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CONTENTS 
 
 Breath of the Rose. 
 
 A Summer Dusk. 
 
 The Veil Between- Published " British Friend/' 
 
 July, IQOQ. 
 Dreams of a Far-away World. 
 "Grieve Not Though Round Thee Darkness Fall.' 
 Being. 
 
 Sing, My Heart. 
 At Easter Time. 
 In Maytime. 
 In June. 
 
 Somewhere in Summer-Time. 
 In August. 
 In December. 
 At Christmas Tyde. 
 
 "This Sorry Earth Turns Round and Round." 
 The Fields of Arcady. 
 Mount Hamilton. 
 The Eucalyptus Trees. 
 A Moment at the Open Door. 
 In the Fields and in the Orchards. 
 Faith Goes A-Sailing. 
 A Wind. 
 
 The Things o' Air. 
 
 Haldane's "Pathway to Reality." Vol. II. P. 278. 
 The Lord's Earth — Copyrighted IQ13. 
 "Yea, Lord, Thy will be done." 
 
BREATH OF THE ROSE. 
 
 'Jji REATH of the Rose, 
 
 KJ Caught by the Alchemist's Art, 
 
 I bid thee disclose 
 
 The love that is rife in the heart 
 Go, find a place 
 Mid her papers and letters and things; 
 
 To each give a trace 
 Of that marvelous fragrance that brings 
 
 Past Junes to the mind, 
 Though over us falls winter's night 
 
 And drear is the wind. 
 Then, if she think, read or write, 
 To her sense thou shalt steal, 
 
 Not like a thought that intrudes, 
 But make her to feel 
 
 The presence of Love that illudes 
 Time's dark, ruthless blight, 
 And o'er space and through Change, 
 even Death, 
 
 Sends its soft light 
 And sweet dews, tender warmth, with 
 a Breath. 
 
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 A SUMMER DUSK. 
 
 ( UT of the dark and bosky woods, 
 The sweet winds blow ; 
 By ferny fen the fire-flies glow, 
 
 Flicker and glow; 
 From a shadowy pine a bird calls low, 
 
 Clear and low. 
 Oh, dear is the night when the sweet 
 
 winds blow, 
 And the fire-flies glow, 
 And a bird from the pine calls clear and 
 
 low, 
 Sweet, and clear, and low. 
 
THE VEIL BETWEEN. 
 
 ^LO far hast thou gone since the morning 
 f$ broke! 
 
 So far with the mornings of long 
 ago—; 
 E'en with the first that the new world 
 woke 
 With the gladdening light of the 
 sun's warm glow. 
 And the wall that hides thee, men call 
 Death, 
 But there's only a breath between, 
 my breath. 
 
 So far hast thou gone since the noonday 
 came! 
 So far with the glory that is to be; 
 With a thousand years as a day the same, 
 
 From earthly fetters forever free. 
 And the wall that hides thee, men call 
 Death, 
 But there's only a breath between, 
 my breath. 
 
So near art thou come since the darkness 
 fell! 
 So close is my spirit folded to thee, 
 Touch may not feel and speech cannot 
 tell, 
 Fast bound in the Infinite Love are 
 we. 
 And the veil that hides thee, men call 
 Death, 
 And it is but a breath between, 
 my breath. 
 
DREAMS OF A FAR-AWAY WORLD. 
 
 JfJ REAMS of a far-away world, 
 2£f Echoes of songs unsung; 
 Memory mingled with prophecy 
 Of days that are not begun; 
 
 Vague as a breath in the dark, 
 
 Real as the beat of my heart, 
 Are these things with me unceasingly, 
 
 Of my very being a part. 
 
 Since somewhere in space beyond ken, 
 In the past that beginning had none, 
 
 Each hath been each though the soul found 
 home 
 In ether or heart of stone; 
 
 And, Dear, when I know thee so well, 
 With a knowledge by long eons taught, 
 
 A whisper will wake the far consciousness 
 Of the first that my spirit caught, 
 
And with Love for a certain clue, 
 
 In eternities yet to be, 
 Naught can avail though worlds divide, 
 
 To hold myself from Thee. 
 
 While this seems so true, although 
 
 My hand may not clasp thine, Dear, 
 Why need the years or a continent 
 Shadow the sunshine here? 
 
GRIEVE not, though round thee darkness 
 fall, 
 
 And one sweet day hath met its close. 
 Out of the darkness of the grave 
 
 The dead Christ rose. 
 
BEING. 
 
 NEVER again shall I try, Dearheart, 
 To make thee think I am good or wise; 
 Never by art or guile, Dearheart, 
 To seem the fairer in thine eyes. 
 
 I have been far since we met, Dearheart, 
 
 Was it yestere'en or ages ago? 
 I have been in the still, vast spaces 
 
 That only the soul and God can know. 
 
 Oh, thine every touch is dear, Beloved! 
 
 Never before have I loved thee so; 
 But not by a hair can I hold thee, 
 Sweetheart, 
 
 Thyself, alone, must stay or go. 
 
 Henceforth we must shun all seeming, 
 Dearheart, 
 
 Live in the truth that makes us free, 
 For when one has been alone, with God, 
 
 One only longs to be 
 
SING, MY HEART. 
 
 ^r ING, my heart, a merry song. 
 
 Jimi? The fallen leaves are whirled along, 
 
 The south wind pushes the clouds 
 
 between 
 And sobs in the pine trees' somber green, 
 And some way the tears to my eyes will 
 
 start, 
 So sing a merry song, my heart. 
 
 Sing a merry song, my heart, 
 
 Of joys that stay though joys depart; 
 
 Thou dost know the rollicking tune 
 
 Of drunken bobolinks in June. 
 
 What though flown the gladsome throng? 
 
 Sing, my heart, their merry song. 
 
 Sing, my heart, a merry song. 
 If Hope grows faint, yet Love is strong. 
 Thou dost know Love's every tone, 
 And Love will some day reach its own 
 Though time and space hold far apart, 
 Then sing a merry song, my heart. 
 
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 AT EASTER TIME. 
 
 'ER the gray water and through the gray 
 sky, 
 
 A shimmering light, 
 Bespeaking the joyous, radiant sunshine, 
 Just out of sight. 
 
 Through the gray hedges and through the 
 gray wood 
 
 Gray buds do appear, 
 Truly fortelling that blossoming summer 
 
 Soon will be here. 
 
IN MAY-TIME. 
 
 T^N my garden the roses blossom and 
 ell blow, 
 
 Summer and Autumn and Winter 
 and Spring; 
 By my window the fragrant climbers grow, 
 And small birds flutter and twitter and 
 sing. 
 
 Over my head is a sky of blue, 
 Blue to the far horizon's rim; 
 And the sun shines bright the long day 
 through, 
 Till it slips past the mountains, blue 
 and dim. 
 
 But aye in my heart there is longing and 
 pain 
 For the wild wet winds and the sweet 
 warm rain; 
 For the rosy bloom a-bursting through 
 The bare, brown boughs that the white 
 snows knew. 
 
IN JUNE. 
 
 *Si love the stars, I love the night, 
 W I love the darkness and the light 
 That flashes in our Northern skies, 
 Then trembles, sinks and slowly dies. 
 
 I love the sweet, sweet breath of June, 
 The warm South wind, the drowsy rune 
 
 Of bees among the rustling leaves, 
 
 And swallows nesting 'neath the eaves. 
 
SOMEWHERE IN SUMMER-TIME. 
 
 JjfTERE sunbeams dance, 
 ISP And waters glance, 
 The tender skies bend over; 
 
 And clear is heard 
 
 The song of bird, 
 And sweet the air with clover. 
 
 Here soft winds blow, 
 
 And humming low, 
 The brown bees gather honey; 
 
 Here daisies white 
 
 Sway lithe and light 
 Adown the meadow sunny. 
 
IN DECEMBER. 
 
 ALL the garden is forlorn, 
 The frost has set its cruel 
 mark; 
 The gay chrysanthemums are gone, 
 Their stocks are standing brown 
 and stark. 
 
 Yet in spite of Winter's chill, 
 The violets still breathe perfume, 
 
 And the rosy haws fulfill 
 
 The promise of the summer's bloom. 
 
AT CHRISTMAS TYDE. 
 
 ^|F bitter thoughts thy bosom fill, 
 
 ell Forget them Sweet; 
 
 If any be who wrought thee ill, 
 
 Forgive them, Sweet; 
 For their misdeeds excuses make, 
 On all their sorrows pity take 
 
 As it be meet 
 For Christ's dear sake; 
 That the deep Joy of Heaven above, 
 And the rare Peace of Heavenly Love, 
 May reach thy heart and there abide 
 At Christmas Tyde. 
 
THIS sorry earth turns round and round, 
 Heedlessly whirling the years away. 
 
 But there are whiles are ours to hold, 
 To hold forever and a day. 
 
THE FIELDS OF ARCADY. 
 
 ZtfPl H, the sun is up and the skies are fair, 
 VJJ7 Oh, ho, for the fields of Arcady! 
 The air is sweet beyond compare 
 In the blossoming fields of Arcady. 
 
 And all the flowers, they say, are wet 
 With dew from Heaven, in Arcady; 
 
 Press to the lip, one may forget 
 All grief in the joys of Arcady. 
 
 The path is through a winding way, 
 
 To the happy fields of Arcady, 
 Where sunbeams dance and shadows 
 play 
 With the breeze that fans sweet 
 Arcady. 
 
 The gate with broken hasp stands wide, 
 
 There are no bars to Arcady. 
 The tall trees beckon either side 
 
 Inticing us to Arcady. 
 
Yet all who seek will never find 
 Their way to the fields of Arcady, 
 
 For having eyes are many blind 
 Nor read the signs to Arcady. 
 
 But hasten, hasten, let us go 
 
 While the day is new to Arcady, 
 
 For Sweetheart, listen, the way I know 
 To the fair, far fields of Arcady. 
 
MOUNT HAMILTON. 
 
 fAST wooded slope, round steep 
 defile, 
 We journeyed up the mountain 
 way: 
 Below us, flushed with orchard bloom, 
 Green-walled, the fertile valley lay. 
 
 We stood at last beneath the dome 
 That crowns the summit; bleak 
 and bare, 
 
 Save where scant soil, in creviced rock, 
 Brings forth a blossom, frail and fair. 
 
 We had a glance through magic glass 
 
 That grave men seek with eager eyes, 
 Searching the long and silent nights 
 
 To learn the secrets of the skies 
 
 # 
 Then, Sweet, mine eyes turned toward 
 the East— 
 
 I saw a sky of cloudless blue, 
 But never glass had power to show 
 
 One glimpse of my far land, — or you. 
 
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 THE EUCALYPTUS TREES. 
 HEY rise up into the morning 
 
 yt mist, 
 
 Vast and dreamlike and far away, 
 Pulsing with rose and amethyst 
 And shot with gold from the sun's 
 first ray; 
 And they bear me into an upper air 
 Above Earth's sordidness and care. 
 
 But afternoons when the dry winds 
 blow, 
 And make one shiver with cold,- 
 — or heat, 
 And the sky overhead is blue, blue, blue! 
 And endlessly long seems the dust- 
 white street, 
 And the mountain sides are seared and 
 scarred, 
 Their darksome shadows press too hard. 
 
Stately and still they majestically stand 
 Against the luminous dusk of the sky, 
 
 Catching the last faint gleam of the sun, 
 Holding moon and star in their 
 branches high, 
 
 And with the magic of night set free, 
 They bring far heaven nearer me. 
 
 But afternoons when the dry winds 
 blow, 
 And make one shiver with heat, 
 — or cold, 
 And the sky overhead is blue, blue, 
 blue! 
 And the line of the mountain hard 
 and bold, 
 And the world seems suddenly big 
 and drear, 
 Their darksome shadows crowd 
 too near. 
 
A MOMENT AT THE OPEN DOOR. 
 
 /|1\H, but the world is fair! 
 V?J/ The russet branches there, 
 And yellow, dangling leaves, 
 Now caught by a glint of gold 
 From the sun that weaves 
 A path where the clouds are rolled 
 And tossed and spread 
 Across the blue o'rehead. 
 
 And see how the shadows play 
 O'er the blue hills far away! 
 Was ever a sweeter note 
 Thrust into air, rain-clear, 
 Than this from the yellow throat 
 Of meadow lark hovering near? 
 And the throb of my heart doth 
 
 neither belie, 
 The smile on my lip nor the tear in 
 
 mine eye. 
 
IN THE FIELDS AND IN THE ORCHARDS, 
 
 aN the fields and in the orchards 
 Many flowers fair are blooming, 
 Snowy plum and golden poppy 
 
 All the summer air perfuming ; 
 But a pain is in my heart 
 
 And I fear it's nigh to breaking, 
 With longing for the picture that the 
 snowy sails are making, 
 
 As they're passing to and fro, 
 
 As they passed long, long ago, 
 Now in shade and now in sunlight 
 
 Where the sweet salt breezes blow: 
 Yet the flowers this sunny weather 
 
 Blow their petals all together; 
 Of their bloom small heed I'm taking, 
 For my heart is nigh to breaking, 
 
 And the tears have blurred my sight. 
 
In the fields and in the orchards, 
 Many birds are blithely singing, 
 
 Now a call and now a carol, 
 Now a whistle clearly ringing. 
 
 But a pain is in my heart, 
 
 And I fear it's nigh to breaking, 
 
 With longing for the music that 
 the ocean waves are making, 
 As they beat upon the shore, 
 As they beat in days of yore, 
 
 And the cry of drifting sea-bird 
 And the plash of passing oar. 
 Yet the birds this sunny weather 
 Wake and sing and fly together — 
 I scarce heed their flight or waking, 
 
 For my heart is nigh to breaking, 
 And with tears my sight is blurred. 
 
FAITH GOES A-SAILING. 
 
 ^tjAITH goes a-sailing, a-sailing, 
 ^ a-sailing, 
 
 Faith goes a-sailing into the blue. 
 Hope looks over the waiting water 
 
 To rifted cloud where the sun shines 
 through. 
 
 Love delves down in the dusty dark, 
 Humming a tune once learned from 
 a star, 
 Seeing through trouble, sin and sorrow 
 The Light of Truth shine from 
 afar. 
 
A WIND. 
 
 y^HE sailors that wait in the harbor 
 ^/ o're night, 
 
 Tell of strange things that befall 
 at sea, 
 Of the phantom ships and the false 
 watch-lights. 
 Of the terrible monsters they fight 
 — or flee. 
 
 Their yarns are long, their tales are 
 wide; 
 Some claim what the other man says 
 is untrue, 
 And each likes best to hear his own 
 voice 
 Tell what he has seen or what he would do. 
 
 But they all agree 'bout a curious wind, 
 That sometime or other strikes every 
 ship; 
 And none may guess when, where it 
 will blow, 
 Which vessel 'twill take or which it 
 will skip. 
 
One told of a fleet that was all becalmed, 
 The limp sails mirrored in sky-like 
 sea, 
 Of the restless stillness that held them 
 fast, 
 While time as eternity seemed to be, 
 
 When this strange wind blew, from 
 whence none knew, 
 And seized two ships from all the rest, 
 And carried one to its port in the East, 
 And wrecked the other on rocks in the 
 West. 
 
 One told of a transport, crowded, 
 thronged, 
 With soldiers fierce for the thick of 
 the fight: 
 They studied the chart for the shortest 
 route, 
 They tested the engines* power and 
 might. 
 
But vain their purpose and chart and 
 steam ; 
 
 Their visions of glory had all to 
 surcease, 
 For the strange wind bore them out of 
 their course 
 And landed them all at the Isle of 
 Peace. 
 
 Another told of a humble craft, 
 — And little enough could the skipper 
 boast 
 But a cheery heart and a ready hand, 
 As he fished and traded along the 
 coast, 
 
 And the strange wind filled the brown, 
 patched sails, 
 And instead of a cargo of fish and fur, 
 It returned from a port not down on 
 the map, 
 And laden with frankincense and 
 myrrh. 
 
Oh, the sailors that wait in the harbor 
 o'er night, 
 Will quarrel for slight and ridiculous 
 cause, 
 As about the rig of a phantom ship, 
 Or if the sea-serpent has wings or 
 claws ; 
 
 There may be blows 'bout the mermaid's 
 song, 
 But concerning this wind they unite as 
 the sod, 
 Though some call it the Wind of Destiny, 
 And some say it's only the Breath of 
 God. 
 
THE THINGS O' AIR 
 
 " — in all the world there is no such strong tower 
 as this wherein I am confined; and is neither of 
 wood, nor of iron, nor of stone, but of air and not 
 anything else." — Morte a" Arthur. 
 
 *A broke the bonds that held me — 
 
 fIJ And the wee, sma' things o' air, 
 
 That fastened them close around me, 
 
 They gathered from everywhere! 
 
 I laughed as I heard my fetters fall, 
 
 I stood, one moment, strong and free. 
 Then I heard the sma' things to each 
 other call, 
 And they laughed and they mocked 
 at me. 
 
 They brought their forges out of the 
 dark; 
 Lighted their fires right under my nose! 
 I thought my breath would put out the 
 spark 
 That glowed where the blue smoke 
 slowly rose. 
 
But it only fanned it into a flame, 
 
 Slender and red like a serpent's tongue, 
 
 That leaped and straight to my eyes it 
 came, 
 And under the lids it burned and stung. 
 
 I was blind with the pain and the hot, 
 quick tears; 
 I could not see whither to turn or flee — 
 The sledge and the hammer they rang in 
 my ears, 
 While the sma' things worked right 
 merrily. 
 
 And wrought they well, with might and 
 main, 
 
 Each broken link they made full strong, 
 And bound them around me once again, 
 
 To wear the rest of my whole life long. 
 
 And now through the weary days I go; 
 
 A slave to the wee, sma' things o' air! 
 And if I cry out, they joy to know 
 
 I find their fetters so hard to bear. 
 
In After Years. 
 
 I learned to smile as the years crept by, 
 Though the cords cut into my aching 
 breast : 
 
 I learned to stifle the groan and sigh, 
 And still the ragings of fierce unrest. 
 
 But oh! the bitterness and the shame, 
 To know myself for so mean a thing, 
 A slave! Tho' none whispered the hateful 
 name, 
 And my chains were covered with 
 tinseling. 
 
 Then came in the solemn hush of night, 
 The Spirit of Truth, and revealed 
 to me, 
 That my chains were fashioned of endless 
 might, 
 Reaching through Time and Eternity: 
 
That nothing in boundless space is free! 
 
 They hold together the near and far, 
 What e'er has been with what may be, 
 And unite my soul with the outmost 
 star. 
 
 And though the cords hurt me, again 
 and again, 
 
 I would not, now, if I could be free, 
 For they bind my heart to my fellow-men, 
 
 — And bind my fellow-men to me. 
 
 At Last. 
 
 I thought myself bound by biting chain, 
 I thought myself driven by ruthless 
 rod. 
 
 But now I know that what I felt 
 
 Were the sinews of strength of God. 
 
HALDANE'S "PATHWAY TO REALITY' 
 Vol. II. P. 278. 
 
 JjtttE may reach the heights, be bathed in 
 
 ^ glory> 
 
 Lose in the distance the path we 
 trod, — 
 Breathe in a rapture undreamed in the 
 
 Valley! 
 But — "ever beyond are the hills of God." 
 
THE LORD'S EARTH. 
 
 WHE Earth is the Lord's: this Earth, 
 Sir even this, 
 
 With its desolate reaches of sand 
 That are endlessly drifted and ceasely 
 shifted 
 
 By winds that obey His command. 
 
 The Earth is the Lord's, this Earth, 
 even this: 
 Where the mountains rise bleak to 
 despair .' 
 With cravesses that harbor grim shadows 
 at noon, 
 Rocky steeps that hurl back the sun's 
 glare. 
 
 The Earth is the Lord's and the fulness 
 thereof ; 
 This leaf, brightly hued by His sun and 
 His rain, 
 On the branch swaying lythe 'gainst the 
 blue of His sky. 
 At its touch the flesh festers, is tortured 
 by pain: 
 
These blossoms, surpassingly, wonderously 
 fair, 
 That madden the brain with their too 
 fragrant breath; 
 This fruit, hanging temptingly ripe by 
 the way, 
 He who eats, shall find bitter, taste 
 death. 
 
 The Earth is the Lord's and the fulness 
 thereof, 
 The world, this world, even this that 
 we know, 
 
 With its temptest and drought, its earth- 
 quake and flood, 
 
 Its merciless heat and its pitiless snow; 
 
 Where loneliness broods over land, 
 over sea, 
 The crowding, the turmoil, the strife of 
 the town, 
 Where pestilence walketh in darkness, 
 unchecked, 
 And fresh fields of morning, at noon 
 withered down. 
 
The Earth is the Lord's and the fulness 
 thereof, 
 The world and they that are dwelling 
 therein, 
 They that lie, steal and murder, wage 
 infamous war, 
 With their impious folly, their greed 
 and their sin: 
 
 The beasts that prey on each other at night, 
 The monsters that dwell in the deep, 
 the least thing 
 That crawls, the serpent that glides in our 
 Eden, 
 And poisonous insect and mite on frail 
 wing. 
 
And His is the Kingdom ; as He will, by 
 His law, 
 The sands, never resting, are stilled 
 into stone. 
 Through eons of time, far beyond our mind's 
 grasp, 
 The mountains, the ages have claimed 
 as their own, 
 
 Are crumbled away — even by motes that 
 are borne 
 On the beams of the sun, and lo, 
 where they stood, 
 Stretch flowering prairie, fields fertile and 
 fair, 
 Where the nightshade, once deadly, 
 yields fruit sweet and good. 
 
 And His is the Kingdom, the Power is 
 His: 
 By His law, in His way the tempest is 
 still; 
 
And His is the Kingdom, the Power, the 
 Glory: 
 All beings proclaim Him, all actions 
 reveal ; 
 The light of His spirit illumines all 
 spaces, 
 No suns e'er can dim it, no earth-shade 
 conceal. 
 
Lord, we are Thy children, such even as 
 we, 
 Who are blinded and hapless and way- 
 ward and weak. 
 Grant but a ray of Thine all-seeing wisdom, 
 To show us Thy law in Thy way we 
 would seek. 
 
 Arm us with shreds of Thine infinite 
 patience, 
 That we faint not at failure. Our will 
 as the sand 
 Ever swayed, make firm with Thine own; 
 give Thou 
 To our faltering arm, the might of Thy 
 hand. 
 
 That we willingly walk with Thy Law in 
 Thy way, 
 With strength both to do and to bear ; 
 that we be 
 
Even as Christ! That we consciously 
 feel that we live, 
 That we move and have being, only in 
 Thee. 
 
 Thy law must be just, Thy way must 
 
 be good; 
 Thy wisdom, Thy mercy, Thy love doubt 
 
 we never, 
 For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power, 
 
 the Glory, 
 
 Forever and ever, — 
 
 Amen. 
 
YEA, Lord, Thy will be done. 
 
 I know all will be well, 
 Yet why such sorrow comes to one, 
 
 Why pain should be, I cannot tell, 
 I need not understand. I only know 
 
 For purpose, holy and divine, 
 In Thy great plan, come grief 
 and woe. 
 
 Yea, Lord, Thy will, — not mine. 
 
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