completed, 
 Victoiy won ! 
 
 Man's last enemy fled and defeated ; 
 Hail Thee I God's Son! 
 
 By Thine agony opened the portal ! 
 Thou art the Door! 
 
 Light hath broken in splendors immortal ;■ 
 Hail, evermore ! 
 
 Help was laid upon One Who is mighty, 
 Radiant King! 
 
 Hear again, as our latest Venite 
 Thankful we sing. 
 
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 Dawns the beautiful Easterly story, 
 On this first day ! 
 
 Fear and sorrow Immaculate Glory 
 Beareth away. 
 
 All Thy wonderful, wide re-creation 
 Man shall receive. 
 
 Thine the tragedy, ours the salvation ;— ^ 
 Lord, we believe ! 
 
 1919. 
 
 ALIVE FOREVERMORE 
 
 WE have an Altar. That one offering 
 Was made the final, superb sacrifice. 
 There the last Priest was slain, the only King, 
 Before the ribaldry and soldiers' dice. 
 
 There was the veil rent sheer, the Living Way 
 Up to the holiest was opened wide. 
 The pillars of the Earth did bend and sway 
 When the spear pierced His heart for us Who died. 
 
 By that unspeakable catastrophe 
 Of Love transfixed, of contradiction's spite, 
 Of that inhuman hate and obduracy. 
 Thou hast brought immortality to light. 
 
 Thou Who didst overcome that livid wrong 
 And finished Thine emancipating deed. 
 We lift with broken voice the Victory song. 
 Beseeching Thee for us to intercede. 
 
 Sign us with the great Sign of pain divine. 
 Hide us, forgiven, in Thy wounded side. 
 Thou Who didst bear our sins, upon us shine 
 With all the glory of this Easter-tide ! 
 
 1919. 
 
70 
 
 ST. SOPHIA 
 
 A THOUSAND years of Christian praise, 
 Then came the Turk to desecrate 
 That shrine of Holy Wisdom, raze 
 The name of Christ, obliterate 
 Those glorious mosaics, smear 
 That throned Redeemer m the dome. 
 But still on the bronze gates appear 
 Those words— "/am the Door.'' The tome 
 Of Time reopens at that place ! 
 The life-scroll makes that Claimant good. 
 His whole palimpsest Love shall trace. 
 Years twenty-three-score hath it stood. 
 As Sultan's and false prophet's mosque, 
 While cimetar prolonged its fate. 
 Muezzins call from high kiosk 
 O'er the Greek city, while await 
 The days of God. The Crescent now 
 Is but a waning Moon. The sword 
 Pierces the vampire, while the vow 
 Of Constantine lives on. Thou Lord 
 Of ages, come ! Reclaim Thine own ! 
 Let Thy Cross shine aloft, that fane 
 A citadel of light, down throwTi 
 The long contempt, let soon again 
 The holy chant reverberate 
 Thro those reconsecrated aisles. 
 Redeem their splendor. Reinstate 
 The rites of Grace. While Heaven smiles 
 Across the straits, the last crusade 
 His day wins, Who alone is great. 
 Let our high hope be undismayed. 
 Blessed and Only Potentate! 
 
 1919. 
 
71 
 
 ^'EYEN BARNABAS" 
 ''I do not make void the grace of God ^' 
 
 ONE Lord, one faith, one true baptism 
 Unite our hearts to all who love 
 A Saviour's cross and with no schism 
 Clasp what His pity seamless wove. 
 
 Exorcise, Lord, each headstrong pride 
 That would obtrude a separate claim ; 
 Forbid that aught do them divide 
 Who cast out devils in Thy name. 
 
 Where spiritual fruits are borne, 
 Where faithful life attests His trees, 
 God's orchard is. Unholy scorn 
 Convert, to learn Thy sympathies I 
 
 If God gave unto them like gift, 
 As unto us when we believed. 
 Who are we to withstand, to drift 
 From grace which all alike received ? 
 
 Thme other sheep of many a fold 
 Thou shepherdest! We dare not boast 
 'Gainst the Vine branches, overbold 
 To contradict the Holy Ghost ! 
 
 Prevent these fond conceits and whip 
 Away this shame ! In one accord 
 Bind us in full companionship 
 With all who call Christ Jesus Lord. 
 
 1919. 
 
 FOLLOW ME 
 
 SAGES or nobles, knight or royalty, 
 The varied upmost of the land, 
 These, none, were in that company 
 Christ made His sacramental band. 
 
Plain men were His ambassadors ; 
 He chose them from the common throng; 
 So thus His wisdom still ignores 
 Distinctions that to Time belong. 
 
 The low^ly opportunity 
 Of humble souls is dear to Him. 
 He lifts them up to high degree 
 And sets them with His cherubim. 
 
 Not loud along the praising street. 
 Nor with the glorying roll of drums : 
 But there where peace and quiet meet 
 All unobserved His kingdom comes. 
 
 He made the simple human way 
 The way of life. He biddeth still 
 Apostles to that path of day, 
 As the glad pupils of His will. 
 
 1919. 
 
 AC VALE! 
 
 GOODNIGHT! Goodbye! 
 Our old dear days are done. 
 Soon must I lie 
 Away from the bright Sun. 
 No scent of rose 
 Nor thy sweet breath is there, 
 No touch of those 
 Soft tresses of white hair. 
 Now as I cease 
 Give me that shining smile, 
 Which with such peace 
 Blest me this lovely while. 
 Kiss me once more. 
 God knows. All must be right. 
 Love's feet stand at the door. 
 Goodbye ! Goodnight ! 
 
 1919. 
 
73 
 
 WHEN HIRELINGS FLEE 
 
 GOOD Shepherd, Thy flock Thou wilt ever defend, 
 To gather them safe to Thy fold. [hold 
 
 Thou dost call them by name; not one lamb from Thy 
 The wolf in the darkness shall rend. 
 
 They are safe in Tliy guidance. They know Thy true voice, 
 Who didst lay down Thy life for their care. 
 On Thy shoulder the lost one ail-tenderly bear 
 Where Thy rescues the angels rejoice. 
 
 Good Lord, when the number of those who are Thine 
 Is made up, Oh, for me find a place, 
 Who besought Thy protection and trusted Thy grace ; 
 Indestructible Love, on me shine! 
 
 1919. 
 
 A TEMPO 
 
 BE Thy Church militant indeed, 
 God, to serve with life and lip, 
 Holding aloft her holy creed, 
 Locked in Thy sure companionship. 
 
 Boldly Thy word would we declare. 
 Heeding life's great alternatives, 
 Follow our Captain close and dare 
 To triumph in the tasks He gives. 
 
 Not by loquacity and form : 
 But confident, sincere and brave. 
 May we adorn the doctrine, warm 
 His rights to tell our life Who gave. 
 
 Thy Holy Presence go with us, 
 That we may storm each frow^ning fosse, 
 Bear high Thy battle-flag and thus 
 Share in the victory of Thy Cross ! 
 
 1919. 
 
74 
 
 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE 
 
 AMAZING prodigality of feeling, 
 Insatiable longing, melody 
 Of liquid fire, matrix of beauty, sea 
 Rocking with storm, in smiting wrath onreeling, 
 Or calm beneath cool stars, vast depths concealing 
 Lost men and splintered treasure ;— such thou wert 
 As else was none. Prismatic splendors girt 
 Thy robes of song. An eagle, poised and wheeling, 
 In dizzy sweep, swam in the crystal blue. 
 When soared thy daring and ecstatic words. 
 Wan spectre, angel, thro those tremulous skies 
 Up, up, thy passion sprang, Yet, heavenly true, 
 Thy child ward love outsang the throats of birds. 
 Thou man apart, of strange perversities ! 
 
 Torrent of flame, this gentle, violent, 
 Tumultuous mind ! Wild love and flagrant hates 
 Chanting enchanted verse, while palpitates 
 His fluted voice, or shrieks his rage unpent. 
 Revolt and rapture, hectic, vehement, 
 Tingled and strove, like flashes of blue swords. 
 All vying gems bestrewed those lyric chords. 
 Bald iron ;— boughs with Hera's gold fruit bent ! 
 Proud scholar, vain, scornful and generous, 
 He wove or thrust. No elegy can spell 
 That angry genius challenging his fate ! 
 Wild laurels top that dark sarcophagus. 
 Dear friends he had . They knew and loved him well. 
 None shall his rebel music desecrate. 
 
 1919. 
 
75 
 
 TRANSFOmiATION 
 
 DEATH shall be life ! With vast surprise 
 That flowing tide will cheer mine eyes. 
 When loud winds fold the flocking foam 
 And steer me thro the straits, to roam 
 Afar no more, then shall the skies 
 Of stars, which daylight here denies. 
 With golden lamps all glooms chastise. 
 Beat heart, thou mortal metronome ! 
 Death shall be life. 
 
 With supreme end of Time's surmise, 
 Hastens that dawn when doubting dies. 
 Heading aright the palindrome 
 Of dreams, the wanderer, safe at home, 
 Shall greet his heavenly allies. 
 Death shall be life ! 
 
 1917. 
 
 TRIUNITY 
 
 THE past is past. Our hearts leap to renew 
 The olden love. Dear England and dear France, 
 We pledge for good and all ! No hesitance 
 Shall rend us now : but blithe hope answer you 
 And each to each ally one faith prove true. 
 When England's family gathers, we will share; 
 When Lafayette calls, our souls will be there ; 
 Nothing shall this high chivalry undo. 
 We are blood-brothers now. Our hands enclasp. 
 Brew the metheglin ! Bring the backlog in I 
 While Time's kaleidoscope whirls us together 
 Our tricolors are blended. One strong grasp 
 Clamps our predestinies. Mid Earth's wild din 
 We interlock, tho storm or shine the weather. 
 
 1919. 
 
76 
 
 CHILDREN OF THE PROMISE 
 
 FOR aye, God, Thy covenant endures ; 
 " To you and to your children,'^ speaks Thy word. 
 That birthright pledge our boldest trust assures ; 
 Thou wilt perform what ancient ages heard. 
 
 Thine after Law could never disannul 
 The Gospel promised to believing seed. 
 That family heritage Time cannot dull ; 
 All households of the Faith are Thine indeed. 
 
 That elder and this later sacrament 
 Make one transcendent oath to bind them in 
 The bonds of life, who in pure love are sent 
 To share what Thou with Abraham didst begin. 
 
 Thou for our babes wilt recognise the claim 
 Of true-born members in Thy mercy's fold ! 
 Thus we baptize them in Thy holy name, 
 With prayer that fast their privilege they hold. 
 
 For all who are far off, estranged from grace, 
 We pray that they too, undeprived, may come 
 Where children's children meet a Father's face, 
 The ark of one true Parenthood their home. 
 
 1919. 
 
 THE LORD IS THAT SPIRIT 
 
 ALL pervading, never fading 
 Light of them who long for Thee ! 
 Reinstating, penetrating, 
 Bind Thy strong behests on me. 
 
 When I wander here and yonder, 
 By Thy stern rebuke recall ; 
 Let me hear it, blessed Spirit, 
 Lest from Thine embrace I fall. 
 
77 
 
 All my going let Thy showing 
 Guide in free obedience. 
 Calm and steady, ever ready 
 May I bide Thy sure defence. 
 
 Life were dreary, blank and weary, 
 Wert Thou absent from my days. 
 Boundless Giver, Oh, deliver ! 
 Lest my heart forget Thy ways. 
 
 Flood of Healing, ever sealing 
 Hope, the Earnest of that life 
 Where resounding, all-abounding 
 Praise attests the end of strife ! 
 
 Make me lonely for Thee only, 
 Be my measureless desire ; 
 Undeceive me, never leave me, 
 Fill me with Thy holy fire ! 
 
 Light has left me and bereft me, 
 When I sinned against Thy grace : 
 But repenting. Thou relenting 
 Hast again revealed Thy face. 
 
 I am falling, faintly calling, 
 Poor and needy : Thou dost think 
 On my striving ; now reviving. 
 Let me not abandoned sink. 
 
 This my pleading ; interceding 
 For my good, accept my prayer ; 
 Oh, recover. Heavenly Lover, 
 One who overstepped Thy care I 
 
 1919. 
 
KNEELING 
 
 (Rewritten from William Bright, 1874.) 
 
 NOW, Father, mindful of that Holy Love, 
 That in great pain redeemed us once for all 
 And now that ever lives to plead above, 
 Our thankful hearts here at Thy footstool fall. 
 No vain oblation dares invoke Thine eyes : 
 But one supreme, pure, ageless sacrifice. 
 
 Behold our true memorial of Him, 
 Who for us smote the lion and the bear 
 And saved us whole ! Who offered life and limb, 
 That we His sinless victory might share. 
 This bread of life, this wine of God, we take 
 And in remembrance live, for Thy Son's sake. 
 
 Then, Father, look on His anointed face, 
 Consider us alone as found in Him : 
 Look not on our misusings of Thy grace. 
 Our prayer so languid and our faith so dim ; 
 Between our sinfulness and its reward 
 Stands that High Priest, the Hol^^ One, our Lord ! 
 
 Also for those our dearest and our best, 
 By Thy transfusing presence we appeal. 
 Oh. fold them closer to Thy mercy's breast 
 And do Thine utmost for their souls' true weal. 
 Prevailing Life, crushed, broken, for their sake, 
 Crown with Thy strength the ransom Thou didst make ! 
 
 Christ, forget us not ! Thyself come near 
 To be our souls' food. Give abundant peace. 
 Thou Lamb of God ! Thy love cast out all fear. 
 Thy Cross and Passion grant us full release. 
 By this obedience pledge us still to be 
 Thy \erj own to all eternity ! 
 
 1919. 
 
GOD THE ONLY TRAIL 
 
 BEHOLD the quarrels of mankind 
 With Thee and intervene to show 
 How incoherently and blind 
 They worship what they do not know. 
 
 This haste for only what is seen 
 Refuses all life's upward range, 
 Snatches at gain and doth but lean 
 Toward the poor bribe of Time and change. 
 
 On that must fail us soon we set 
 Our anxious thought, thus but to lose 
 The intransmu table, forget 
 And forfeit what our powers abuse. 
 
 We lay up treasure in the dust, 
 A toilsome hoard : when presently 
 We find that thief, the moth, the rust, 
 Leave nothing for eternity I 
 
 We wander on in a vain show. 
 The passing scene distracts our eyes ; 
 Suddenly bankrupt, out we go 
 From all this hollow enterprise. 
 
 * A Stranger, naked, hungry, sick, 
 ' In prison : but ye did not see 
 
 * 'T was /that waited ! To the quick 
 ' I longed, unrecognized by thee ! 
 
 * So, ever busy here and there, 
 
 * Thy one chance at the prize of love 
 
 * Escaped thee ! Baubles everywhere 
 
 * Lured and betrayed thy part above. 
 
 1919. j 
 
80 
 
 MIRIAM AGAIN 
 Exodus XV. 
 
 SING, Israel, wide and wider,— 
 God hath triumphed gloriously ! 
 By His strong hand, horse and rider 
 Silent lie in that dark sea. 
 Thro whose parted floods Thy rod 
 Led the way Thy freedmen trod. 
 
 They who would God's Israel slaughter 
 Dared Thy dooming tide of wrath. 
 Whelmed beneath the toppling water 
 Hosts of fury found their scath. 
 Sing, above the roaring sea, 
 This far shore of liberty ! 
 
 Let the aliens tremble, hearing 
 All that mighty overthrow 
 And Thy wonderful appearing. 
 Bidding Thine own people go. 
 Harp and trumpet tell Thy praise 
 Unto everlasting days. 
 
 On, thro every sounding hollow, 
 Lead Thy children as Thy wards ! 
 So let Thy one Israel follow. 
 So engulf the hostile swords. 
 Crown Him, AVho such peace affords, 
 King of kings and Lord of lords ! 
 
 1919. 
 
 THE INFOLDED ONE 
 
 WE bow before Thy mystery, 
 Thine indivisibility. 
 Thy triple claim. Thou Three in One, 
 Binds us, or else were hope undone. 
 
 Creator, Word and Spirit ! we 
 Bend low to Thy Tri-Unity ; 
 Father, Redeemer, Paraclete, 
 In Thee are faith and force complete. 
 
81 
 
 Our nature answers what Thou art 
 Who bare, reclaimed, renewed my heart. 
 Child, trophy, fulness of Thy life,— 
 Here endeth questioning and strife. 
 
 Thou one true God to us hast shown 
 Thy threefold Being. Thus alone 
 Unitedly our souls adore 
 And wonder, now and evermore. 
 
 holy, blessed, glorious, Light ! 
 To everlasting is Thy right ; 
 So lift we prayer and praise to Thee, 
 Thou undivided Trinity ! 
 
 1919. 
 
 THE PORTICO 
 
 A CURTAIN falls between me and the light. 
 A haunting doom shades all the pearly scene. 
 Draws near the beautiful and solemn night ; 
 Soon must I go. All the unknown between 
 This portiere of Time and that remote 
 Sounds, like a far off bird, its plaintive note. 
 
 Desire and unfulfilment compass me. 
 I peer into the shadows, listening 
 For the faint murmurs of reality, 
 For answer to these hopes that sob and sing. 
 The curtain, waving slowly, silently. 
 Smothers and hides the song or sight to be. 
 
 Yet the great mystery of love foretells 
 That what is transitory shall unfold. 
 Beyond these trammels, joy. Elusive bells 
 Sound a sweet call, whose distances unrolled. 
 When I this orbit leap, will reconcile 
 What now I dream and dare this mortal while. 
 
 1919. 
 
82 
 
 FOUNTAIN OF LIFE 
 
 GOD of the living ! The^^ who have passed thro 
 The veil of death are of that company 
 Which Thou dost guide and nourish. They undo 
 The robes of Time and know the mystery. 
 
 The secret of Thy love is opened wide, 
 Immortal life unfolding. With purged eyes 
 They see the Beauteous One. Naught is denied 
 Of strength and peace, in that supreme surprise. 
 
 No more postponed the high reality 
 Of Thine unseen, surrounding sphere of light. 
 Where now they move within Thy joy, made free 
 From all that once was sorrow, pain and blight. 
 
 There, faith fulfilled in open vision, they, 
 Who walked in shadows, see Him as He is. 
 Idea and image are suffused in day. 
 Christ is forever theirs and they are His. 
 
 There undreamed power and growth eternally 
 Transfigure that pure throng, which, longing, peers 
 On this momentous star. Felicity 
 Does not forget the old, endearing years. 
 
 Consummate Conqueror ! Oh, bring us where 
 Thou art the Lamp, in mansions inexpressed, 
 With that elect companionship to share, 
 In Thine immediate presence ever blest I 
 
 1919. 
 
 OFFERTORY 
 
 FIRST ourselves an offering, 
 Do not our gifts refuse : 
 Take, O Lord, what now we bring 
 And lift for Thee to use. 
 All we have to Thee belongs. 
 Lent to serve Thy grace divine ; 
 Thankful hearts and cheerful songs 
 
 But render what is Thine. 
 
 1919. 
 
83 
 
 THE MORNING WATCH 
 
 LET there be light, God, on this dark star! 
 These rankling* evils shrink our weaiy souls. 
 Brighten the courage which shall stride afar 
 And hail the better day that nearer rolls. 
 
 Let not black fear above our minds prevail : 
 But tingling hope thrill every nerve to act. 
 Thy will to conquer by us cannot fail ; 
 We would be sworn in by Thy deathless pact. 
 
 In the deep heart of man an answer lies. 
 Across the world another dawn outbreaks. 
 From lip to lip a great new message flies ; 
 Thou canst but bless what faith reundertakes. 
 
 1919. 
 
 APPEAL 
 
 O HEAVENLY LOVER, visit Thou our need, 
 That from estranging cares we may be freed ; 
 So, molten in Thy crucible, displace 
 All dross, that we may answer Thy clear face. 
 
 Unworthy, Lord, we dare to name Thy name, 
 Daring to praise Thee and to pray. Thy claim 
 Upon our hearts be nevermore forgot ; 
 Make Thou our being what it yet is not. 
 
 Cleanse us. Restore us. Thro our spirits sweep. 
 Dwell in our natures. Thy full mastery keep. 
 End all our stubborn pride, our foolish strife, 
 To know Thee, Whom to know aright is life. 
 
 1919. 
 
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FIRST LINES 
 
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 A cripple was laid, day by day 17 
 
 A curtain falls between me and the light 81 
 
 A land with great and generous gates 39 
 
 All pervading, never fading 76 
 
 A thousand years of Christian praise 70 
 
 A wondrous music swelling 16 
 
 Amazing prodigality of feeling 74 
 
 Amen and Amen, King Divine 28 
 
 As Simeon in his arms received 10 
 
 As the stars seem to melt in morning light 60 
 
 Art of all arts, Thy praise to make 47 
 
 At bubbling furnace doth the Refiner sit 45 
 
 Behold the quarrels of mankind 79 
 
 Beneath a century of violets 51 
 
 Be Thy Church militant indeed 73 
 
 Bold Belgium ! proud to fight 44 
 
 Break out the Flag! That diadem of stars 2 
 
 Can wc go away from Thee 18 
 
 Cold lieth the old year, this January 46 
 
 Dearest of all the names above 15 
 
 Death shall be life ! With vast surprise 75 
 
 Encompassed by distress 22 
 
 First ourselves an offering 82 
 
 Float on, thou sign of morning 4 
 
 For aye, God, Thy covenant endures 76 
 
 God of the living ! Those who have passed 82 
 
 Goodnight! Goodbye! 72 
 
 Good Shepherd, Thy flock Thou wilt 73 
 
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 Guidon of world-wide liberty 2 
 
 Hushed was the evening temple hymn 16 
 
 If that were all! If but the memory 53 
 
 In all my soul's emergencies 59 
 
 In endless droves the flaunting host 35 
 
 It is the iight of faith, a real fight 51 
 
 Keenly the bugles wind 8 
 
 Land Ho ! On all the winds one song 38 
 
 Let not a parody of freedom gain 50 
 
 Let the blessed company 30 
 
 Let them who now resist Thy ban 61 
 
 Let there be light, God, on this 83 
 
 Let us now go even to Bethlehem's inn 62 
 
 Let Zion's children all arise 18 
 
 Lord, my quivering need is such 12 
 
 Lord, show us what we need to see 32 
 
 Lord, Thou art ready to make even me 62 
 
 Mount and away I It feareth thee 42 
 
 Most holy faith our father's held 55 
 
 My soul Thy candle, Lord 12 
 
 None can elude Thy holy love 67 
 
 Not by resistance now is Christ reslain 40 
 
 Not for the few did the Redeemer come 64 
 
 Now, Father, mindful of that Holy Love 78 
 
 Now glory be, in all the lands 49 
 
 Now they come ! Great city, wake 56 
 
 Conquering Galilean ! 6 
 
 Heavenly Lover, visit Thou our need 83 
 
 One and the same Thy Spirit binds 67 
 
 One Lord, one faith, one true baptism 71 
 
 Only in Thy name, Lord, can peace 49 
 
 On that Damascus way 10 
 
 " Our Country, right or wrong ! '' Not so 61 
 
 Our humble orisons we lift 41 
 
 Strength unwearied, Grace unspent 11 
 
Out with it, man, if thou hast aught to say 4 
 
 Sages or nobles, knight or royalty 71 
 
 Serving the needy and the downcast 43 
 
 Sharing once Man's humblest part 13 
 
 Sharp was the night and fierce the noon 59 
 
 Sing, Israel ! wide and wider 80 
 Sit heavy on their souls who sought this war 55 
 
 Some left there are who have not bowed 47 
 
 Sough neatly rhymes with rough and 60 
 
 Staunch paladin of English liberties 52 
 
 Sunshine saddens into earlier twilight 5 
 
 Take, Kedeemer, our holy rejoicing 68 
 
 That determined consummation 31 
 
 The Bell is ringing again 3 
 
 The caustic and maniacal array 58 
 
 The clock has struck ! 'T is yesterday's 1 
 
 The days to come, God, are lodged 33 
 
 The First and Last and Living One 65 
 
 The girl behind the man behind the gun 41 
 
 The open secret of the Lord 63 
 
 The orgy ends, malignity and greed 54 
 
 The past is past. Our hearts leap 75 
 
 The year was nineteen hundred and 24 
 
 There is none cares for what I pen 42 
 
 '' There shall no man see Me and live " 20 
 
 These urban ways, with varied clamor 57 
 
 This is Lexington ! Here they stood 34 
 
 This prophets' school, in love and hope 6 
 
 Thou art God's last word to men 21 
 
 Thou final Sacrifice and Priest 50 
 
 Thou Stone the builders set at naught 8 
 
 Th}' breath, our Lord, once quelling 29 
 
 Thy call doth bid the laborer cease 15 
 
 Thrust in Thy sickle, Christ, ere long 32 
 
 Tiberius was emperor, that day 23 
 
 To Holland's Queen I dare convey 45 
 
 To make the world safe for Democracy 48 
 
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 Uplift, God, the gates of grace 64 
 
 Visit me in wondrous love 37 
 
 Walk with us in the fire. Thou 19 
 
 We are pilgriming home to the City 7 
 
 We bow before Thy mystery 81 
 
 We have an Altar. That one offering 69 
 
 We have fought the fateful fight 9 
 
 We sow not now what is to be 14 
 
 We would be. Lord, companions still 20 
 
 When Time's worst tragedy of hate 36 
 
 Wild years of woe and splendor 46 
 
 With this great load of years between 60 
 
 Would it might be, that nearing quietly 40 
 
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