125 198 POKMS VOLUME TWO QUOTABLE POEMS An Ant h o I o gy of Modern Verse VOLUME TWO COMPILED BY THOMAS CURTIS CLARK i WILLETT, CLARK & COMPANY CHICAGO NEW YORK 1931 Copyright 193 i by WILLETT, CLARK & COMPANY Manufactured in The U. S. A. by The Plimpton Frew Norwood, Mass.-LaPorte, Ind. To My Brother CHARLES PATTON CLARK MEDICAL SCIENTIST AND LOVER OF BEAUTY CONTENTS The poems in this volume are deliberately placed without attempt to classify them either as to subject or author. Pages 1-324 contain 560 poems selected for their quotability, modern tone, and genuine poetic quality. Readers who de- sire to find poems on any particular theme will find ample guidance in the very complete indexes beginning on page 325, including (a) Index of Subjects, pp. 325 to 336. (b) Index of Authors, pp. 337 to 348. (c) Index of Titles, pp. 349 to 358. (d) Index of First Lines, pp. 359 to 366. Detailed acknowledgment to authors and publishers will also be found on p. 367. vii QUOTABLE POEMS VOLUME TWO They Went Forth to Battle but They Always Fell They went forth to battle but they always fell. Something they saw above the sullen shields. Nobly they fought and bravely, but not well, And sank heart-wounded by a subtle spell. They knew not fear that to the foeman yields, They were not weak, as one who vainly wields A faltering weapon; yet the old tales tell How on the hard-fought field they always fell. It was a secret music that they heard, The murmurous voice of pity and of peace, And that which pierced the heart was but a word, Though the white breast was red-lipped where the sword Pressed a fierce cruel kiss and did not cease Till its hot thirst was surfeited. Ah these By an unwarlike troubling doubt were stirred, And died for hearing what no foeman heard. They went forth to battle but they always fell. Their might was not the might of lifted spears. Over the battle-clamor came a spell Of troubling music, and they fought not well. Their wreaths are willows and their tribute, tears. Their names are old sad stories in men's ears. Yet they will scatter the red hordes of Hell, Who went to battle forth and always fell. Shaemas O'Sheel QUOTABLE POEMS Opportunity In an old city by the storied shores, Where the bright summit of Olympus soars, A cryptic statue mounted toward the light Heel-winged, tip-toed, and poised for instant flight. " statue, tell your name," a traveler cried; And solemnly the marble lips replied: " Men call me Opportunity, I lift My wing&d feet from earth to show how swift My flight, how short my stay How Fate is ever waiting on the way." " But why that tossing ringlet on your brow? " " That men may seize me any moment: Now, Now is my other name; today my date; O traveler, tomorrow is too late!" Edwin Markham Prayer God, though this life is but a wraith, Although we know not what we use; Although we grope with little faith, God, give me the heart to fight and lose. Ever insurgent let me be, Make me more daring than devout; From slock contentment keep inc free And fill me with a buoyant doubt. Open my eyes to visions girt With beauty, and with wonder lit, QUOTABLE POEMS But let me always see the dirt, And all that spawn and die in it. Open my ears to music, let Me thrill with Spring's first flutes and drums But never let me dare forget The bitter ballads of the slums. From compromise and things half-done, Keep me, with stern and stubborn pride; But when at last the fight is won, God, keep me still unsatisfied. Louis Untermeyer For Those Who Fail " All honor to him who shall win the prize/' The world has cried for a thousand years; But to him who tries and who fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears. great is the hero who wins a name, But greater many and many a time Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame, And lets God finish the thought sublime. And great is the man with a sword undrawn, And good is the man who refrains from wine; But the man who fails and yet fights on, Lo, he is the twin-born brother of mine! Joaquin Miller QUOTABLE POEMS In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead/ Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. John McCrac Sealed Orders We bear sealed orders o'er Life's weltered sea, Our haven dim and far; We can but man the helm rigKt cheerily, Steer by the brightest star, And hope that when at last the Great Command Is read, we then may hear Our anchor song, and see the longed-for land Lie, known and very near. Richard Burton QUOTABLE POEMS From Song of the Open Road Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I myself am good for- tune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing; Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. Walt Whitman Joses, the Brother of Jesus Joses, the brother of Jesus, plodded from day to day With never a vision within him to glorify his clay; Joses, the brother of Jesus, was one with the heavy clod, But Christ was. the soul of rapture, and soared, like a lark, with God. Joses, the brother of Jesus, was only a worker in wood, And he never could see the glory that Jesus, his brother, could. " Why stays he not in the workshop? " he often used to complain, " Sawing the Lebanon cedar, imparting to woods their stain? Why must he go thus roaming, forsaking my father's trade, While hammers are busily sounding, and there is gain to be made? " QUOTABLE POEMS Thus ran the mind of Joses, apt with plummet and rule, And deeming whoever surpassed him either a knave or a fool For he never walked with the prophets in God's great garden of bliss And of all mistakes of the ages, the saddest, methinks, was this To have such a brother as Jesus, to speak with him day by day, But never to catch the vision which glorified his clay. Harry Kemp The Judgment When before the cloud-white throne We are kneeling to be known In self's utter nakedness, Mercy shall be arbitress. Love shall quench the very shame That is our tormenting flame; Love, the one theology, Set the souls in prison free Free as sunbeams forth to fare Into outer darkness, where It shall be our doom to make Glory from each earth-mistake. Not archangels God elects For celestial architects; On the stones of hell, the guilt Of the world, is Zion built. Katharine Lee Bates QUOTABLE POEMS Mountain Air Tell me of Progress if you will, But give me sunshine on a hill The grey rocks spiring to the blue, The scent of larches, pinks and dew, And summer sighing in the trees, And snowy breath on every breeze. Take towns and all that you find there, And leave me sun and mountain air! John Galsworthy From Tintern Abbey For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs rne with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime, Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear both what they half create, QUOTABLE POEMS And what perceive; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being. William Wordsworth The Ideal City O you whom God hath called and set apart To build a city after His own heart, Be this your task to fitll the city's veins With the red blood of friendship; plant her plains With seeds of peace: above her portals wreathe Greeting and welcome: let the air we breathe Be musical with accents of good will That leap from lip to lip with joyous thrill; So may the stranger find upon the streets A kindly look in every face he meets; So may the spirit of the city tell All her souls within her gates that all is well; In all her homes let gentleness be found, In every neighborhood let grace abound, In every store and shop and forge and mill Where men of toil their daily tasks fulfill, Where guiding brain and workmen's skill are wise To shape the product of our industries, Where treasured stores the hands of toil sustain, Let friendship speed the work and share the gain, And thus, through all the city's teeming life, Let helpfulness have room with generous strife To serve. Washington Gladden QUOTABLE POEMS Calvary I walked alone to my Calvary, And no man carried the cross for me: Carried the cross? Nay, no man knew The fearful load I bent unto; But each as we met upon the way Spake me fair of the journey I walked that day. I came alone to my Calvary, And high was the hill and bleak to see; But lo, as I scaled the flinty side, A thousand went up to be crucified A thousand kept the way with me, But never a cross my eyes could see. Author Unknown Good Deeds How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. William Shakespeare Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight (In Springfield, Illinois) It is portentous, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house pacing up and down, From " Collected Poems " by Vachel Lindsay. By permission of The Macmillan Company, publishers. 10 QUOTABLE POEMS Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie-lawyer, master of us all. He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us: as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door, His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know not why, Too many homesteads in black terror weep* The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. He sees the dreadnoughts scouring every main. He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now The bitterness, the folly and the pain. He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come; the shining hope of Europe free: The league of sober folk, the Workers 7 Earth, Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea, It breaks his heart that kings must murder still That all his hours of travail here for men Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace That he may sleep upon his hill again? Vachet Undsay QUOTABLE POEMS 11 Where Is God? " Oh, where is the sea? " the fishes cried, As they swam the crystal clearness through; " We've heard from of old of the ocean's tide, And we long to look on the water's blue. The wise ones speak of the infinite sea. Oh, who can tell us if such there be? " The lark flew up in the morning bright, And sang and balanced on sunny wings; And this was its song: " I see the light, I look o'er a world of beautiful things; But, flying and singing everywhere, In vain I have searched to find the air." Minot /. Savage Deathless I know I am deathless; I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by the carpenter's compass; I know I shall not pass like a child's carlaque cut with a burnt stick at night. Walt Whitman From " Leaves of Grass " We Are the Music-Makers We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams 12 QUOTABLE POEMS World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world forever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample a kingdom down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself in our mirth; And o'er threw them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. Arthur O'Shaughnessy In the Woods Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome* But when I am stretched beneath the pines, When the evening star so lonely shines, I laugh at the love and the pride of man, At the sophist's schools and the learned clan; For what are they all in their high conceit When man in the bush with God can meet? Ralph Waldo Emerson From " Good-bye, Proud World " QUOTABLE POEMS 13 " In No Strange Land " WORLD invisible, we view thee, world intangible, we touch thee, world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air That we ask of the stars in motion If they have rumor of thee there? !Not where the wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars 1 The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places; Turn but a stone, and start a wing! ? Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendored thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross. Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter, Cry, clinging Heaven by the hems; And lo, Christ walking on the water Not of Genesareth, but Thames! Francis Thompson 14 QUOTABLE POEMS lo Victis I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fall in the Battle of Life The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife ; Not the jubilant song of the victors, for whom the resound- ing acclaim Of nations was lifted in chorus, whose brows wear the chaplet of fame, But the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and des- perate part; Whose youth bore no flower in its branches, whose hopes burned in ashes away, From whose hands slipped the prize they had grasped at, who stood at the dying of day With the wreck of their life all around them, unpitied, un- heeded, alone, With Death swooping down o'er their failure, and all but their faith overthrown, While the voice of the world shouts its chorus its paean for those who have won; While the trumpet is sounding triumphant, and high to the breeze and the sun Glad banners are waving, hands clapping, and hurrying feet Thronging after the laurel crowned victors, T stand on the field of defeat, In the shadow, with those who are fallen, and wounded, and dying, and there Chant a requiem low, place my hand on their pain-knotted brows, breathe a prayer, Hold the hand that is helpless, and whisper, " They only the victory win, QUOTABLE POEMS IS Who have fought the good fight, and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within; Who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high; Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight if need be, to die." Speak, History! Who are Life's victors? Unroll thy long annals and say, Are they those whom the world called the victors, who won the success of a day? The martyrs, or Nero? The Spartans, who fell at Ther- mopylae's tryst, Or the Persians and Xerxes? His judges or Socrates, Pilate or Christ? William Wetmore Story The Kings Are Passing Deathward The kings are passing deathward in the dark Of days that had been splendid where they went; Their crowns are captive and their courts are stark Of purples that are ruinous, now, and rent. For all that they have seen disastrous things: The shattered pomp, the split and shaken throne, fhey cannot quite forget the way of Kings: Gravely they pass, majestic and alone. With thunder on their brows, their faces set Toward the eternal night of restless shapes, They walk in awful splendor, regal yet, Wearing their crimes like rich and kingly capes . . . Curse them or taunt, they will not hear or see; The Kings are passing deathward: let them be. David Morton 16 QUOTABLE POEMS Failures They bear no laurels on their sunless brows, Nor aught within their pale hands as they go; They look as men accustomed to the slow And level onward course 'neath drooping boughs. Who may these be no trumpet doth arouse, These of the dark processionals of woe, Unpraised, unblamed, but whom sad Acheron's flow Monotonously lulls to leaden drowse? These are the Failures. Clutched by Circumstance, They were say not, too weak! too ready prey To their own fear whose fixed Gorgon glance Made them as stone for aught of great essay; Or else they nodded when their Master-Chance Wound his one signal, and went on his way, Arthur W. Upson Life Owes Me Nothing Life owes me nothing. Let the years Bring clouds or azure, joy or tears, Already a full cup I've quaffed; Already wept and loved and laughed, And seen, in ever endless ways, New beauties overwhelm the days. Life owes me naught. No pain that waits Can steal the wealth from memory's gates; No aftermath of anguish slow Can quench the soul-fire's early glow, I breathe, exulting, each new breath, Embracing Life, ignoring Death. QUOTABLE POEMS 17 Life owes me nothing. One clear morn Is boon enough for being born; ' And be it ninety years or ten, No need for me to question when. While Life is mine, I'll find it good, And greet each hour with gratitude. Author Unknown If This Were Enough God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; That I ask not hope nor hire, Not in the husk, Nor dawn beyond the dusk, Nor life beyond death: God, if this were faith? Having felt Thy wind in my face Spit sorrow and disgrace, Having seen Thine evil doom In Golgotha and Khartoum, And the brutes, the work of Thine hands, Fill with injustice lands And stain with blood the sea: If still in my veins the glee Of the black night and the sun And the lost battle, run: If, an adept, The iniquitous lists I still accept With joy, and joy to endure and be withstood, And still to battle and perish for a dream of good: God, if that were enough? 18 QUOTABLE POEMS If to feel, in the ink of the slough, And the sink of the mire, Veins of glory and fire Run through and transpierce and transpire, And a secret purpose of glory in every part, And the answering glory of battle fill my heart; To thrill with the joy of girded men To go on forever and fail and go on again, And be mauled to the earth and arise, And contend for the shade of a word and a thing not seen with the eyes; With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night That somehow the right is the right And the smooth shall bloom from the rough: Lord, if that were enough? Robert Louts Stevenson A Morning Prayer Let me today do something that will take A little sadness from the world's vast store, And may I be so favored as to make Of joy's too scanty sum a little more. Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend. Nor would I pass unseeing worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend. However meager be my worldly wealth, Let me give something that shall aid my kind A word of courage, or a thought of health Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find. QUOTABLE POEMS 19 Let me tonight look back across the span Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say Because of some good act to beast or man " The world is better that I lived today." Ella Wheeler Wilcox From Thanatopsis So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. William Cullen Bryant Count That Day Lost If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard; One glance most kind, That fell like sunshine where it went Then you may count that day well spent. But if, through all the livelong day, YouVe cheered no heart, by yea or nay If, through it all YouVe nothing done that you can trace 20 QUOTABLE POEMS That brought the sunshine to one face No act most small That helped some soul and nothing cost Then count that day as worse than lost. George Eliot The Question Whither When we have thrown off this old suit So much in need of mending, To sink among the naked mute, Is that, think you, our ending? We follow many, more we lead, And you who sadly turf us, Believe not that all living seed Must flower above the surface. Sensation is a gracious gift But were it cramped to station, The prayer to have it cast adrift Would spout from all sensation. Enough if we have winked to sun, Have sped the plough a season, There is a soul for labor done, Endureth fixed as reason. Then let our trust be firm in Good, Though we be of the fasting; Our questions arc a mortal brood, Our work is everlasting. We Children of Beneficence Are in its being sharers; And Whither vainer sounds than Whence For word with such wayfarers, George Meredith QUOTABLE POEMS 21 To Whom Shall the World Henceforth Belong? To whom shall the world henceforth belong, And who shall go up and possess it? To the Great-Hearts the Strong Who will suffer no wrong, And where they find evil redress it. To the men of Bold Light Whose souls seized of Right, Found a work to be done and have done it. To the Valiant who fought For a soul-lifting thought, Saw the fight to be won and have won it. To the Men of Great Mind Set on lifting their kind, Who, regardless of danger, will do it. To the Men of Good-will, Who would cure all Life's ill, And whose passion for peace will ensue it. To the Men who will bear Their full share of Life's care, And will rest not till wrongs be all righted. To the Stalwarts who toil 'Mid the seas of turmoil, Till the haven of safety be sighted. To the Men of Good Fame Who everything claim This world and the next in their Master's great name 22 QUOTABLE POEMS To these shall the world henceforth belong, And they shall go up and possess it; Overmuch, o'erlong, has the world suffered wrong, We are here by God's help to redress it. John Oxenham Man What a piece of work is a man I how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! William Shakespeare From " Hamlet, Prince of Denmark " Bring Me Men Bring me men to match my mountains, Bring me men to match my plains Men with empires in their purpose And new eras in their brains. Bring me men to match my prairies, Men to match my inland seas, Men whose thought shall prove a highway Up to ampler destinies, Pioneers to clear thought's marshlands And to cleanse old error's pen; Bring me men to match my mountains Bring me men! Bring me men to m^tch my forests, Strong to fight the storm and blast, Branching toward the skyey future, Rooted in the fertile past. QUOTABLE POEMS 23 Bring me men to match my valleys, Tolerant of sun and snow, Men within whose fruitful purpose Time's consummate blooms shall grow, Men to tame the tigerish instincts Of the lair and cave and den, Cleanse the dragon slime of nature Bring me men! Bring me men to match my rivers, Continent cleavers, flowing free, Drawn by the eternal madness To be mingled with the sea; Men of oceanic impulse, Men whose moral currents sweep Towards the wide-infolding ocean Of an undiscovered deep; Men who feel the strong pulsation Of tr^e central sea and then Time their currents to its earth throb Bring me men! Sam Walter Foss From " The Coming American " Joy and Sorrow Sullen skies today, Sunny skies tomorrow; November steals from May, And May from her doth borrow; Griefs Joys in Time's strange dance Interchangeably advance; The sweetest joys that come to us Come sweeter for past sorrow, Aubrey De Vere 24 QUOTABLE POEMS Thy Kingdom Come! Across the bitter centuries I hear the wail of men: " Oh, would that Jesus Lord, the Christ, would come to us again." We decorate our altars with ceremonious pride, With all the outward shows of pomp His worship is supplied, Great churches raise their mighty spires to pierce the sun- lit skies, While in the shadow of the cross we utter blasphemies. We know we do not do His will who lessoned us to pray, " Our Father grant within our lives Thy Kingdom rule today." The prayer He taught us, once a week we mouth with half- shut eye, While in the charnel-house of words immortal meanings die. Above our brothers' frailties we cry " Unclean! Unclean! " And with the hands that served her shame still stone the Magdalene. We know within our factories that wan-cheeked women reel Among the deft and droning belts that spin from wheel to wheel. We know that unsexed childhood droops in dull-eyed drudgery The little children that He blessed in far-off Galilee Yet surely, Lord, our hearts would grow more merciful to them, If Thou couldst come again to us as once in Bethlehem. Willard Wattles QUOTABLE POEMS 25 The Face of a Friend Blessed is the man that beholdeth the face of a friend in a far country, The darkness of his heart is melted in the dawning of day within him, It is like the sound of sweet music heard long ago and half forgotten; It is like the coming back of birds to a wood where the winter is ended. Henry van Dyke Consummation Not poppies plant not poppies on my grave! I want no anodyne to make me sleep ; I want that All-Bestowing Power, who gave Immortal love to life, and which we crave The promise of a larger life, to keep. What that may be I know not no one knows; But since love's graces I have striven to gain, Plant o'er my soon-forgotten dust, a rose That flower which in love's garden ever blows That thus a fragrant memory may remain. For my fond hope has been, that I might leave A Flowering even in the wayside grass A Touch of Bloom, life's grayness to relieve A Beauty, they who follow may perceive, That hints the scent of roses as they pass. James Terry White 26 QUOTABLE POEMS To My Countrymen (A Voice for Peace) Heirs of great yesterdays, be proud with me Of your most envied treasure of the Past; Not wide domain; not doubtful wealth amassed; Not ganglia cities rival worlds to be: But great souls, servitors of Liberty, Who kept the state to star-set Honor fast, Not for ourselves alone but that, at last, No nation should to Baal bow the knee. Are we content to be inheritors? Can you not hear the pleading of the sod That canopies our heroes? Hasten, then! Help the sad earth unlearn the vogue of war. Be just and earn the eternal praise of men; Be generous and win the smile of God. Robert Underwood Johnson Sunrise Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last: Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cap's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay, For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world. Robert Browning QUOTABLE POEMS 27 From Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy strokel 28 QUOTABLE POEMS Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave, Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can stoned urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Thomas Gray QUOTABLE POEMS 29 Under the Harvest Moon Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers. Under the summer roses, When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful unanswerable questions. Carl Sandburg The Creedless Love A creedless love, that knows no clan, No caste, no cult, no church but Man; That deems today and now and here, Are voice and vision of the seer; That through this lifted human clod The inflow of the breath of God Still sheds its apostolic powers Such love, such trust, such faith be ours. We deem man climbs an endless slope Tow'rd far-seen tablelands of hope; That he, through filth and shame of sin, Still seeks the God that speaks within; 30 QUOTABLE POEMS That all the years since time began Work the eternal Rise of Man ; And all the days that time shall see Tend tow'rd the Eden yet to be. Too long our music-hungering needs Have heard the iron clash of creeds. The creedless love that knows no clan, No caste, no cult, no church but Man, Shall drown with mellow music all, The dying jangle of their brawl; Such love with all its quickening powers, Such love to God and Man be ours. Sam Walter Foss Love Over All Time flies, Suns rise And shadows fall. Let time go by. Love is forever over all. From an English Sun Dial Patience Sometimes I wish that I might do Just one grand deed and die, And by that one grand deed reach up To meet God in the sky. But such is not Thy way, God, Nor such is Thy decree, But deed by deed, and tear by tear, Our souls must climb to Thee, QUOTABLE POEMS 31 As climbed the only son of God From manger unto Cross, Who learned, through tears and bloody sweat, To count this world but loss; Who left the Virgin Mother's arms To seek those arms of shame, Outstretched upon a lonely hill To which the darkness came. As deed by deed, and tear by tear, He climbed up to the height, Each deed a splendid deed, each tear A jewel shining bright, So grant us, Lord, the patient heart, To climb the upward way, Until we stand upon the height, And see the perfect day. G. A. Studdert-Kennedy A Leaf of Grass I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the. egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, 32 QUOTABLE POEMS And the cow crunching with depressed head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels. Walt Whitman From " Leaves of Grass " The Lost Christ Your skill has fashioned stately creeds, But where is He, we pray The friendly Christ of loving deeds? He is not here today. With sentences that twist and tease, Confusing mind and heart, You forge your wordy homilies And bid us heed your art. But where is He or can you tell? Who stilled the brothers' strife, Who urged the woman at the well To live a better life? Where is the Saint of Galilee, Crude Peter's faithful guide; The man who wept at Bethany Because His friend had died? We weary of your musty lore Behind dead walls of gray; We want His loving words once more By some Emmaus way. QUOTABLE POEMS 33 Give us the Christ who can bestow Some comfort-thought of death. Give us a Christ our hearts can know The Man of Nazareth. Thomas Curtis Clark Our Known Unknown Thou as represented to me here In such conception as my soul allows Under Thy measureless, my atom-width! Man's mind, what is it but a convex-glass Wherein are gathered all the scattered points Picked out of the immensity of sky, To reunite there, be our heaven for earth, Our known Unknown, our God revealed to man? Robert Browning From " The Ring and the Book " Today, O Lord O Lord, I pray That for this day I may not swerve By foot or hand From Thy command Not to be served, but to serve. This, too, I pray, That from this day No love of ease Nor pride prevent My good intent Not to be pleased, but to please. 34 QUOTABLE POEMS And if I may I'd have this day Strength from above To set my heart In heavenly art Not to be loved, but to love. Maltbie D. Babcock Where is Heaven? Where is Heaven? Is it not Just a friendly garden plot, Walled with stone and roofed with sun, Where the days pass one by one Not too fast and not too slow, Looking backward as they go At the beauties left behind To transport the pensive mind. Does not Heaven begin that day When the eager heart can say, Surely God is in this place, I have seen Him face to face In the loveliness of flowers, In the service of the showers, And His voice has talked to me In the sunlit apple tree. Bliss Carman A Prayer for the New Year O year that is going, take with you Some evil that dwells in my heart; Let selfishness, doubt, With the old year go out With joy I would see them depart. QUOTABLE POEMS 35 year that is going, take with you Impatience and wilfulness pride; The sharp word that slips From those too hasty lips, 1 would cast, with the old year aside. year that is coming, bring with you Some virtue of which I have need; More patience to bear And more kindness to share, And more love that is true love indeed. Laura F. Armitage The Stirrup-Cup Death, thou'rt a cordial old and rare: Look how compounded, with what care! Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went, Keats, and Gotama excellent, Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright, And Shakespeare for a king-delight. Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt: Hand me the cup whene'er thou wilt; 'Tis thy rich stirrup-cup to me; I'll drink it down right smilingly. Sidney Lanier 36 QUOTABLE POEMS Mothers of Men " I hold no cause worth my son's life," one said And the two women with her as she spoke Joined glances in a hush that neither broke, So present was the memory of their dead. And through their meeting eyes their souls drew near, Linked by their sons, men who had held life dear But laid it down for something dearer still. One had wrought out with patient iron will The riddle of a pestilence, and won, Fighting on stricken, till his work was done For children of tomorrow. Far away In shell-torn soil of France the other lay, And in the letter that his mother read Over and over, kneeling as to pray " I'm thanking God with all my heart today, Whatever comes " (that was the day he died) " I've done my bit to clear the road ahead." In those two mothers, common pain of loss Blossomed in starry flowers of holy pride, What thoughts were hers who silent stood beside Her son the dreamer's cross? A 7 . r Amelia /. Burr Prayer I do not ask a truce With life's incessant pain; But school my lips, O Lord, Not to complain. I do not ask for peace From life's eternal sorrow; But give me courage, Lord, To fight tomorrow! Peter Gething QUOTABLE POEMS 37 From If Jesus Came Back Today If Jesus came back today What would the people say? Would they cheer Him and strew the way With garlands of myrtle and bay As they did on that distant day When He came to Jerusalem? What would America say If Jesus came back today? We fashion great churches and creeds But the heart of the people still bleeds And the poor still rot in their needs. We display with pride His cross In the midst of our pagan life While we hug to our hearts the dross Of our selfishness and strife. What sacrifice have we made To live the love He prayed? What willing blood have we shed To do the deeds He said? To be popular and well-fed We forsake the way He led And follow a ghost instead! Vincent Godfrey Burns Life's Evening Ah, yet, ere I descend to the grave, May I a small house and large garden have, And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too! Abraham Cowley 38 QUOTABLE POEMS Altruism " The earth is not the abode of the strong alone; it is also the home of the loving." 7. Arthur Thomson. The God of things that are Is the God of the highest heaven; The God of the morning star, Of the thrush that sings at even; The God of the storm and sunshine, Of the wolf, the snail, and the bee, Of the Alp's majestic silence, Of the boundless depths of the sea; The God of the times and the nations, Of the planets as they roll, Of the numberless constellations, Of the limitless human soul. For there is nothing small, And naught can mighty be; Archangels and atoms all Embodiments of Thee! A single thought divine Holds stars and suns in space; A dream of man is Thine, And history finds its place. When the universe was young Thine was the perfect thought That life should be bound in one By the strand of love enwrought In the life of the fern and the lily, Of the dragon and the dove, Still through the stress and struggle Waxes the bond of love. QUOTABLE POEMS 39 Out from the ruthless ages Rises, like incense mild, The love of the man and the woman, The love of the mother and child. David Starr Jordan The Spring of God Across the edges of the world there blows a wind Mysterious with perfume of a Spring; A Spring that is not of the kindling earth, That's more than scent of bloom or gleam of bud; The Spring of God in flower! Down there where neither sun nor air came through, I felt it blow dcross my dungeon walls The wind before the footsteps of the Lord! It bloweth now across the world; It strangely stirs the hearts of men; wars cease; Rare deeds familiar grow; fastings and prayers, Forgiveness, poverty; temples are built On visioned impulses, and children march On journeys with no end. Far off, far off He comes, * And we are swept upon our knees As meadow grasses kneeling to the wind. William A. Percy From In April Once " From The Vision of Sir Latmfal Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; 40 QUOTABLE POEMS At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking; 'Tis heaven alone that is given away, Tis only God may be had for the asking; No price is set on the lavish Summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest In the nice ear of Nature, which song is the best? James Russell Lowell QUOTABLE POEMS 41 Loyalties Let us keep splendid loyalties, For we are falling prey to lesser things. What use are breath and strength if we no longer feel The thrill of battle for some holy cause Or hear high morning bugles calling us away? Let brave hearts dare to break the truce with things Ere we have lost our ancient heritage. Are we to gain a world to lose our souls, Souls which can keep faith until death And die, triumphant, in some crimson dawn? Nay, we must keep faith with the unnumbered brave Who pushed aside horizons, that we might reach The better things: We cannot rest until We have put courage once more on her throne; For Honor clamors for her heritage, And Right still claims a kingdom of its own. Walter A. Cutter God Is Here God is here! I hear His voice While thrushes make the woods rejoice. I touch His robe each time I place My hand against a pansy's face. I breathe His breath if I but pass Verbenas trailing through the grass. God is here! From every tree His leafy fingers beckon me. Madeleine Aaron 42 QUOTABLE POEMS I Tramp a Perpetual Journey I tramp a perpetual journey, My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library or exchange, But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, My left hand hooking you round the waist, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents, and a plain public road. Not I nor anyone else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself. Walt Whitman From " Leaves of Grass " Worship Work is devout, and service is divine. Who stoops to scrub a floor May worship more Than he who kneels before a holy shrine; Who crushes stubborn ore More worthily adore Than he who crushes sacramental wine. Roy Campbell MacFie The Seven Ages of Man All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, QUOTABLE POEMS 43 His acts being seven ages. As, first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms: And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow: Then the soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth: And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. William Shakespeare From " As You Like It " From Among the Ferns I lay among the ferns, Where they lifted their fronds, innumerable, in the green- wood wilderness, like wings winnowing the air; And their voices went by me continually. 44 QUOTABLE POEMS And I listened, and Lo! softly inaudibly raining I heard not the voices of the ferns only, but of all living creatures: Voices of mountain and star, Of cloud and forest and ocean, And of little rills tumbling among the rocks, And of the high tops where the moss-beds are and the springs arise. As the wind at midday rains whitening over the grass, As the night-bird glimmers a moment, fleeting between the lonely watcher and the moon, So softly inaudibly they rained, While I sat silent. And in the silence of the greenwood I knew the secret of the growth of the ferns; I saw their delicate leaflets tremble breathing an unde- scribed and unuttered life; And, below, the ocean lay sleeping; And round them the mountains and the stars dawned in glad companionship forever. Edward Carpenter The Newer Vainglory Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks, Not with himself aloud, With proclamation, calling on the ranks Of an attentive crowd. " Thank God, I clap not my own humble breast, But other ruffians' backs, Imputing crime such is my tolerant haste To any man that lacks. QUOTABLE POEMS 45 " For I am tolerant, generous, keep no rules, And the age honors me. Thank God I am not as these rigid fools, Even as this Pharisee." Alice Meynell The Place of Peace At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the clouds and the towers by, Is a place of central calm; So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's palm. Edwin Markham The Seeker After God There was a dreamer once, whose spirit trod Unnumbered ways in thwarted search for God: He stirred the dust on ancient books; he sought For certain light in what the teachers taught; He took his staff and went unto the Wise, And deeper darkness fell about his eyes; He lived a hermit, and forebore his food, And God left visitless his solitude; He wrapped himself in prayer night after night, And mocking demons danced across his sight. Resigned at last to Him he could not find, He turned again to live among mankind And when from man he no more stood apart, God, on that instant, visited his heart! Harry Kemp 46 QUOTABLE POEMS The Survivor When the last day is ended, And the nights are through; When the last sun is buried In its grave of blue; When the stars are snuffed like candles, And the seas no longer fret; When the winds unlearn their cunning, And the storms forget; When the last lip is palsied, And the last prayer said; Love shall reign immortal While the worlds lie dead! Frederic Lawrence Knowles Choice Ask and it shall be given. Ask ask. And if you ask a stone Expect not bread; And if the stone glitter like a caught star, And shine on a warm, soft breast, And you have tossed your soul away To see it in that nest, Yet is it still a stone not bread. Seek and you shall find. Seek seek. And if you go the crowded street Look not to find the hills; QUOTABLE POEMS 47 And if the shops sit gay along the way, And laughter fills the air, Still you have lost the hills. Knock and the door shall open. Knock knock. Two doors are there, beware! Think well before you knock; Your tapping finger will unlock Your heaven or hell. Ellen Coit Elliott Past Ruined Hion Past ruined Hion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades; Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids. Soon shall Oblivion's deepening veil Hide all the peopled hills you see, The gay, the proud, while lovers hail These many summers you and me. Walter Savage Landor Nature and Religion Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky, The sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity. The winds blow from a thousand ways and waft their balms abroad, The winds blow toward a million goals but all winds blow from God. 48 QUOTABLE POEMS The stars the old Chaldeans saw still weave their maze on high And write a thousand thousand years their bible in the sky. The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath of prayer Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there. Where shall we get religion? Beneath the blooming tree, Beside the hill-encircled brooks that loiter to the sea; Beside all twilight waters, beneath the noonday shades. Beneath the dark cathedral pines, and through the tangled glades; Wherever the old urge of life provokes the dumb, dead sod To tell its thought in violets, the soul takes hold on God. Go smell the growing clover, and scent the blooming pear, Go forth to seek religion and find it anywhere. Sam Walter Foss Thanksgiving For all things beautiful, and good, and true; For things that seemed not good yet turned to good; For all the sweet compulsions of Thy will That chastened, tried, and wrought us to Thy shape; For things unnumbered that we take of right, And value first when they are withheld; For light and air; sweet sense of sound and smell; For ears to hear the heavenly harmonies; For eyes to see the unseen in the seen; For vision of the Worker in the work; For hearts to apprehend Thee everywhere; We thank Thee, Lord. John Oxenkam QUOTABLE POEMS 49 Magna Est Veritas Here, in this little Bay, Full of tumultuous life and great repose, Where, twice a day, The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes, Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town, I sit me down. For want of me the world's course will not fail; When all its work is done, the lie shall rot; The truth is great, and shall prevail, When none cares whether it prevail or not. Coventry Patmore Beauty How can you smile when pain is everywhere; How flaunt complacently your vulgar wealth? " It is my duty to be gay. My health And calm delight the eye and banish care It would be sad indeed if none were free To sanction Beauty and embody Joy. Enough of you, who would with gloom destroy My grace. I do my share of Charity! " Your share of charity! Who tipped the scales To Sophistry and weighed a fancy gown Against a street rat's need of bread? The nails Of Calvary, the cross, the thorned crown, The face of sorrow that He wore, reply: " Forgive them, God, they know not when they lie! " Mary Craig Sinclair SO QUOTABLE POEMS Lone-Land Around us lies a world invisible, With isles of dream and many a continent Of Thought, and Isthmus Fancy, where we dwell Each as a lonely wanderer intent Upon his vision; finding each his fears And hopes encompassed by the tide of Tears. John B. Tabb My Enemy An enemy I had, whose mien I stoutly strove in vain to know; For hard he dogged my steps, unseen, Wherever I might go. My plans he balked; my aims he foiled; He blocked my every onward way. When for some lofty goal I toiled, He grimly said me nay. " Come forth! " I cried, " Lay bare thy guise! Thy wretched features I would see." Yet always to my straining eyes He dwelt in mystery. Until one night I held him fast, The veil from off his form did draw; I gazed upon his face at last And, lo! myself I saw. Edwin L. Sabin QUOTABLE POEMS 51 Memory My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour J Twas noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road; Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree. Thomas Bailey Aldrich Pass On the Torch Pass on the torch, pass on the flame; Remember whence the Glory came; And eyes are on you as you run, Beyond the shining of the sun. Lord Christ, we take the torch from Thee; We must be true, we must be free, And clean of heart and strong of soul, To bear the Glory to its goal. America, God hear the prayer America for God, we dare, With Lincoln's heart and Lincoln's hand, To fling a flame across the land. O Lord of life, to Thee we kneel; Maker of men, our purpose seall We will, for honor of Thy Name, Pass on the Torch, pass on the flame. Allen Eastman Cross 52 QUOTABLE POEMS The Miser I have wasted nothing. O Lord, I have saved, Saved, put by in a goodly hoard. What of the prodigals? Judge them, Lord Their wanton waste of Thy mercies poured Into the sewers! Profligates! Judge them, Lord, in Thy righteous wrath. I have saved, O Lord, I have scraped and saved, With my eyes downbent to my daily path; I have counted and carried, checked and stored, Nothing too worthless, nothing too small, Never a fragment thrown away A gainful use I have found for all. But what is my store? Do they call this Death, This poignant insight? At last I see. I have wasted nothing, Lord, but life, Time, and the talent Thou gavest me. Laura Bell Everett Whichever Way the Wind Doth Blow Whichever way the wind doth blow Some heart is glad to have it so; Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best. My little craft sails not alone; A thousand fleets from every zone Are out upon a thousand seas; And what for me were favouring breeze QUOTABLE POEMS S3 Might dash another, with the shock Of doom, upon some hidden rock. And so I do not dare to pray For winds to waft me on my way, But leave it to a Higher Will To stay or speed me; trusting still That all is well, and sure that He Who launched my bark will sail with me Through storm and calm, and will not fail Whatever breezes may prevail To land me, every peril past, Within His sheltering Heaven at last. Then whatsoever wind doth blow, My heart is glad to have it so; And blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best, Caroline Atherton Mason The Tide of Faith So faith is strong Only when we are strong, shrinks when we shrink. It comes when music stirs us, and the chords, Moving on some grand climax, shake our souls With influx new that makes new energies. It comes in swellings of the heart and tears That rise at noble and at gentle deeds. It comes in moments of heroic love, Un jealous joy in joy not made for us; In conscious triumph of the good within, Making us worship goodness that rebukes. Even our failures are a prophecy, Even our yearnings and our bitter tears 54 QUOTABLE POEMS After that fair and true we cannot grasp. Presentiment of better things on earth Sweeps in with every force that stirs our souls To admiration, self-renouncing love. George Eliot Vitse Summa Brevis They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream. Ernest Dowson From Ulysses There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite QUOTABLE POEMS 55 The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Alfred Tennyson Invincible The years race by on padded feet Unhaltingly, and panther-fleet Imprinting marks of drab decay. My hair grows ashen; cravings numb; Lips pale; and telltale age-lines come Life's hoary touch I may not stay. Time-scarred . . . yet I shall scorn to weep For transient youth if I can keep My piquant heart from turning gray! Winnie Lynch Rockett Rules for the Road Stand straight: Step firmly, throw your weight: The heaven is high above your head, The good gray road is faithful to your tread. 56 QUOTABLE POEMS Be strong: Sing to your heart a battle song: Though hidden f oemen lie in wait, Something is in you that can smile at Fate, Press through: Nothing can harm if you are true. And when the night comes, rest: The earth is friendly as a mother's breast. Edwin Markham The White Christs The White Christs come from the East, And they follow the way of the sun; And they smile, as Pale Men ask them to At the things Pale Men have done; For the White Christs sanction the sum of things Faggot and club and gun. Whine of the groaning car, Caste, which divides like a wall; Curse of the raw-sored soul; Doom of the great and small; The White Christs fashioned by Pale White Men Sanction and bless it all. Prophets of truth have said That Afric and Ind must mourn; And the children of Oman weep Trampled and slashed and torn, Keeping the watch with brown Cathay Till the Black Christs shall be born. Guy Fitch Phelps QUOTABLE POEMS 57 Prayer for a Little Home God send us a little home To come back to when we roam Low walls and fluted tiles Wide windows, a view for miles; Red firelight and deep chairs; Small white beds upstairs; Great talk in little nooks; Dim colors, rows of books; One picture on each wall; Not many things at all. God send us a little ground Tall trees standing round, Homely flowers in brown sod, Overhead Thy stars, God! God bless when winds blow Our home and all we know. Author Unknown The Silent Voices When the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent voices of the dead, Toward the lowland ways behind me, And the sunlight that is gonel Call me rather, silent voices, Forward to the starry track Glimmering up the heights beyond me On, and always onl Alfred Tennyson 58 QUOTABLE POEMS Dreamers of Dreams We are all of us dreamers of dreams, On visions our childhood is fed; And the heart of the child is unhaunted, it seems, By the ghosts of dreams that are dead. From childhood to youth's but a span, And the years of our life are soon sped; But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man, When the first of his dreams is dead. 'Tis as a cup of wormwood and gall, When the doom of a great dream is said; And the best of a man is under the pall, When the best of his dreams is dead. He may live on by compact and plan, When the fine bloom of living is shed; But God pity the little that's left of a man When the last of his dreams is dead. Let him show a brave face if he can, Let him woo fame or fortune instead; Yet there's not much to do but to bury a man, When the last of his dreams is dead. William Herbert Carruth Three Words of Strength There are three lessons I would write, Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light, Upon the hearts of men. QUOTABLE POEMS 59 Have Hope. Though clouds environ round, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put off the shadow from thy brow: No night but hath its morn. Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven, The inhabitants of earth. Have Love, Not love alone for one, But man, as man, thy brother call; And scatter, like a circling sun, Thy charities on all. Friedrkh von Schiller Legacies Unto my friends I give my thoughts, Unto my God my soul, Unto my foe I leave my love These are of life the whole. Nay, there is something a trifle left; Who shall receive this dower? See, Earth Mother, a handful of dust Turn it into a flower. Ethdyn Wetherald Truth, Crushed to Earth Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. William Cullen Bryant 60 QUOTABLE POEMS Barter * Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be. Sara Teasdale Three Steps Three steps there are our human life must climb. The first is Force. The savage struggled to it from the slime And still it is our last, ashamed recourse. Above that jagged stretch of red-veined stone Is marble Law, Carven with long endeavor, monotone Of patient hammers, not yet free from flaw. * From " Love Poems " by Sara Teasdale. By permission of The Macmillan Company, publishers. QUOTABLE POEMS 61 Three steps there are our human life must climb. The last is Love, Wrought from such starry element sublime As touches the White Rose and Mystic Dove. Katharine Lee Bates Four Things To Do Four things a man must learn to do If he would keep his record true: To think, without confusion, clearly; To love his fellow-man sincerely; To act from honest motives purely; To trust in God and Heaven securely. Henry 'van Dyke On Entering a Chapel Love built this shrine; these hallowed walls uprose To give seclusion from the hurrying throng, From tumult of the street, complaint and wrong, From rivalry and strife, from taunt of foes If foes thou hast. On silent feet come in, Bow low in penitence. Whoe'er thou art Thou, too, hast sinned. Uplift in prayer thy heart. Thy Father's Blessing waiteth. Read within This holy place, in pictured light portrayed, The characters of worthies who, from years Long past, still speak the message here displayed In universal language not to fade. Leave then thy burden, all thy cares and fears; Faith, hope, and love are thine, for thou hast prayed. John Davidson 62 QUOTABLE POEMS From The Happy Warrior Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright. . . . 3 Tis he whose law is reason; who depends Upon that law as on the best of friends. . . . He labors good on good to fix, and owes To virtue every triumph that he knows: Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honorable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim; And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait For wealth, or honors, or for worldly state. . . . Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need. . . . 'Tis, finally, the Man who lifted high, QUOTABLE POEMS 63 Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye, Or left unthought-of in obscurity Who, with a toward or untoward lot. Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won: Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray; Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast: Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth Forever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, And leave a dead unprofitable name Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause: This is the happy Warrior; this is he That every Man in arms should wish to be. William Wordsworth These Times Our motors pierce the clouds. They penetrate The depth of oceans. Microscopes reveal New worlds to conquer, while we dedicate Our intellects to strength of stone and steel. We are as proud as those who built a tower To reach to heaven. Recklessly we rear Our lofty Babels, arrogant with power. How dare we boast of cities while we hear The nations groping through the dark along The road of life? What right have we for pride 64 QUOTABLE POEMS Till Truth is steel, and Faith is iron-strong, Till God and man are working side by side? Then let our prayers and labors never cease; We act the prologue of a masterpiece. Gertrude Ryder Bennett The Wise He who sees How action may be rest, rest action he Is wisest 'mid his kind: he hath the truth I He doeth well acting or resting. Freed In all his works from prickings of desire, Burned clean in act by the white fire of truth, The wise call that one wise. Translated by Edwin Arnold From " The Bhagauad Gita " Eucharist Still we who follow Christ in deed Must break the bread and spill the wine: Still must a costly Eucharist Be for a sacrifice and sign. Our bodies broken for the truth By mobs or Pharisees of State Must be the bread which Liberty Feeds on, and lives, and waxes great. Our blood, our covenant of love, Is the rich wine which we must give To a sick world that hates the gift So, by our dying, God may live. QUOTABLE POEMS 65 Not by the grape or wheaten bread Can we partake the Eucharist: Communion is to give to God Our blood and bodies, like the Christ. E. Merrill Root From Songs in Absence Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where the land she travels from? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face, Linked arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace; Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below The foaming wake far widening as we go. On stormy nights when wild northwesters rave, How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past. Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where the land she travels from? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. Arthur Hugh Clough Three Things Come Not Back Remember three things come not back: The arrow sent upon its track It will not swerve, it will not stay Its speed; it flies to wound, or slay. 66 QUOTABLE POEMS The spoken word so soon forgot By thee; but it has perished not; In other hearts 'tis living still And doing work for good or ill. And the lost opportunity That cometh back no more to thee, In vain thou weepest, in vain dost yearn, Those three will nevermore return. From the Arabic The Best Road of All I like a road that leads away to prospects white and fair, A road that is an ordered road, like a nun's evening prayer; But, best of all, I love a road that leads to God knows where. You come upon it suddenly you cannot seek it out; It's like a secret still unheard and never noised about; But when you see it, gone at once is every lurking doubt. It winds beside some rushing stream where aspens lightly quiver; It follows many a broken field by many a shining river; It seems to lead you on and on, forever and forever! You tramp along its dusty way, beneath its shadowy trees, And hear beside you chattering birds or happy booming bees, And all around you golden sounds, the green leaves' litanies. And here's a hedge, and there's a cot; and then strange, sudden turns A dip, a rise, a little glimpse where the red sunset burns; A bit of sky at evening time, the scent of hidden ferns. QUOTABLE POEMS 67 A winding road, a loitering road, a finger-mark of God Traced when the Maker of the world leaned over ways un- trod. See! Here He smiled His glowing smile, and lo, the golden- rod! I like a road that wanders straight; the King's highway is fair, And lovely are the sheltered lanes that take you here and there; But, best of all, I love a road that leads to God knows where. Charles Hanson Towne We Shall Attain We shall attain yea, though this dust shall fail, And though all evil things conspire to bind The struggling soul with gyves of sense, and blind Our faith with clay, and though all foes assail To utterly destroy us: yet from wail, From misery and from doubt, from all mankind False hopes, and from the dwarfed and prisoned mind, We shall attain to life beyond the vail. Yea, though 'tis written that all flesh is grass, Which springeth up at morn and flourisheth, And which at even, when th' inverted glass Is emptied of its sands, fades as the breath. The dew-lipped rose sighs on the winds that pass Yet in our frailty we shall conquer death. James B. Kenyan 68 QUOTABLE POEMS What Makes a Nation Great? Not serried ranks with flags unfurled, Not armored ships that gird the world, Not hoarded wealth nor busy mills, Not cattle on a thousand hills, Not sages wise, nor schools nor laws, Not boasted deeds in freedom's cause All these may be, and yet the state In the eye of God be far from great. That land is great which knows the Lord, Whose songs are guided by His word; Where justice rules 'twixt man and man, Where love controls in art and plan; Where, breathing in his native air, Each soul finds joy in praise and prayer Thus may our country, good and great, Be God's delight man's best estate. Alexander Blackburn Youth I shall remember then, At twilight time or in the hush of dawn, Or yet, mayhap, when on a straying wind The scent of lilac comes, or when Some strain of music startles and is gone. Old dreams, old roses, all so far behind, Blossoms and birds and ancient shadow-trees, Whispers at sunset, the low hum of bees, And sheep that graze beneath a summer sun, QUOTABLE POEMS 69 Will they too come, they who in yester-year Walked the same paths and in the first of Spring, And shall I hear Their distant voices murmuring? I shall remember then When youth is done, With the dim years grown gray; And I shall wonder what it is that ends. And why they seem so very far away Old dreams, old roses . . . and old friends. Thomas S. Jones, Jr. God Hears Prayer If radio's slim fingers can pluck a melody From night and toss it over a continent or sea; If the petalled white notes of a violin Are blown across the mountains or the city's din; If songs, like crimson roses, are culled from thin blue air Why should mortals wonder if God hears prayer? Ethel Romig Fuller Prayer in April God grant that I may never be A scoffer at Eternity As long as every April brings The sweet rebirth of growing things; As long as grass is green anew, As long as April's skies are blue, I shall believe that God looks down Upon His wide earth, cold and brown, To bless its unborn mystery Of leaf, and bud, and flower to be; 70 QUOTABLE POEMS To smile on it from tender skies How could I think it otherwise? Had I been dust for many a year, I still would know when Spring was near, For the good earth that pillowed me Would whisper immortality, And I, in part, would rise and sing Amid the grasses murmuring. When looking on the mother sod, Can I hold doubt that this be God? Or when a primrose smiles at me, Can I distrust Eternity? c , rr J Sara Henderson Hay The Land of Beginning Again I wish that there were some wonderful place In the Land of Beginning Again: Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches And all of our poor selfish grief Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door And never put on again. I wish we could come on it all unaware, Like the hunter who finds a lost trail; And I wish that the one whom our blindness had done The greatest injustice of all Could be there at the gates like an old friend that waits For the comrade he's gladdest to hail. We would find all the things we intended to do But forgot, and remembered too late, Little praises unspoken, little promises broken, And all of the thousand and one Little duties neglected that might have perfected The day for one less fortunate. QUOTABLE POEMS 71 It wouldn't be possible not to be kind In the Land of Beginning Again, And the ones we misjudged and the ones whom we grudged Their moments of victory here, Would find in the grasp of our loving hand-clasp More than penitent lips could explain. For what had been hardest we'd know had been best, And what had seemed loss would be gain; For there isn't a sting that will not take wing When we've faced it and laughed it away And I think that the laughter is most what we're after In the Land of Beginning Again. So I wish that there were some wonderful place Called the Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches, And all of our poor selfish grief Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door And never put on again. Louise Fletcher Tarkington Life Is Ever Lord of Death Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever Lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own! John Greenleaf Whtitier From "Snow-Bound" 72 QUOTABLE POEMS Sometimes Across the fields of yesterday He sometimes comes to me, A little lad just back from play The lad I used to be. And yet he smiles so wistfully Once he has crept within, I wonder if he hopes to see The man I might have been. Thomas S. Jones, Jr. Use Well the Moment Use well the moment; what the hour Brings for thy use is in thy power; And what thou best canst understand Is just the thing lies nearest to thy hand. J. W. von Goethe Immortality I live: this much I know; and I defy The world to prove that I shall ever die! But all men perish? Aye, and even so Beneath the grasses lay this body low; Forever close these eyes and still this breath; All this, yet I shall not have tasted death. Where are the lips that prattled infant lays? The eyes that shone with light of childhood's days? The heart that bubbled o'er with boyhood's glee? The limbs that bounded as the chamois free? The ears that heard life's music everywhere? These, all, where are they now? Declare. QUOTABLE POEMS 73 Forever gone; forever dead! Yet still I live. My love, my hate, my fear, my will, My all that makes life living firm abides. Death is my youth, and so my age must die; But I remain Imperishable I. Speed day and year! Fleet by the stream of time! Wing, birds of passage, to a sunnier clime. Come change, come dissolution and decay, To kill the very semblance of this clay! Yet, know the conscious, the unchanging I Through all eternity shall never die. Willis Fletcher Johnson Beyond Electrons They who once probed and doubted now believe The Men of Science, for they humbly learn There is a Will that guides the atom's course; A Power that directs what they discern In light and air, in star and wave and sod; Beyond electrons they discover God! From research they derive a new faith that Sustains foundations of our ancient creeds; They grope through matter toward an utmost Light And find a living God behind His deeds. Adelaide P. Love If Love Be Ours In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. 74 QUOTABLE POEMS It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all. The little rift within the lover's lute, Or little pitted speck in garnered fruit, That rotting inward slowly moulders all. It is not worth the keeping: let it go: But shall it? answer, darling, answer, no. And trust me not at all or all in all. Alfred Tennyson From " Idylls of the King " Love No show of bolts and bars Can keep the f oeman out, Or 'scape his secret mine Who enter'd with the doubt That drew the line. No warder at the gate Can let the friendly in; But, like the sun, o'er all He will the castle win, And shine along the wall. Implacable is Love Foes may be bought or teased From their hostile intent, But he goes unappeased Who is on kindness bent. Henry David Thoreau QUOTABLE POEMS 75 The Poem I Should Like to Write The poem I should like to write was written long ago, In vast primeval valleys and on mountains clad in snow; It was written where no foot of man or beast had ever trod, And where the first wild flower turned its smiling face to God; Where mighty winds swept far and wide o'er dark and sullen seas, And where the first earth-mother sat, a child upon her knees. The poem I should like to write is written in the stars, Where Venus holds her glowing torch behind her gleaming bars; Where old Arcturus swings his lamp across the fields of space, And all his brilliant retinue is wheeling into place; Where unknown suns must rise and set, as ages onward fare The poem I should like to write is surely written there. No human hand can write it, for with a pen divine, The Master Poet wrote it each burning word and line. Margaret A. Windes Life's Finest Things Life's finest things, the things that last, Are ours, but never fettered fast. The exodus of birds and fowls when blasts begin to blow, The fuzzy Spring buds peeping forth, at passing of the snow; Prolific Summer's teeming life, the omtone of the bee, Resplendent Autumn's full-toned leaves ablaze on every tree; 76 QUOTABLE POEMS The sorcery of Winter's moon, frost's leafage on the pane, The solemn forest's awful hush, the rhythm of the rain; A timid breeze that wakes a lake, the ocean's troubled breast, A storm-scourged mountain rearing high its chaste un- bending crest; Recall the tender words of love or long forgotten lays, The bonfire's spicy fragrant smoke on Indian-summer days. The flaming death robes of the day, the marvel of its birth, The frozen green in the fissures that split the glacier's girth. The glint of gorgeous green-blue eyes in peacock's spread of tail, A sense of God's omnipotence when thunder rends the vale, Proud dreams and schemes of vibrant youth which surely must come true, That brave exalted purpose of the child that once was you; The nursing back a loved one from the verge of voiceless dust, The greatest boon to human kind, the great, great gift of trust. Life's finest things, the things that last, Are ours, but never fettered fast. The finest things writ on the scroll Are only grappled by the soul. Bangs Burgess What of the Darkness? What of the darkness? Is it very fair? Are there great calms? and find we silence there? Like soft-shut lilies, all your faces glow With some strange peace our faces never know, With some strange faith our faces never dare Dwells it in Darkness? Do you find it there? QUOTABLE POEMS 77 Is it a Bosom where tired heads may lie? Is it a Mouth to kiss our weeping dry? Is it a Hand to still the pulse's leap? Is it a Voice that holds the runes of sleep? Day shows us not such comfort anywhere Dwells it in Darkness? Do you find it there? Out of the Day's deceiving light we call Day that shows man so great, and God so small, That hides the stars, and magnifies the grass O is the Darkness too a lying glass! Or undistracted, do you find truth there? What of the Darkness? Is it very fair? Richard le Gallienne Christmas Eve The door is on the latch tonight, The hearth-fire is aglow, I seem to hear soft passing feet The Christ child in the snow. My heart is open wide tonight For stranger, kith or kin; I would not bar a single door Where love might enter in. Author Unknown The Pathway to Paradise " How shall I find it, and which way lies The pathway leading to Paradise? " For dark and long is the road I tread; And its end is lost in the mist ahead. 78 QUOTABLE POEMS I met a man with a heavy load Toiling along the dusty road. He answered my question in mild surprise: " True work is the pathway to Paradise." I met a group with laughter and song Passing the woodland ways along. They sang their answer: " This way it lies, And joy is the pathway to Paradise." I met a woman and little child. I asked my question. The mother smiled And looked down into her baby's eyes: " Oh, love is the pathway to Paradise." Ozora S. Davis Sonnet Be secret, heart; and if your dreams have come To nothingness, and if their weight was sweet Within you then be silent in def eat, Counting your lost imaginings as the sum Of destined joy. Lest men should call you dumb Sing still the songs that hold within their beat The hopes of every man, and the wild, sweet Predictions of what earth shall yet become. Be secret, heart. The words that you would tell Of your own longing, and your keen distress Hold them to silence; kill, destroy, suppress That melody, although you love it well. And sing the songs that men have always sung Of love and sorrow, since the world was young. Anna Virginia Mitchell QUOTABLE POEMS 79 Nicodemus And Nicodemus came by night When none might hear or see He came by night to shun men's sight And away by night slunk he. He dared not come by light of day To move where sinners trod: He must hold apart from the common heart, For he was a man of God. . . . But the honest Christ, He walked with men Nor held His ways apart With publicans talked, with harlots walked, And loved them all in His heart. . . . Came Nicodemus to Christ by night; And long they reasoned, alone, Till the old man saw the sham of the law That turned his being to stone; He tore the formal husks from his life; He was born again, though gray. And, erect with the youth of a living truth He dared the world by dayl Harry Kemp A New Year Here's a clean year, A white year. Reach your hand and take it. You are The builder, And no one else can make it. 80 QUOTABLE POEMS See what it is That waits here, Whole and new; It's not a year only, But a world For you! Mary Carolyn Dames Miracles Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk by day with any one I love, Or sit at table at dinner with the rest, Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car. Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a Summer forenoon, Or animals feeding in the fields, Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in Spring ; These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, QUOTABLE POEMS 81 Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, Every foot of the interior swarms with the same. To me the sea is a continual miracle, The fishes that swim the rocks the motion of the waves the ships with men in them, What stranger miracles are there? Walt Whitman Faith " Must I submissive bow to earth my head? Restrain the restless daring of my mind? Bound by the palimpsests of men long dead, Live in the daylight as a man made blind? " " Yea, lowly bend thy stubborn neck and knees, And thou shalt win what thy proud ardors seek. This pathway leads to kindled mysteries That none have ever seen except the meek." " Never for me such craven sacrifice! Bravely I go upon a lonely quest. I will not fold my hands and close my eyes To gain an easy and ignoble rest." " So thou hast courage? Test it. Thou shalt find Precipitous the pathways to be trod. Summon the utmost valiance of thy mind. Only the audacious ever win to God." Theodore Maynard 82 QUOTABLE POEMS The Forgotten Countersign Life met me on the threshold young, divine, And promised me unutterable things; And Love, with fragrant greeting on his wings, Looked in my eyes and laid his lips on mine, And bade me quaff the magic of his wine That deep delight, or disillusion brings. Ah! had I kept my fair imaginings, I had not lost the heavenly countersign; The Shibboleth of soul supremacy ;~ The dower from my birth in higher spheres. Then might I know the purer ecstasy Of conquering Earth's test of alien tears And Life, perchance, her promise might redeem, And Love be more than a delusive dream! Corinne Roosevelt Robinson From Ode on Intimations of Immortality There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream, It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight QUOTABLE POEMS 83 Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in her breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being 84 QUOTABLE POEMS Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor man nor boy Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. William Wordsworth The World Is One The world is one; we cannot live apart, To earth's remotest races we are kin; God made the generations of one blood; Man's separation is a sign of sin. What though we solve the secret of the stars, Or from the vibrant ether pluck a song, Can this for all man's tyranny atone While Mercy weeps and waits and suffers long? Put up the sword, its day of anguish past; Disarm the forts, and then, the war-flags furled, Forever keep the air without frontiers, The great, free, friendly highway of the world. QUOTABLE POEMS 85 So that at last to rapture men may come, And hear again the music of the spheres, And stand erect, illumined, radiant, free, The travail and the triumph of the years. Hinton White Riches What to a man who loves the air Are trinkets, gauds, and jewels rare? And what is wealth or fame to one Who is a brother to the sun; Who drinks the wine that morning spills Upon the heaven-kissing hills, And sees a ray of hope afar In every glimmer of a star? What to a man whose god is truth Are spoils and stratagems, forsooth Who looks beyond the doors of death For loftier life, sublimer breath; Who can forswear the state of kings In knowledge of diviner things, The dreams immortal that unroll And burst to blossoms in his soul? Robert Loveman Only the Dream Is Real Only the dream is real. There is no plan Transcending even a rose's timid glory, A cricket's summer song. The ways of man Are stupors of the flesh, and transitory. 86 QUOTABLE POEMS There is no truth but dreams; yet man must spend His gift of quiet days in storm and stress, Unheeding that a single breath will end With one swift stroke the hoax of worldliness. Only the dream will last. Some distant day The wheels will falter, and the silent sun Will see the last beam leveled to decay, And all man's futile clangor spent and done. Yet after brick and steel and stone are gone, And flesh and blood are dust, the dream lives on. Anderson M. Scruggs Expect! Expect the best! It lies not in the past. God ever keeps the good wine till the last. Beyond are nobler work and sweeter rest. Expect the best! William Pierson Merrill I Would Not Always Reason I would not always reason. The straight path Wearies us with the never-varying lines, And we grow melancholy. I would make Reason my guide, but she should sometimes sit Patiently by the wayside, while I traced The mazes of the pleasant wilderness Around me. She should be my counsellor, But not my tyrant. For the spirit needs Impulses from a deeper source than hers; And there are notions, in the mind of man, That she must look upon with awe. William Cullen Bryant From " The Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus " QUOTABLE POEMS 87 The Master of My Boat I owned a little boat a while ago And sailed a Morning Sea without a fear, And whither any breeze might fairly blow I'd steer the little craft afar or near. Mine was the boat, And mine the air, And mine the sea, Not mine a care. My boat became my place of nightly toil, I sailed at sunset to the fishing ground; At morn the boat was freighted with the spoil That my all-conquering work and skill had found. Mine was the boat, And mine the net, And mine the skill And power to get. One day there passed along the silent shore, While I my net was casting in the sea, A Man, who spoke as never man before; I followed Him new life began in me. Mine was the boat, But His the voice, And His the call, Yet mine the choice. Ah, 'twas a fearful night out on the lake, And all my skill availed not at the helm, Till Him asleep I waken, crying, " Take, Take Thou command, lest waters overwhelm! " 88 QUOTABLE POEMS His was the boat, And His the sea, And His the peace O'er all and me. Once from His boat He taught the curious throng, Then bade me let down nets out in the sea; I murmured, but obeyed, nor was it long Before the catch amazed and humbled me. His was the boat, And His the skill, And His the catch, And His my will. Joseph Addison Richards Slaves They are slaves who fear to speak, For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose, Hatred, scoffing and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink, From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be, In the right with two or three. James Russell Lowell On Broadway Great jewels glitter like a wizard's rain Of pearl and ruby in the women's hair. And all the men each drags a golden chain, As though he walked in freedom. In the glare, QUOTABLE POEMS 89 Luxurious-cushioned wheels a revel-train Where kings of song with weary feet have trod, Where Poe, sad priest to Beauty and to Pain, Bore through the night the Vision and the God. And yet, perhaps, in this assemblage vast, In some poor heart sounds the enraptured chord, And staggering homeward from a hopeless quest The God-anointed touched me, meanly dressed, And, like a second Peter, I have passed Without salute the vessel of the Lord. George Sylvester Viereck Do You Fear the Wind? Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane: The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your cheek will tan, You'll grow ragged and weary and swarthy, But you'll walk like a man! Hamlin Garland What Is Good? " What is the real good? " I asked in musing mood. Order, said the law court; Knowledge, said the school; 90 QUOTABLE POEMS Truth, said the wise man; Pleasure, said the fool; Love, said a maiden; Beauty, said the page; Freedom, said the dreamer; Home, said the sage; Fame, said the soldier; Equity, the seer; Spake my heart full sadly, " The answer is not here." Then within my bosom Softly this I heard: " Each heart holds the secret; Kindness is the word." John Boyle O'Reilly Life Life is too brief * Between the budding and the falling leaf. Between the seed time and the golden sheaf, For hate and spite. We have no time for malice and for greed; Therefore, with love make beautiful the deed; Fast speeds the night. Life is too swift Between the blossom and the white snow's drift, Between the silence and the lark's uplift, For bitter words. In kindness and in gentleness our speech Must carry messages of hope, and reach The sweetest chords. QUOTABLE POEMS 91 Life Is too great Between the infant's and the man's estate, Between the clashing of earth's strife and fate, For petty things. ' Lo! we shall yet who creep with cumbered feet Walk glorious over heaven's golden street, Or soar on wings! W. M. Vories Chiaroscuro Beauty growing on a thorn, Love victorious on a tree Conquer every cynic's scorn, Prove life's immortality! John B. Thompson Life Shall Live For Evermore My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore: Else earth is darkness at the core, And dust and ashes all that is This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim. What then were God to such as I? 'Twere hardly worth my while to choose Of things all mortal; or to use A little patience ere I die: 92 QUOTABLE POEMS 'Twere best at once to sink to peace Like birds the charming serpent draws, To drop headforemost in the jaws Of vacant darkness, and to cease. Alfred Tennyson From " In Memoriam " Miracle Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; Today the glint of green is there Tomorrow will be leaflets spare; I know no thing so wondrous fair No miracle so strangely rare. I wonder what will next be there! L. H. Bailey Humanity There is a soul above the soul of each, A mightier soul, which yet to each belongs There is a sound made of all human speech, And numerous as the concourse of all songs: And in that soul lives each, in each that soul, Though all the ages are its lifetime vast; Each soul that dies, in its most sacred whole Receiveth life that shall for ever last. And thus for ever with a wider span Humanity o'erarches time and death: Man can elect the universal man And live in life that ends not with this breath; And gather glory that increases still Till Time his glass with Death's last dust shall fill Richard Watson Dixon QUOTABLE POEMS 93 A Prayer for Today Lord, in an age of steel and stone, When girders tell the dreamer's plan: Give me the grace to stand alone, Give me the strength to be a man. As mighty trains on shining rails Haste onward through the night and day: Send me on work that never fails Because of indolent delay. As planes that plunge into the sky To find themselves upborne on air: Teach me the life of trust to try, And find the soul upheld through prayer. From distant places voices speak They fill the mind with mystery: Then may I now Thy message seek, O, let me keep in tune with Thee. Amid the motion of machine, The whirl of wheel, the rush of wings: Help me to live the life serene, Because victorious over things. May something of the vast designs That motivate and move our days, Be but inevitable signs Which call life into lordlier ways. Charles Nelson Pace 94 QUOTABLE POEMS Be Merciful Once ran my prayer as runs the brook O'er pebbles and through sunny meads; No pain my inmost spirit shook, Words broke in shallows of small needs. But now the shadows on me lie, Deep-cut the channel of the years; And prayer is but a sobbing cry Through whitened lips and falling tears. Not glibly, but with broken speech, O God, my God, I pray to Thee; Enough if now I may beseech, Be merciful, God, to me! John T. McFarland The Undiscovered Country Lord, for the erring thought Not unto evil wrought: Lord, for the wicked will Betrayed and baffled still: For the heart from itself kept, Our thanksgiving accept. For ignorant hopes that were Broken to our blind prayer: For pain, death, sorrow sent Unto our chastisement: For all loss of seeming good, Quicken our gratitude. William Dean Howells QUOTABLE POEMS 95 Two Prayers Only for these I pray, Pray with assurance strong: Light to discover the way, Power to follow it long. Let me have light to see, Light to be sure and know; When the road is clear to me Willingly I go. Let me have power to do, Power of the brain and nerve, Though the task is heavy and new Willingly I will serve. My prayers are lesser than three, Nothing I pray but two Let me have light to see, Let me have power to do. Charlotte Perkins Oilman Foreign Missions in Battle Array An endless line of splendor, These troops with heaven for home, With creeds they go from Scotland, With incense go from Rome. These, in the name of Jesus, Against the dark gods stand, They gird the earth with valor, They heed their King's command. 96 QUOTABLE POEMS Onward the line advances, Shaking the hills with power, Slaying the hidden demons, The lions that devour. No bloodshed in the wrestling, But souls new-born arise The nations growing kinder, The child-hearts growing wise. What is the final ending? The issue, can we know? Will Christ outlive Mohammed? Will Kali's altar go? This is our faith tremendous, Our wild hope, who shall scorn, That in the name of Jesus The world shall be reborn! Vachel Lindsay Ships That Pass in the Night Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and silence. Henry WadswortA Longfellow From " Tales of a Wayside Inn " Silence God must have loved the silence, for he laid A stillness on the sunset and the dawn; Upon the moment when the bird has gone Leaving a note, high-hung, within the glade QUOTABLE POEMS 97 More sweet than when he sang it; moons that pass Too full of forests' changelessness for sound; Creeping of little frosts along the ground; Silence of growth among the summer grass. God must have deeply loved the silences, For is there one of us who has not heard Promptings to silence that he speaks not of? What of an old remorse; a hope that is Too deeply hoped; what of a grief outgrown; And silent, old, unconquerable love? Mavis C. Barnett Love Suffereth Long The Writ of Loving Well Still makes its old demands: A sometime residence in Hell, The nailprints in the hands. All those who pledge themselves, And to its terms agree Must chance an unexclusive cross, A common Calvary! Sara Henderson Hay Nameless Saints The healing of the world Is in its nameless saints. Each separate star Means nothing, but a myriad scattered stars Break up the night and make it beautiful. Bayard Taylor 98 QUOTABLE POEMS Goshen How can you live in Goshen? Said a friend from afar. This is a wretched little place Where people talk about tawdry things And plant cabbages in the moonlight. . . . But I do not live in Goshen, I answered. I live in Greece Where Plato taught and Phidias carved. I live in Rome Where Cicero penned immortal lines And Michelangelo dreamed things of beauty. Do not think my world is small Because you find me in a little village. I have my books, my pictures, my dreams, Enchantments that transcend Time and Space. I do not live in Goshen at all, I live in an unbounded universe With the great souls of all the ages For my companions. Edgar Frank Prayer Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun. So clear I see that things I thought Were right or harmless were a sin; So clear I see that I have sought, Unconscious, selfish aims to win. QUOTABLE POEMS 99 So clear I see that I have hurt The souls I might have helped to save; That I have slothful been, inert, Deaf to the calls Thy leaders gave. In outskirts of Thy kingdom vast, Father, the humblest spot give me; Set me the lowliest task Thou hast; Let me, repentant, work for Thee! Helen Hunt Jackson Prayer for Miracle God! No more Thy miracle withhold; To us in tents give palaces of gold. And while we stumble among things that are Give us the solace of a guiding-star! Anna Wickham The Heart Is a Strange Thing The heart is a strange thing: It has no eyes, But it can see through dark earth And beyond blue skies. The heart has no hands, But, knowing Love's touch, All the hands of the world Cannot do as much. The heart has no feet, But it may go Swiftly to Heaven above Or Hell below. 100 QUOTABLE POEMS The heart is a strange thing, More strange than the head: Sometimes it may live again After long dead. Minnie Case Hopkins The Heart of the Tree What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants a friend of sun and sky; He plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty, towering high; He plants a home to heaven anigh For song and mother-croon of bird In hushed and happy twilight heard The treble of heaven's harmony These things he plants who plants a tree. What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants cool shade and tender rain, And seed and bud of days to be, And years that fade and flush again; He plants the glory of the plain; He plants the forest's heritage; The harvest of a coining age ; The joy that unborn eyes shall see These things he plants who plants a tree. What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants, in sap and leaf and wood, In love of home and loyalty And far-cast thought of civic good His blessing on the neighborhood QUOTABLE POEMS 101 Who in the hollow of His hand Holds all the growth of all our land A nation's growth from sea to sea Stirs in his heart who plants a tree. Henry C. Bunner A Little Work A little work, a little play To keep us going and so, good-day! A little warmth, a little light Of love's bestowing and so, good-night! A little fun, to match the sorrow Of each day's growing and so, good-morrow! A little trust that when we die We reap our sowing! And so good-bye! George du Manner I Would Be Great OLord, I would be great But not in some spectacular way For world acclaim. Beyond my talents Lie outstanding deeds, perhaps; But, Lord, I would be great In faithfulness to each small task Thou givest me, To do the best I can With what I have For Thy name's sake. 102 QUOTABLE POEMS And if, some day, Thou sendest me Some task that seems too big For hands that only little deeds have done, I know that what I cannot do, Thou canst, through me, if I but will, And in Thy strength 111 do the thing that is too big for me. Help me, Lord, to stand approved In faithfulness to every task. Thus, in Thy sight I will be great. Battle B. McCracken Builders When we build, let us think that we build forever. Let it not be for present delight nor for present use alone. Let it be such work as our descendants will thank us for, and let us think, as we lay stone on stone, that a time is to come when those stones will be held sacred because our hands have touched them, and that men will say as they look upon the labor and wrought substance of them, " See! This our Fathers did for us." John Ruskin Ave Crux, Spes Unica! More than two crosses stand on either side The Cross today on more than one dark hill; More than three hours a myriad men have cried, And they are crying still. Before Him now no mocking faces pass; Heavy on all who built the cross, it lies; Pilate is hanging there, and Caiaphas, Judas without his price. QUOTABLE POEMS 103 Men scourge each other with their stinging whips; To crosses high they nail, and they are nailed; More than one dying man with parched lips, " My God ! My God ! " has wailed. Enlarged is Golgotha. But One alone His healing shadow over all can fling; One King Divine has made His Cross a Throne. " Remember us, King! " Edward Shtilito Each and All Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one Nothing is fair or good alone. I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now; For I did not bring home the river and sky; He sang to my ear they sang to my eye. The delicate shells lay on the shore; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave, 104 QUOTABLE POEMS And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me. I wiped away the weeds and foam I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. The lover watched his graceful maid, As 'mid the virgin train she strayed, Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage; The gay enchantment was undone A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, " I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth." As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and deity; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird; Beauty through my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. Ralph Waldo Emerson QUOTABLE POEMS 105 Gifts Dear God, I stand with empty hands To have them filled. The other gifts Thou gavest me I long have spilled. And some I broke upon these stones, And some are bled Until they died, because my thoughts To strangeness wed. Dear God, I would have other gifts Within my hands. Seal them upon me in Thy wrath With golden bands; That I may never lose again A love, but free My heart, in deepening loneliness, To ecstasy. Mary Edgar Comstock For Transient Things Let us thank God for unfulfilled desire, For beauty that escapes our clutch and flies; Let us thank God for loveliness that dies, For violet leapings of a dying fire, For ebbing lives and seas, the fading choir Of quiet stars, the momentary guise That love assumes within a lover's eyes Before it fades with other things that tire. Better that beauty wear into the night An inky garment of uncandled hours 106 QUOTABLE POEMS Than stay forever robed in festal white, And so, familiar grown, like flowers One counts as common weeds, begin to pall Better that beauty should not be at all. James A. 5. McPeek Simon and Judas How dare we look askance at these two men, Toy with unspoken thoughts, " Were I there then " Venture to pity, blame, or mildly scoff? We, who have struck not once with any sword, Who have so many times betrayed our Lord, Nor followed even at a great way off! Kenneth W. Porter Kinship I am part of the sea and stars And the winds of the South and North, Of mountain and moon and Mars, And the ages sent me forth! Blind Homer, the splendor of Greece, Sang the songs I sang ere he fell; She whom men call Beatrice Saw me in the depths of hell. I was hanged at dawn for a crime Flesh dies, but the soul knows no death; I piped to great Shakespeare's chime The witches' song in Macbeth. QUOTABLE POEMS 107 All, all who have suffered and won, Who have struggled and failed and died, Am I, with work still undone, And a spear-mark in my side. I am part of the sea and stars And the winds of the South and North, Of mountain and moon and Mars, And the ages sent me forth! Edward H. S. Terry The Secret April whispered this to me And I have done with sorrow now: " / am death's white mystery/' April whispered this to me. " Life from death! ecstasy Of the first white lifted bough! " April whispered this to me And I have done with sorrow. John Richard Moreland Faith I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea Come drifting home with broken masts and sails; I shall believe the Hand which never fails From seeking evil worketh good for me; And though I weep because those sails are battered, Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered, " I trust in Thee." 108 QUOTABLE POEMS I will not doubt, though all my prayers return Unanswered from the still, white realm above; I shall believe it is an all-wise Love Which has refused those things for which I yearn; And though at times I cannot keep from grieving, Yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing Undimmed shall burn. I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees about a hive; I shall believe the heights for which 1 strive Are only reached by anguish and by pain; And though I groan and tremble with my crosses, I yet shall see, through my severest losses, The greater gain. I will not doubt; well anchored in the faith, Like some stanch ship, my soul braves every gale, So strong its courage that it will not fail To breast the mighty unknown sea of Death. 0, may I cry, when body parts with spirit, " I do not doubt," so listening worlds may hear it, With my last breath. Ella Wheeler Wilcox Fortune There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. William Shakespeare From " Julius Caesar " QUOTABLE POEMS 109 From The Over-Heart Above, below, in sky and sod In leaf and spar, in star and man, Well might the wise Athenian scan The geometric signs of God, The measured order of His plan. And India's mystics sang aright Of the One Life pervading all One Being's tidal rise and fall In soul and form, in sound and sight - Eternal outflow and recall. God is: and man in guilt and fear This central fact of Nature owns; Kneels, trembling, by his altar-stones, And darkly dreams the ghastly smear Of blood appeases and atones. Guilt shapes by Terror: deep within The human heart the secret lies Of all the hideous deities; And, painted on a ground of sin, The fabled gods of torment rise! And what is He? The ripe grain nods, The sweet dews fall, the flowers blow; But darker signs His presence show: The earthquake and the storm are God's And good and evil interflow. 110 QUOTABLE POEMS O hearts of love! O souls that turn Like sunflowers to the pure and best! To you the truth is manifest: For they the mind of Christ discern Who lean like John upon his breast! John Greenleaf Wkittier The Friendly Faces of Old Sorrows I love the friendly faces of old Sorrows; I have no secrets that they do not know. They are so old, I think they have forgotten What bitter words were spoken, long ago. I hate the cold, stern faces of new Sorrows Who stand and watch, and catch me all alone. I should be braver if I could remember How different the older ones have grown. Karle Wilson Baker Wages Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on an endless sea! Glory of virtue: to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong. Nay, but she aimed not at glory, no lover of glory she: Give her the glory of going on, and still to be. The wages of sin is death: if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky: Give her the wages of going on, and not to die. Alfred Tennyson QUOTABLE POEMS 111 The Music of a Friend I had a garden where for sunless days And many starless nights the dusky ways Were weed-o'ergrown and silent. There I heard No voice of love low calling to its own, And found nor joy nor beauty; but alone I lived, till through the silence, like a bird Full-throated, came the music of a friend. Louis 7. Ledoux Peace and Joy Peace does not mean the end of all our striving, Joy does not mean the drying of our tears; Peace is the power that comes to souls arriving Up to the light where God Himself appears. Joy is the wine that God is ever pouring Into the hearts of those who strive with Him, Lightening their eyes to vision and adoring, Strength'ning their arms to warfare glad and grim. G. A. Studdert-Kennedy Mizpah Go thou thy way, and I go mine; Apart, yet not afar; Only a thin veil hangs between The pathways where we are. And " God keep watch 'tween thee and me," This is my prayer; He looks thy way, He looketh mine, And keeps us near. 112 QUOTABLE POEMS I know not where thy road may lie, Or which way mine may be ; If mine shall be through parching sands And thine beside the sea. Yet " God keep watch 'tween thee and me." So never fear. He holds thy hand, He daspeth mine, And keeps us near. Should wealth and fame perchance be thine, And my lot lowly be; Or you be sad and sorrowful And glory be for me, Yet " God keep watch 'tween thee and me." Both be His care. One arm round thee and one round me Will keep us near. I sigh sometimes to see thy face, But since this may not be, 111 leave thee to the care of Him Who cares for thee and me. " I'll have you both beneath my wings " This comforts, dear, One wing o'er thee and one o'er me, So we are near. And though our paths be separate And thy way is not mine, Yet, coming to the mercy-seat, My soul will meet with thine. And " God keep watch 'tween thee and me " I'll whisper here; He blesseth thee, He blesseth me, And we are near. Julia A. Baker QUOTABLE POEMS 113 Live and Love Live and love, Doing both nobly, because lowly; Live and work strongly, because patiently. That it be well done, unrepented of, And not to loss. Elizabeth Barrett Browning The Song of the Unsuccessful We are the toilers whom God hath barred The gifts that are good to hold, We meant full well and we tried full hard, And our failures were manifold. And we are the clan of those whose kin Were a millstone dragging them down, Yea, we had to sweat for our brother's sin, And lose the victor's crown. The seeming-able, who all but scored, From their teeming tribe we come: What was there wrong with us, Lord, That our lives were dark and dumb? The men, ten-talented, who still Strangely, missed the goal, Of them we are: it seems Thy will To harrow some in soul. We are the sinners, too, whose lust Conquered the higher claims, We sat us prone in the common dust, And played at the devil's games. 114 QUOTABLE POEMS We are the hard-luck folk, who strove Zealously, but in vain; We lost and lost, while our comrades throve, And still we are lost again. We are the doubles of those whose way Was festal with fruits and flowers, Body and brain we were sound as they, But the prizes were not ours. A mighty army our full ranks make, We shake the graves as we go; The sudden stroke and the slow heart-break, They both have brought us low. And while we are laying life's sword aside, Spent and dishonored and sad, Our Epitaph this, when once we have died: " The weak lie here, and the bad." We wonder if this can be really the close, Life's fever cooled by death's trance; And we cry, though it seem to our dearest of foes, " God, give us another chance! " Richard Burton Grace for Grace Thy gifts without Thy grace are lacking still; Imperfect I do turn Thy gifts to ill; Therefore would I with all Thy gifts entreat These graces three to make Thy gifts complete: The grace to see, and wonder at the sight; The grace to take, and use Thy gift aright; The grace to share with him in poorer plight. Mark Guy Pearse QUOTABLE POEMS 115 The Proud They are the proudest who have met defeat, They are the proudest who must walk alone, Cherishing the vanished and the sweet, Remembering blossoms broken on a stone. Go softly, you who have no loss to weep, Who sink at night to deep, untroubled rest, And envy the defeated who must keep The ghost of beauty in an empty breast. Frances M. Frost Glory To Them Glory to them, the toilers of the earth, Who wrought with knotted hands, in wood and stone, Dreams their unlettered minds could not give birth And symmetries their souls had never known. Glory to them, the artisans, who spread Cathedrals like brown lace before the sun, Who could not build a rhyme, but reared instead The Doric grandeur of the Parthenon. I never cross a marble portico, Or lift my eyes where stained glass windows steal From virgin sunlight moods of deeper glow, Or walk dream-peopled streets, except to feel A hush of reverence for that vast dead Who gave us beauty for a crust of bread. Anderson M 116 QUOTABLE POEMS Days How can I tell which days have yielded fruit? The days I labored at a task not mine? The days I yielded to a wild pursuit? The days I cast my pearls before the swine? The days I hoarded every golden hour? The days I laughed? The days I bore in pain? The days when all my honey had turned sour? The days I gathered in another's gain? The days I studied and the days I wrought? The days I loafed and only trusted God? The days when whispered dreamings came unsought, And I drew wisdom as I turned the sod? How shall I know which ones of all the days Shall on the last day bring me blame or praise? Eliot Kays Stone The One Remains The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity. . . . John Keats From " Adonais " Knowledge They list for me the things I can not know: Whence came the world? What Hand flung out the light Of yonder stars? How could a God of right Ordain for earth an ebbless tide of woe? QUOTABLE POEMS U7 Their word is true ; I would not scorn their doubt Who press their questions of the how and why. But this I know: that from the star-strewn sky There comes to me a peace that puts to rout All brooding thoughts of dread, abiding death; And too I know, with every fragrant dawn, That Life is Lord; that, with the Winter gone, There cometh Spring, a great reviving Breath. It is enough that life means this to me; What death shall mean, some sunny Morn shall see. Thomas Curtis Clark Quiet Things I thqr>Tg the Lord for quiet things Whose names are half -asleep; Names that were born of quietness And laid in peace to steep; Such lovely, safe, serene old words As dovecotes hills and sheep. For silent sober-colored things I bless the Lord of dreams This Heron standing motionless, More shade than bird he seems For this grey, ghostly fisherman Of lonely pools and streams. LW. The Way of Sacrifice He who hath watched, not shared, the strife, Knows how the day hath gone. He only lives with the world's life Who hath renounced his own. Matthew Arnold 118 QUOTABLE POEMS Three Things Three things I beg of Life to let me keep: Rare strength, which through dark storm will safely last Until my souPs dire need of it is past Because its main pilasters reach so deep; Initiative, with eager, circling sweep Of wings. . . . High courage, of the keen enthusiast Who even in his dreams can hear the blast Of trumpet calls that urge him up the steep. Real strength endures . . . initiative impels, And flaming courage molds a dauntless heart. Dynamic power these give and self-release. With them, the world's great inner citadels Are mine . . . gay plumed adventure they impart To Life while traveling toward the Sunset Peace. Gertrude B. Gunderson Whence Cometh War? Whence cometh war? Bring the foul thing to bar. Out of the hatreds of the ages long; Out of the greed and blood-lust of the strong; Out of the strutting swagger of the proud; Out of the mad hysterias of the crowd; Out of the lying honor of the State; Out of the coward meanness of the great; Out of the toll that profit takes from toil, Of surplus spoil, piled up on surplus spoil, Choking to idleness the workman's wheel, Or raping all the earth with ruthless steel; Out of a devil's smoke-screen of defense, That turns to foolishness the things of sense, QUOTABLE POEMS 119 Makes virtue's garden a vast swamp of vice, And sells the Son of Man at Judas 7 price, Nor has the grace to cast away the pelf But makes of God an infidel himself. Whence cometh war? we know the truth too well Out of the mouth of hell! Robert Whitaker The Man-Hunt The four brothers are out to kill. France, Russia, Britain, America The four republics are sworn brothers to kill the kaiser. Yes, this is the great man-hunt; And the sun has never seen till now Such a line of toothed and tusked man -killers., In the blue of the upper sky, In the green of the undersea, In the red of winter dawns. Eating to kill, Sleeping to kill, Asked by their mothers to kill, Wished by four-fifths of the world to kill To cut the kaiser's throat, To hack the kaiser's head, To hang the kaiser on a high-horizon gibbet. And is it nothing else than this? Three times ten million men asking the blood Of a half-cracked one-armed child of the German kings? Three times ten million men asking the blood Of a child with his head wrong-shaped, 120 QUOTABLE POEMS The blood of rotted kings in his veins? If this were all, God, I would go to the far timbers And look on the gray wolves Tearing the throats of moose: I would ask a wilder drunk of blood. Look! It is four brothers in joined hands together. The people of bleeding France, The people of bleeding Russia, The people of Britain, the people of America These are the four brothers, these are the four republics. Carl Sandburg From " The Four Brothers " Wage-Slaves to War-Makers We have no land for which to fight Except where Russia cracks the night. This is your land, within your power. We break the rock; you pluck the flower. We build the roads on which you speed. And when we strike for what we need We learn at once how well you own The press, the courts and every stone Of every structure that we rear. Say, what invaders shall we fear? Why should we care out on the job If you or others drive and rob? We have no land for which to fight Though all the world is ours by right. We workers grimed with soot and mud Have shed enough and more of blood. QUOTABLE POEMS 121 Each office-building overhead Is built on corpses of our dead. We have no quarrel across the foam But here within our jail, your home! We give our pledge we shall not kill. For ours the braver, kinder will. But if you force us till we do, It will be you, it will be you! Ralph Cheyney Five Souls FIRST SOUL I was a peasant of the Polish plain; I left my plough because the message ran: Russia, in danger, needed every man To save her from the Teuton; and was slain. / gave my life for freedom This I know; For those who bade me fight had told me so. SECOND SOUL I was a Tyrolese, a mountaineer; I gladly left my mountain home to fight Against the brutal treacherous Muscovite; And died in Poland on a Cossack spear. I gave my life for freedom This I know; For those who bade me fight had told me so. THIRD SOUL I worked at Lyons, at my weavers' loom When suddenly the Prussian despot hurled His felon blow at France and at the world; Then went I forth to Belgium and my doom. / gave my life for freedom This I know; For those who bade me fight had told me so. 122 QUOTABLE POEMS FOURTH SOUL I owned a vineyard by the wooded Main, Until the Fatherland, begirt by foes Lusting her downfall, called me, and I rose, Swift to the call, and died in fair Lorraine. 7 gave my life for freedom This I know; For those who bade me fight had told me so. FIFTH SOUL I worked in a great shipyard by the Clyde. There came a sudden word of wars declared, Of Belgium peaceful, helpless, unprepared, Asking our aid: I joined the ranks, and died. 7 gave my life for freedom This I know; For those who bade me fight had told me so. W. N. Ewer War Did the rose-bush or the oak Thrill at Trenton's battle-smoke? Did the earthworm in the mould Shout when Gettysburg unrolled Its tawny thunders over him? Did corn-grains buried in the dim Terrible creative ground Cease growing at the shaken sound Of Grant's gaunt thousands marching by? Well, pondering their conduct, I Think their aloof indifference Was most amazing commonsense! E. Merrill Root QUOTABLE POEMS 123 Deliver Us From . . . Is there no greater good than health and ease? Is there no deadlier enemy than death? Is God a dream to deal with as we please And life only the drawing of our breath? Duty a fever-phantom that misleads The sick confusion of a wandering brain? Let the King's Highroad choke with tangled weeds If they but barricade our paths from pain! Give us this day our daily bread that prayer We all remember! What comes next? The cry " Deliver us from sorrow and from loss, " Who were not made to suffer and to bear! " How strangely beat those words against the sky Where stands unchanging a forgotten cross! Amelia J. Burr Let Us Have Peace The earth is weary of our foolish wars. Her hills and shores were shaped for lovely things, Yet all our years are spent in bickerings Beneath the astonished stars. April by April laden with beauty comes, Autumn by Autumn turns our toil to gain, But hand at sword-hilt, still we start and strain To catch the beat of drums. Knowledge to knowledge adding, skill to skill, We strive for others' good as for our own And then, like cavemen snarling with a bone, We turn and rend and kill. . . . 124 QUOTABLE POEMS With life so fair, and all too short a lease Upon our special star! Nay, love and trust, Not blood and thunder shall redeem our dust. Let us have peace! 'Nancy Byrd Turner An Old Battle-Field The softest whisperings of the scented South, And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth; And where the thunders of the fight were born, The wind's sweet tenor in the standing corn; With song of larks, low-lingering in the loam, And blue skies bending over love and home. But still the thought: Somewhere upon the hills, Or where the vales ring with the whip-poor-wills, Sad wistful eyes and broken hearts that beat For the loved sound of unreturning feet, And, when the oaks their leafy banners wave, Dream of the battle and an unmarked grave! Frank L. Stanton If War Is Right If war is right, then God is might And every prayer is vain: Go raze your temples from the hills Red death is in the plain. QUOTABLE POEMS 125 If war is right, then God is might And every prayer is vain: Look not for Christ upon the hills He lies among the slain. Alice Corbin Love Comes And who will lead the way? The good and wise must lead. He that loves most is the best and wisest, and he it is that leads already. Violence will not yield to violence. Tell the great secret to the people. Love comes! Clear the way, ye institutions, ye laws and customs of ages of hate! The glance of his eyes would wither you. The quiet thrill of his voice would palsy your deepest foun- dations. Ye do well to tremble at his name. For he is the Revolution at last the true, long-deferred Revolution. Love is the true Revolution, for Love alone strikes at the very root of ill. Let the people love, and they will lead, Let the people love and theirs is the power! Ernest Crosby Tear Down the Walls! Tear down the walls! God made of one All men who live upon the earth; He is our Father, we his sons, Whatever be our human birth. 126 QUOTABLE POEMS Tear down the walls that separate And breed estrangement, pride and hate; The poor, the oppressed, the rich, the great Are brothers in one human state. Edgar Cooper Mason The Final Armistice Christ of the glowing heart and golden speech, Drawn by the charm divine of Thy sweet soul, The nations tend unto that far-off goal Whereof the sages dream, the prophets preach. We shall not always fail; we yet shall reach Through toil and time that shining tableland To which Thou beckonest with wounded hand. Forevermore Thy goodness doth beseech A warring world to lay its weapons down. So shall we rest and songs of plenty drown The wail of hunger, and our bitter tears, Streaming unstanched through all the dreadful years, And freely flowing still, shall yet be dried, When Thou art King who once wast crucified. Frank B. Cowgill The Torch " To you the torch we fling "; The challenge yet is heard, Bequest of fullest sacrifice, A life-demanding word. Yet this thought with it comes, A question tinged with doubt: Shall we the torch to others pass Whose light we've let go out? Arthur B. Dale QUOTABLE POEMS 127 The War at Home God of our fathers, with bowed heads we come In this glad hour when the unscathed rejoices, Strike Thou each little boaster awed and dumb Before the flame of Pentecostal voices. Our youth has stormed the hosts of hell and won; Yet we who pay the price of their oblation Know that the greater war is just begun Which makes humanity the nations' Nation. Willard Wattles Heart Heart, that beats with every human heart, Heart, that weeps with every human tear, O Heart, that sings with every human song, Fill our slow hearts with flood-tides of Thy love; That they may beat with every human heart, That they may weep with every human tear, That they may sing with every human song, And thus, through Thee, unite with all mankind. Maurice Rowntree The White Peace It lies not on the sunlit hill Nor on the sunlit plain: Nor ever on any running stream Nor on the unclouded main But sometimes, through the Soul of Man, Slow moving o'er his pain, The moonlight of a perfect peace Floods heart and brain. Fiona MacLeod 128 QUOTABLE POEMS From The Humanitarian Seeing how the world suffered and bled, He said: "My life shall bring Help to that suffering." Seeing how the earth had need Of sheer joy and beauty Above all bitter creed Of cruel penitence and duty. And how mankind Thirsted and cried for joy it could not find, His heart made quick reply, " Men shall know happiness before I die! " He who brings beauty to the lives of men Needeth no tribute of recording pen. His deeds are graven in a place apart, On the enduring tablet of the human heart. Angela Morgan The Feast Those who are not mine I will dine and flatter, Entertain and strive to please, For they do not matter. But for friendship's feast Compliments demean us; Rock for seat and sky for roof And the truth between us. Nora B. Cunningham QUOTABLE POEMS 129 The Greatest Battle That Ever Was Fought The greatest battle that ever was fought Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not: It was fought by the Mothers of Men. Not with cannon or battle shot. With sword or nobler pen; Not with eloquent word or thought From the wonderful minds of men; But deep in a walled up woman's heart; A woman that would not yield; But bravely and patiently bore her part; Lo! there is that battlefield. No marshalling troops, no bivouac song, No banner to gleam and wave; But Oh these battles they last so long From babyhood to the grave! But faithful still as a bridge of stars She fights in her walled up town; Fights on, and on, in the endless wars; Then silent, unseen goes down! Ho! ye with banners and battle shot, With soldiers to shout and praise, I tell you the kingliest victories fought Are fought in these silent ways. Joaquin Miller 130 QUOTABLE POEMS Thank God for Fools! Thank God for fools! for men who dare to dream Beyond the lean horizon of their days; Men not too timid to pursue the gleam To unguessed lands of wonder and amaze. Thank God for fools! The trails that ring the world Are dark with blood and sweat where they have passed. There are the flags of every crag unfurled; Theirs ashes and oblivion at last. Thank God for fools! abused, of low estate. We rear our temples on the stones they laid; Ours is the prize their tired souls might not wait; Theirs the requiem of the unafraid. Author Unknown Via Lucis And have the bright immensities Received our risen Lord Where light-years frame the Pleiades And point Orion's sword? Do flaming suns His footsteps trace Through corridors sublime, The Lord of interstellar space And Conqueror of time? The heaven that hides Him from our sight Knows neither near nor far: An altar candle sheds its light As surely as a star; QUOTABLE POEMS 131 And where His loving people meet To share the gift divine, There stands He with unhurrying feet, There heavenly splendors shine. Howard Chandler Robbins My Little House My house is little, but warm enough When the skies of Sorrow are snowing; It holds me safe from the tempest rough, When the winds of Despair are blowing. Its rafters come from the woods of Praise, Its walls from the quarry of Prayer, And not one echo, on stormy days, Can trouble the stillness there. The floor is bare, but the joists are strong With Faith from the heavenly hill; My lamp is Love, and the whole year long It burns unquenchable still. With sweet Content is my hearth well lit, And there, in the darkest weather, Hope and I by the fire can sit, And sing, and keep house together. May Byron From The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 132 QUOTABLE POEMS Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of Past Regrets and Future Fears: To-morrow! Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years. Into this Universe, and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, hut the long, long while the World shall last, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast. Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and sans Endl Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, And those that after some TO-MOKROW stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries, " Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There." Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so wisely they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust. Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies; The Flower that once has*blown forever dies. QUOTABLE POEMS 133 Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too. The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep, They told their comrades, and to Sleep returned. I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answer'd " I Myself am Heav'n and Hell ": Heav'n but the Vision of fulfilTd Desire, And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire, Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late emerged from, shall so soon expire. We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show; But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all HE knows HE knows! 134 QUOTABLE POEMS The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help for It As impotently moves as you or I. With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: And the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read. Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; TO-MORROW'S Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows! Would but some winged Angel ere too late Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, And make the stern Recorder otherwise Enregister, or quite obliterate! Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits and then Re-mold it nearer to the Heart's Desire! Translation by Edward Fitzgerald QUOTABLE POEMS 135 The Lost Key The key of yesterday I threw away; And now, too late, Before tomorrow's fast-closed gate Helpless I stand in vain to pray! In vain to sorrow! Only the key of yesterday Unlocks tomorrow. Priscilla Leonard The Knapsack Trail I like the wide and common road Where all may walk at will, The worn and rutted country road That runs from hill to hill; I like the road through pastures green Worn by home-coming feet Of lowing kine and barefoot boy Where twilight shadows meet. But I like best the Knapsack Trail Wherein my heart and I May walk and talk in quietness With angels passing by. The lonely Trail through forests dim That leads to God-knows-where, That winds from tree to spotted tree Till sudden we are there! Edwin Osgood Graver 136 QUOTABLE POEMS God-Appointed Work I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, But only to discover and to do With cheerful heart the work that God appoints. Jean Ingelow Thanks Thank you very much indeed, River, for your waving reed; Hollyhocks, for budding knobs; Foxgloves, for your velvet fobs; Pansies, for your silky cheeks; Chaffinches, for singing beaks; Spring, for wood anemones Near the mossy toes of trees; Summer, for the fruited pear, Yellowing crab, and cherry fare; Autumn, for the bearded load, Hazelnuts along the road; Winter, for the fairy-tale, Spitting log and bouncing hail. But, blest Father, high above, All these joys are from Thy love; And Your children everywhere, Born in palace, lane, or square, Cry with voices all agreed, " Thank You very much indeed." Norman Gale QUOTABLE POEMS 137 The Pure Heart My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. Alfred Tennyson From " Sir Galahad " Forever Those we love truly never die Though year by year the sad memorial wreath, A ring and flowers, types of life and death, Are laid upon their graves. For death the pure life saves, And life all pure is love; and love can reach From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons teach Than those by mortals read. Well blest is he who has a dear one dead; A friend he has whose face will never change A dear communion that will not grow strange; The anchor of a love is death. John Boyle O'Reilly The Street They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds, Dim ghosts of men, that hover to and fro, Hugging their bodies around them, like thin shrouds Wherein their souls were buried long ago: 138 QUOTABLE POEMS They trampled on their youth, and faith, and love, They cast their hope to human-kind away, With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove, And conquered and their spirits turned to clay: Lo ! how they wander round the world, their grave, Whose ever-gaping maw by such is fed, Gibbering at living men, and idly rave, " We, only, truly live, but ye are dead." Alas! poor fools, the anointed eye may trace A dead soul's epitaph in every face! James Russell Lowell Orisons He placed a prayer wheel where the wild winds dance, And some complained his piety was lazy; But then his thoughts on prayer were rather hazy. Yet God attended to his suppliance. He knelt on scarlet plush before his lord, And mumbled words of ancient litanies But felt uncomfortable on his knees; And God, lost in the gloomy nave, was bored. Silent, she raised her eyes that burned and glistened Like fresh lit tapers in a shadowy crypt; No raptured praise, no murmuring, tight lipped, But God stopped stars in flight an hour, and listened. E. McNeill Poteat, Jr. The Silent Places I have come back from the mountains, And the beauty of forest ways, From the pine-trail winding at sunset To the crags in the purple haze. QUOTABLE POEMS 139 I have come back from the prairies, And the free-born winds of the west, Where my soul reached out to heaven, And found in the starlight rest. I have come back to the city, With its clang and its screech and its din; Its halls are filled with madness, And its eyes are blind with sin. I think of the peaks white-crested, And the sage on the sweeping plain, And the vastness, and the silence, And the whisper of God again. I will go back to my mountains, Back to the prairies I've trod; Some day I shall stand in that silence And speak once more with my God. Harold M. HUdreth Heroism So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou musty The youth replies, / can. Ralph Waldo Emerson Sonnet I am in love with high far-seeing places That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm, In love with hours when from the circling faces Veils pass, and laughing fellowship glows warm. 140 QUOTABLE POEMS You who look on me with grave eyes where rapture And April love of living burn confessed The Gods are good! the world lies free to capture! Life has no walls. Oh, take me to your breast! Take me be with me for a moment's span! I am in love with all unveiled faces. I seek the wonder at the heart of man; I would go up to the far-seeing places. While youth is ours, turn toward me for a space The marvel of your rapture-lighted face! Arthur Damson Ficke The Vision You are the vision, you are the image of the dream, The voice among the stars, the silence in the stream; A breath of the infinite poise, where space and time are spun, And the circling orbits wheel their planets round the sun. Beyond the outer margin where nothing calls to God Leaps the fiery symbol to bloom where your feet have trod; Here is the earth resurgent with color and bloom of Spring, Glorying the dream and the vision in the song you bring. William Stanley Braithwaite I, Too, Have Known I, too, have known Gethsemane In lonely tryst, I have broken bread with Peter . . By Judas kissed. And grim frustration I have known Of cherished plans, Met Thomas-doubts instead of trust In many lands. QUOTABLE POEMS 141 I, too, have known the rabble throng, Their taunts and jeers, I, too, have borne the heavy cross 'Mid scornful sneers. But oh, I've reached the heights sublime At dawn of day, Known glorious triumph when the stone Was rolled away. Marguerite George The Human Touch High thoughts and noble in all lands Help me; my soul is fed by such. But ah, the touch of lips and hands The human touch! Warm, vital, close, life's symbols dear These need I most, and now, and here. Richard Burton Today Today, new-born from all my yesterdays, Lies in my cupped hand, a fragile, prophetic thing Just broken from its chrysalis with wings aflutter. What far flight shall it make with buoyant pinions? What fateful tomorrows shall it breed Before it folds its worn wings In the last twitchings of its dreamless sleep? I hold today in my hand and watch its unfolding. Then in faith I release it and wait the will of God. Ozora 5. Davis 142 QUOTABLE POEMS Sonnet A 'wretched thing it were, to have our heart Like a thronged highway or a populous street, Where every idle thought has leave to meet, Pause, or pass on as in an open mart; Or like some road-side pool, which no nice art Has guarded that the cattle may not beat And foul it with a multitude of feet, Till of the heavens it can give back no part. But keep thou thine a holy solitude, For He who would walk there, would walk alone; He who would drink there, must be first endued With single right to call that stream his own; Keep thou thine heart, close fastened, unrevealed, A fenced garden, and a fountain sealed. Richard Chenevix Trench God As the bee through the garden ranges, From world to world the godhead changes; As the sheep go feeding in the waste, From form to form He maketh haste; This vault which glows immense with light Is the inn where He lodges for a night. What recks such Traveller if the bowers Which bloom and fade like meadow flowers A bunch of fragrant lilies be, Or the stars of eternity? Alike to Him the better, the worse The glowing angel, the outcast corse. Thou metest Him by centuries, And lo! He passes like the breeze; QUOTABLE POEMS 143 Thou seek'st in glade and galaxy, He hides in pure transparency; Thou askest in fountains and in fires, He is the essence that inquires. He is the axis of the star; He is the sparkle of the spar; He is the heart of every creature; He is the meaning of each feature; And His mind is the sky, Than all it holds more deep, more high. Ralph Waldo Emerson From " Woodnotes " That 'Twere Possible O that 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again. . . . Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. Alfred Tennyson From "Maud" From The Builders There is an architecture grander far Than all the fortresses of war, More inextinguishably bright Than learning's lonely towers of light. Framing its walls of faith and hope and love In deathless souls of men, it lifts above 144 QUOTABLE POEMS The frailty of our earthly home An everlasting dome; The sanctuary of the human host, The living temple of the Holy Ghost. Henry van Dyke A Mother Understands Dear Lord, I hold my hand to take Thy body broken once for me, Accept the sacrifice I make, My body, broken, Christ, for Thee. His was my body, born of me, Born of my bitter travail pain, And it lies broken on the field, Swept by the wind and the rain. Surely a Mother understands Thy thorn-crowned head, The mystery of Thy pierced hands the Broken Bread. G. A. Studdert-Kennedy "From The Eternal Goodness I bow my forehead to the dust, I veil mine eyes for shame, And urge, in trembling self-distrust, A prayer without a claim. I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, Hie world confess its sin. QUOTABLE POEMS 145 Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good! John Greenleaf Whittier The Rivals Freedom and Faith went wooing for a soul; And Freedom said: " I love the open ways, Who weds with me shall come and go at will." " Who weds with me," said Faith, " shall wear a yoke; Linked in his consciousness to Cosmic Law, Moving between high confidence and awe, Knowing himself one with all human folk, With all that is, yet shall this thought evoke Temple and citadel from dust and straw; He shall be builder, and shall find no flaw In dreaming dreams, yet measuring his stroke." And the soul answered Freedom, " Freer still Than he who has no path, is he who stays Upon the track that runs from goal to goal." Robert Whitaker Beyond This, the Infinite The space Which yields thee knowledge do its bounds embrace Well-willing and wise-working, each at height? Enough: beyond this lies the infinite! Robert Browning From " Francis Turin! " 146 QUOTABLE POEMS Thou Must Be True Thou must be true thyself, If thou the truth wouldst teach! Thy soul must overflow, if thou Another's soul wouldst reach; It needs the overflow of heart To give the lips full speech. Think truly, and thy thoughts Shall the world's famine feed; Speak truly, and each word of thine Shall be a fruitful seed; Live truly, and thy life shall be A great and noble creed. Horatio Bonar Woman and Man The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together, dwarf 'd or godlike, bond or free: If she be small, slight-natured, miserable, How shall men grow? but work no more alone! The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words; And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time, Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, Dispensing harvests, sowing the To-be, QUOTABLE POEMS 147 Self-reverent each and reverencing each, Distinct in individualities, But like each other, ev'n as those who love. Then comes the statelier Eden back to men; Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm: Then springs the crowning race of human-kind. May these things be! Alfred Tennyson From " The Princess " Coral Islands Although with lives, submerged and brief, Insects will mount above, Until they make a coral reef They are not dreaming of. So from dark waters of our doubt, More than we ever meant, On our dead selves, we may lift out A fertile continent. Louis Ginsberg The Prayer Perfect Dear Lord! kind Lord! Gracious Lord! I pray Thou wilt look on all I love Tenderly today! Weed their hearts of weariness; Scatter every care Down a wake of angel-wings Winnowing the air. 148 QUOTABLE POEMS Bring unto the sorrowing All release from pain; Let the lips of laughter Overflow again; And with all the needy O divine, I pray, This vast treasure of content That is mine today! James Whitcomb Riley True Love True love is but a humble low-born thing, And hath its food served up in earthen ware; It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand, Through the every-dayness of this work-day world. James Russell Lowell From "Love" At the Lincoln Memorial I think he would have hated this white shrine, This pomp of marble gleaming in the sun, He whom a cabin sheltered from the cold, Who knew a cabin's rest when day was done. And men who dwelt in cabins were his friends, In cabins and in little prairie towns, He was of them and they of him, and each So trusted other that when peril came And threatened all their fathers' toil had wrought They gave to him the guiding of the State. And though he walked with princes still he knew He held his place securely in their hearts. What can the marble's splendor mean to him? QUOTABLE POEMS 149 Strange how we litter all the earth with shrines, Dark shadowed chapels where no sunlight falls, For those who knew the sun, the touch of rain, The hope of sowing and the joy of reaping, And all the round of simple things in life The saints and seers and prophets of the race, Who called to farther goals and led the way. We carve from dull dead stone their travesties, We cover them with incense and great praise In any way to keep them from our hearts; In any way to keep from following after On that stern path that leads at last to peace! I think he would have hated this white shrine! William E> Brooks When One Knows Thee Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also Thou abidest. Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever Thou leadest me it is Thou, the same, the one companion of my endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar. When one knows Thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of the many. Rabindranath Tagore From " Gitanjali," by Rabindranath Tagore. Used by permission of the Macmillan Company, publishers. ISO QUOTABLE POEMS Before Before I brand a brother With envy or with shame, FU whisper to my heart, " He comes The road I came." If any sue for pity Though friend he be or foe I'll whisper to my soul, " He goes The road I go." Mary Sinton Leitch Our Dead Let us not think of our departed dead As caught and cumbered in these graves of earth; But think of death as of another birth, As a new freedom for the wings outspread, A new adventure waiting on ahead, As a new joy of more ethereal mirth, As a new world with friends of nobler worth, Where all may taste a more immortal bread. Edwin Markham Sic Vita Heart free, hand free, Blue above, brown under, All the world to me Is a place of wonder. Sun shine, moon shine, Stars, and winds a-blowing, All into this heart of mine Flowing, flowing, flowing! QUOTABLE POEMS 151 Mind free, step free, Days to follow after, Joys of life sold to me For the price of laughter. Girl's love, man's love Love of work and duty, Just a will of God's to prove Beauty, beauty, beauty! William Stanley Braithwaite In the Vastness, a God Deathless, though godheads be dying, Surviving the creeds that expire, Illogical, reason defying, Lives that passionate, primal desire; Insistent, persistent, forever Man cries to the silence, " Never Shall Death reign the lord of the soul, Shall the dust be the ultimate goal I will storm the black bastions of Night, I will tread where my vision has trod, I will set in the darkness a light, In the vastness, a god/' Author Unknown Autumn Leaves About the chilly, ragged lawns they lie In small decaying heaps. And pausing here, I can but mark them sadly, crushed, forlorn, Mute emblems of the slowly dying year. 152 QUOTABLE POEMS Can they be those I saw so lately swing Green-robed and merry on the maple trees, And later, clad in flaming, golden gowns, Joy-riding on the sweet October breeze? Ride high and free, such little time ago And now they lie so low! they lie so low I And yet why pity them? Full well they lived Their God-appointed plan, died joyously, And left a golden memory! Pray who Could ask a fairer fate for them, or me? Minnie Case Hopkins Not As I Will Blindfolded and alone I stand, With unknown thresholds on each hand; The darkness deepens as I grope, Afraid to fear, afraid to hope; Yet this one thing I learn to know Each day more surely as I go, That doors are opened, ways are made, Burdens are lifted or are laid By some great law, unseen and still, Unfathomed purpose to fulfil, "Not as I will." Blindfolded and alone I wait; Loss seems too bitter, gain too late; Too heavy burdens in the load And too few helpers on the road, And joy is weai and grief is strong, And years and days so long, so long; Yet this one thing I learn to know Each day more surely as I go, QUOTABLE POEMS 153 That I am glad the good and ill By changeless law are ordered still, "Not as I will." " Not as I will "; the sound grows sweet Each time my lips the words repeat, " Not as I will "; the darkness feels More safe than light when this thought steals Like whispered voice to calm and bless All unrest and all loneliness. " Not as I will," because the One Who loves us first and best has gone Before us on the road, and still For us must all His love fulfil, " Not as we will." Helen Hunt Jackson What Our Lord Wrote in the Dust We have saved the soul of the man who killed, We have turned to shrive the thief; We restored the pride of the man who lied And we gave him our belief; But for her who fell we have fashioned hell With a faith all stern and just It was so of old; and no man hath told What our Lord wrote in the dust. We have sighed betimes for our brothers' crimes And have bade them be of cheer, For the flesh is weak, and the soul grown meek May yet read its title clear. But we draw away from the one astray As the truly righteous must, She is cursed indeed and we did not read What our Lord wrote in the dust. 154 QUOTABLE POEMS For the men who thieved, and who killed and lied Who have slain the woman's soul We have worked and prayed, and have seen them made All clean and pure and whole, But we drive her out with a righteous shout In our Pharisaic trust, So the man goes free but we do not see What our Lord wrote in the dust. . ^ yr , Author unknown When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer When I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns be- fore me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I, sitting, heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wandered off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and, from time to time, Looked up in perfect silence at the stars. Trr , Trrr . Walt Whitman Rest Where You Are When spurred by tasks unceasing or undone You would seek rest afar And cannot, though the rest be fairly won, Rest where you are. Not in event, restriction, or release, In journeys near or far, But in the heart lies restlessness or peace, Rest where you are. ^ , _ , ^, Charles Poole Cleaves QUOTABLE POEMS 155 Gilead The heart is cold that has not chilled With fear that love could pass away. The soul is dry that does not thirst For clear refreshment day by day. And eyes are dim that in the light, Have never seen the need to pray. Mary Brennan Clapp And the Greatness of These I have seen an old faith falter, Spent upon some ancient altar, Where fires have turned to ashes gray For one who lost the narrow way; But in spite of wind and rain I have seen old love remain. I have seen a great house fall, Taking with it wealth and all Bringing low the proud of name, Blotting beauty, slaying fame; But I have seen them rise again By love that never can be slain. Yes, I have seen old love survive, Taking the dead to make alive, Opening the eyes of one so blind That even darkness held the mind; I have seen love writhe in pain Rise up and smile and love again. /. JR. Perkins 156 QUOTABLE POEMS Ye Who Taste That Love Is Sweet Oh, ye who taste that love is sweet, Set waymarks for all doubtful feet That stumble on in search of it. Lead life of love, that others who Behold your life may kindle too With love and cast their lot with you. W. M. Rossetti Kingdoms Where is my kingdom? I would be a king. Yet kingdoms are not made by conquering, Nor kings and queens by questioning and wondering. Kingdoms are bought by yearning, and by burning Of body and bruising of breast. This is the test, and this only, For kings and queens to be only: Have you the substance? Are you free? How much can you suffer? How far can you see? Charles Oluf Olsen From A Death In The Desert For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear believe the aged friend Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love, How love might be, hath been indeed, and is; And that we hold thenceforth to the uttermost Such prize despite the envy of the world, And, having gained truth, keep truth: that is all. Robert Browning QUOTABLE POEMS 157 Apprehension I do not fear To walk the lonely road Which leads far out into The sullen night Nor do I fear the rebel, wind-tossed Sea that stretches onward, far, Beyond the might of human hands Or human loves. It is the Brooding, sharp-thorned discontent I fear, the nagging days without A sound of song; the sunlit Noon of ease; the burden of Delight and flattery. It is The hate-touched soul I dread, The joyless heart; the unhappy Faces in the streets; the Smouldering fires of unforgiven Slights. These do I fear. Not Night, nor surging seas, nor Rebel winds. But hearts unlovely, And unloved. James A, Fraser The Bridge Builder An old man going a lone highway Came in the evening cold and gray To a chasm vast and deep and wide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim, The sullen stream had no fears for him, But he stopped when safe on the other side And built a bridge to span the tide. 158 QUOTABLE POEMS " Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near, " You are wasting your strength with building here; Your journey will end with the ending day, You never again will pass this way, You've crossed the chasm deep and wide, Why build you this bridge at evening tide? " The builder lifted his old gray head, " Good friend, in the path I have come," he said, " There followeth after me today A youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm which has been as naught to me To that fair-haired youth might a pitfall be, He, too, must cross in the twilight dim, Good friend, I am building the bridge for him." Will Allen Dromgoole Age Is Opportunity For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress; And as the evening twilight fades away, The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. Henry Wadswortk Longfellow From " Morituri Salutamus " Truth Never Dies Truth never dies. The ages come and go. The mountains wear away, the stars retire. Destruction lays earth's mighty cities low; And empires, states and dynasties expire; But caught and handed onward by the wise, Truth never dies. QUOTABLE POEMS 159 Though unreceived and scoffed at through the years; Though made the butt of ridicule and jest; Though held aloft for mockery and jeers, Denied by those of transient power possessed. Insulted by the insolence of lies, Truth never dies. It answers not. It does not take offense, But with a mighty silence bides its time; As some great cliff that braves the elements And lifts through all the storms its head sublime, It ever stands, uplifted by the wise; And never dies. As rests the Sphinx amid Egyptian sands; As looms on high the snowy peak and crest; As firm and patient as Gibraltar stands, So truth, unwearied, waits the era blest When men shall turn to it with great surprise. Truth never dies. Author Unknown Whence Cometh My Help Here, on these hills, no sense of loneliness Touches my soul. When the long days are fine, And I can see, for miles on miles, the line Of far-off mountains where their summits press Against the arching azure of the skies, Or when rain blots all objects out from me But the dim outline of the nearest tree, And little sounds so strangely magnifies, I am content. Peace on my soul descends. No unfilled longings rise in me to choke 160 QUOTABLE POEMS My will. I smell the fragrance of damp sod Whose pungency with forest odors blends, And from my shoulders, like an outworn cloak, My troubles fall, so close to me seems God. P. L. Montgomery Look Up Look up and not down. Look forward and not back. Look out and not in. Lend a hand. Edward Everett Hale The Hills of Rest Beyond the last horizon's rim, Beyond adventure's farthest quest, Somewhere they rise, serene and dim, The happy, happy, Hills of Rest. Upon their sunlit slopes uplift The castles we have built in Spain While fair amid the summer drift Our faded gardens flower again. Sweet hours we did not live go by To soothing note, on scented wing; In golden-lettered volumes lie The songs we tried in vain to sing. They all are there; the days of dream That build the inner lives of men; The silent, sacred years we deem The might be and the might have been. QUOTABLE POEMS 161 Some evening when the sky is gold I'll follow day into the west; Nor pause, nor heed, till I behold The happy, happy Hills of Rest. Albert Bigelow Paine For Martha's Kitchen Shine in, sun, on this dull place! Teach me your ways, lend me your grace, Lest I grow trivial, being bound To move within a daily round. O wind, come in and blow away The dust and cobwebs from this day, Lest I grow peevish, skirmishing With each small unimportant thing! Fay Inchjawn The Child's Appeal I am the Child. All the world waits for my coming. All the earth watches with interest to see what I shall be- come. Civilization hangs in the balance, For what I am, the world of tomorrow will be. I am the Child. I have come into your world, about which I know nothing. Why I came I know not; How I came I know not. I am curious; I am interested. 162 QUOTABLE POEMS I am the Child. You hold in your hand my destiny. You determine, largely, whether I shall succeed or fail. Give me, I pray you, those things that make for happiness. Train me, I beg you, that I may be a blessing to the world. Mamie Gene Cole A Miracle A Miracle? Is it more strange than nature's common way? From out the common clay A shaft of green is lifted toward the sun, And from its heart is spun Fair fabrics ere its day is done Whorled leaves, an airy stem, A crimson, fragile diadem, And who can tell Whence came the power thus to compel A little seed beneath the sod To fashion such a wondrous rod? A miracle? A thought of God Which science scorns Is it more strange than flowers and thorns That spring these mystic forms to birth From out the trodden paths of Earth? George Klingle Persuasion Man's life is like a Sparrow, mighty King! That while at banquet with your Chiefs you sit Housed near a blazing fire is seen to flit Safe from the wintry tempest. Fluttering, Here did it enter: there, on hasty wing, QUOTABLE POEMS 163 Flies out, and passes on from cold to cold; But whence it came we know not, nor behold Whither it goes. Even such, that transient Thing, The human Soul; not utterly unknown While in the Body lodged, her warm abode; But from what world She came, what woe or weal On her departure waits, no tongue hath shown; This mystery if the Stranger can reveal, His be a welcome cordially bestowed! William Wordsworth The Patient Scientists How they have learned the secrets of the ether! Ships in the clouds, afloat as on a sea; Voices through miles of distance singing, captured, Brought to our homes to gladden you and me. How selflessly they seek prof ounder meanings Hid in the dump of moss the iron ore! How they have found hi energy the secrets God smiled to know a billion years before. Counting their lives not dear, so they discover Some bit of truth through eons all unguessed, Something to make the lives to come the richer, Ere they themselves shall shut their eyes and rest. Ah, still the Lord God walks with noiseless footfall, Visits the workshops of these patient men Smiles on the test tubes, the revealing lenses, And " It is good," he murmurs once again. Bertha Gemeaux Woods 164 QUOTABLE POEMS Villanelle Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews, Were you spitted in vain on the tree of scorn? The Pharisees still clamor in the pews. Your flesh remembers every Roman bruise; Your brow enshrines the scar of Judah's thorn, Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews. Hearken, Savior, I have brought you news, Arise in holy anger Easter morn, The Pharisees still clamor in the pews, And strut beneath their iridescent hues While Satan wears the robe which should adorn Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews. With solemn guile, the devil spins a ruse For vain and rich. Let Gabriel sound his horn, The Pharisees still clamor in the pews, The Publican afar off wipes his shoes Upon the doormat, puzzled and forlorn; Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews, The Pharisees still clamor in the pews. A. M. Sullivan Tree-Building A tree is built of many things Of soil stuff, slanting rain and hail; Of silent snow, and skies of blue Or lowering, of frost and gale. QUOTABLE POEMS 165 Into its sinewed might are forged No less the robin's song, the grays Of morning mist, the sunset gold, And rhythms of the marching days. And by the Master built into Cottage or templed shrine, it sings, For him who hears, in soundless strains The music of intangible things. Franklin Cable Eternity In An Hour To see the World in a grain of sand, And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour . . . William Blake From " Auguries of Innocence " Too Late Late, late, so late; and dark the night and chilli Late, late, so latel but we can enter still. Too late, too late, ye cannot enter now. No light had we: for that we do repent ; And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too latel ye cannot enter now. No light: so latel and dark and chill the nightl O let us in, that we may find the light! Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. 166 QUOTABLE POEMS Have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet? O let us in, though late, to kiss his feetl No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now. From "Idylls of the King" Al ^ Tennyson Yesterday I am yesterday. I am gone from you for ever. I am the last of a long procession of days, streaming behind you, away from you, pouring into mist and obscurity, and at last into the ocean of oblivion. I depart from you, yet I am ever with you. Once I was called Tomorrow, and was virgin pure; then I became your bride and was named Today; now I am Yesterday, and carry upon me the eternal stain of your embrace. I am one of the leaves of a growing book. There are many pages before me. Some day you will turn us all over, and read us, and know what you are, I am rich, for I have wisdom. I bore you a child, and left him with you. His name is Ex- perience. I am Yesterday; yet I am the same as Today and Forever; for I am you; and you cannot escape from yourself. Frank Crane Two Trails There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. Ella Wheeler Wilcox QUOTABLE POEMS 167 True Rest Rest is not quitting The busy career; Rest is the fitting Of self to one's sphere. Tis the brook's motion Clear without strife, Fleeting to ocean, After this life. J Tis loving and serving, The highest and best; Tis onward, unswerving, And this is true rest. /. W. von Goethe Greatly Begin! Greatly begin! though thou have time But for a line, be that sublime Not failure, but low aim is crime. James Russell Lowell From " For an Autograph " Building a Temple A builder builded a temple, He wrought it with grace and skill; Pillars and groins and arches All fashioned to work his will. 168 QUOTABLE POEMS Men said, as they saw its beauty, " It shall never know decay. Great is thy skill, O builder: Thy fame shall endure for aye." A teacher builded a temple With loving and infinite care, Planning each arch with patience, Laying each stone with prayer. None praised her unceasing efforts, None knew of her wondrous plan; For the temple the teacher builded Was unseen by the eyes of man. Gone is the builder's temple, Crumbled into the dust; Low lies each stately pillar, Food for consuming rust. But the temple the teacher builded Will last while the ages roll, For that beautiful unseen temple Is a child's immortal soul. Author Unknown Today So here hath been dawning Another blue day: Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? Out of Eternity This new day was born; Into Eternity, At night, will return. QUOTABLE POEMS 169 Behold it aforetime No eye ever did; So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue day: Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? Thomas Carlyle The Hero We do not know we can but deem. And he is loyalest and best Who takes the light full on his breast And follows it throughout the dream. Ambrose Bierce The Hungry Whom does He love the most The poor, the sick, the blind, The rich, the maimed, the host Unknowingly unkind? The ones who strive, and fail; The ones who have, and lose; The ones who will not quail Nor martyrdom refuse? The wind went sobbing low To His great Heart and cried; " Dear God, they need you so, Who die unsatisfied." Caroline Gtttinan 170 QUOTABLE POEMS The Ways of The Gods In ancient times the hungry gods, Imaged in wood or stone, Enjoyed a living sacrifice Of human flesh or bone. Today the gods, more subtle, lurk Where wheels and motors roar, Though still the living sacrifice Is offered as before. Stanton A. Coblentz Ah, Love, Let Us Be True Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. Matthew Arnold From " Dover Beach " A Question Now who will rise To purge our eyes, Kindle the Spirit's breath; And think well borne Neglect or scorn QUOTABLE POEMS 171 To give our sons a Faith? For pieties And dubieties, To give them back a Faith? Who gives them for a flickering wraith, A central, funded, founded Faith? P. T. Forsyth From The Watchers of the Sky This music leads us far From all our creeds, except that faith in law. Your quest for knowledge how it rests on that! How sure the soul is that if truth destroy The temple, in three days the truth will build A nobler temple; and that order reigns In all things. Even your atheist builds his doubt On that strange faith; destroys this heaven and God In absolute faith that his own thought is true To law, God's lanthorn to our stumbling feet; And so, despite himself, he worships God, For where true souls are, there are God and heaven. Alfred Noyes The City's Crown What makes a city great? Huge piles of stone Heaped heavenward? Vast multitudes who dwell Within wide circling walls? Palace and throne And riches past the count of man to tell, And wide domain? Nay, these the empty husk! True glory dwells where glorious deeds are done, Where great men rise whose names athwart the dusk 172 QUOTABLE POEMS Of misty centuries gleam like the sun! In Athens, Sparta, Florence, 'twas the soul That was the city's bright immortal part, The splendor of the spirit was their goal, Their jewel the unconquerable heart! So may the city that I love be great Till every stone shall be articulate. William Dudley Foulke Patchwork Some rainbow shreds of Hope and Joy; Faith's golden stripes without alloy; Scraps of Ambition bright to see; A few white threads of Charity; Much of the purple cloth of Pain; Love's fabric, like a golden vein Between the strands of Hate and Strife; Such is the patchwork we call Life. Clinton Scollard Evaluation Born in a borrowed cattle shed, And buried in another's tomb; Small wonder our complacency Leaves such a One no room! But castles were as poor as sheds Until that Prince was born on earth, And tombs were mockeries of hope Before He changed death into birth! Elinor Lennen QUOTABLE POEMS 173 Death Why be afraid of death, as though your life were breath? Death but anoints your eyes with clay. O glad surprise! Why should you be forlorn? Death only husks the corn. Why should you fear to meet the thresher of the wheat? Is sleep a thing to dread? Yet sleeping you are dead Till you awake and rise, here, or beyond the skies. Why should it be a wrench to leave your wooden bench? Why not, with happy shout, run home when school is out? The dear ones left behind? Oh, foolish one and blind! A day and you will meet a night and you will greet. This is the death of death, to breathe away a breath And know the end of strife, and taste the deathless life, And joy without a fear, and smile without a tear; And work, nor care to rest, and find the last the best. Maltbie D. Babcock The Chariot Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves, And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor and my leisure, too, For his civility. 174 QUOTABLE POEMS We passed the school where children played, At wrestling in a ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then, 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Emily Dickinson Tears When I consider Life and its few years A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; A call to battle, and the battle done Ere the last echo dies within our ears; A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears; The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat; The burst of music down an unlistening street I wonder at the idleness of tears. Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight, Chieftains and bards and keepers of the sheep, By every cup of sorrow that you had, Loose me from tears, and make me see aright How each hath back what once he stayed to weep: Homer his sight, David his little lad! Lizette Woodworth Reese QUOTABLE POEMS 175 We Cannot Kindle We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides: But tasks, in hours of insight willed, May be through hours of gloom fulfilled. Matthew Arnold A Prayer for Teachers As to the seer in ancient time The angel came with coal aflame, And touched his lips that he might speak, O God, in Thine almighty name, So to us in this later day Send down a purifying ray. Put forth Thy hand and touch our mouths Whose holy task it is to teach And guide the minds of eager youth, That we may have inspiring speech. Grant us vast patience, insight wise, The open mind and heart and eyes. Thus cleansed and quickened may we go And teach those in the morn of life The beauty and the might of peace The sin and ugliness of strife. Then shall the angel's voice proclaim, " You, too, have spoken in God's name." Marguerite EmUio 176 QUOTABLE POEMS If You Have Made Gentler the Churlish World If you have spoken something beautiful, Or touched the dead canvas to life, Or made the cold stone to speak You who know the secret heart of beauty; If you have done one thing That has made gentler the churlish world, Though mankind pass you by, And feed and clothe you grudgingly Though the world starve you, And God answer not your nightly prayers, And you grow old hungering still at heart, And walk friendless in your way, And lie down at last forgotten If all this befall you who have created beauty, You shall still leave a bequest to the world Greater than institutions and rules and commerce; And by the immutable law of human heart The God of the universe is your debtor, If you have made gentler the churlish world. Max Ehrmann Honors What though unmarked the happy workman toil, And break unthanked of man the stubborn clod? It is enough, for sacred is the soil, Dear are the hills of God. Far better in its place the lowliest bird Should sing aright to Him the lowliest song, Than that a seraph strayed should take the word And sing His glory wrong. r _ f Jean Ingelow QUOTABLE POEMS 177 Your Place Is your place a small place? Tend it with care; He set you there. Is your place a large place? Guard it with care! He set you there. Whate'er your place, it is Not yours alone, but His Who set you there. John Oxenham Food When all is written and sung, When all is sung and said, It isn't the rich alone who feast, Nor the poor who cry for bread. Colin marries a maid, And he gives her a ribbon of keys; But if his fancy roams at large, What can she do with these? Marian knows the trick Of making a pastry sweet; But if she serve it with bitter words, What has her lord to eat? The babe like a rose-leaf lies, Swaddled and nursed with care; Mother, the man in him starves and dies, If you teach not his lips a prayerl 178 QUOTABLE POEMS Hunger will make no terms With pauper or plutocrat; Want besieges the godless gate, And life is a proof of that. When all is written and sung, When all is sung or said, It is only God who is really food, It is only Love that is bread! Ruby Weyburn Tobias Bethlehem I shall not tarry over scrolls That chart the planets of the night; Nor follow paths of endless goals, The ordered orbs of Heaven's light; Nor shall I halt with sense and mind At palace, porch or merchant's mart: My caravan shall press to find A Savior for my hungry heart. Harry Webb Harrington Out in the Fields With God The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday, Among the fields, above the sea, Among the winds at play; Among the lowing of the herds, The rustling of the trees; Among the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees. QUOTABLE POEMS The foolish fears of what may happen, I cast them all away Among the clover-scented grass, Among the new-mown hay; Among the rustling of the corn, Where drowsy poppies nod, Where ill thoughts die and good are born Out in the fields with God. Elizabeth Barrett Browning My House Has Windows My house has windows that are wide and high; I never keep the curtains drawn Lest I should miss some glory of the sky, Some splendor of the breaking dawn. My soul has windows where God's sun streams in; They never, never shuttered are, Lest their closed blinds hide in my soul some sin And keep some lovely thing afar. Anna Blake Mazquida Commonplaces " A commonplace life," we say, and we sigh; But why should we sigh as we say? The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky, Makes up the commonplace day; The moon and the stars are commonplace things, And the flower that blooms, and the bird that sings: But dark were the world and sad our lot If the flowers failed and the bird sang not; And God, who studies each separate soul Of our commonplace lives makes His beautiful whole. Susan Coolidge 180 QUOTABLE POEMS Friends and Enemies He who has a thousand friends Has not a friend to spare, While he who has one enemy Shall meet him everywhere. Ralph Waldo Emerson A Prayer Lord, let not my religion be A thing of selfish ecstasy; But something warm with tender care And fellowship which I can share. Let me not walk the other side Of trouble's highway long and wide; Make me a Good Samaritan, And neighbor unto every man. Clarence J. Burkholder Life Then life is to wake not sleep, Rise and not rest, but press From earth's level, where blindly creep Things perfected, more or less, To the heaven's bright, far steep, Where, amid what strifes and storms May wait the adventurous quest, Power is love transports, transforms. Robert Browning From " Christmas Eve " QUOTABLE POEMS 181 Light We cannot look beyond The spectrum's mystic bar, Beyond the violet light; Yea, other lights there are, And waves that touch us not, Voyaging far. Vast, ordered forces whirl Invisible, unfelt; Their language less than sound, Their names unspelt. Suns cannot brighten them Nor white heat melt. Here hi the clammy dark We dig, as dwarfs for coal; Yet One Mind fashioned it And us, a luminous whole: As lastly thou shalt see, Thou, O my soul! Grace Wilkinson Today and Tomorrow Withhold all eulogies when I am dead, All noisy sorrow; Give me the tender word today instead Of tears tomorrow. Come not with flowers to strew above my breast, And sigh for me there. The hawk or crow may haunt the piney crest; I shall not be there. 182 QUOTABLE POEMS Speak not my name, when I have passed from earth, In tones of sadness; At thought of me repress no note of mirth, No burst of gladness. Delay not, thou whom I have wounded sore, Till thou outlive me To grant the pardon that I here implore; But now forgive me. Edward N. Pomeroy We Shall Build On! We shall build on! On through the cynic's scorning. On through the coward's warning. On through the cheat's suborning. We shall build on! Firm on the Rock of Ages, City of saints and sages. Laugh while the tempest rages, We shall build on! Christ, though my hands be bleeding, Fierce though my flesh be pleading, Still let me see Thee leading, Let me build on! Till through death's cruel dealing, Brain wrecked and reason reeling, I hear Love's trumpets pealing, And I pass on. G. A. Studdert-Kennedy QUOTABLE POEMS 183 Trees Oldest of friends, the trees! Ere fire came, or iron, Or the shimmering corn; When the earth mist was dank, Ere the promise of dawn, From the slime, from the muck The trees! Nearest of friends, the trees! They shield us from storm And brighten our hearths; They bring to our tables The autumn's fine gold; They carol our joys And sing to our griefs. They cradle our young And coffin our dead The trees! Truest of friends, the trees! Men wander far At a word or a nod; Life is a grief, Love is a chance, Faith stumbles oft, Joy is soon past. Oldest of friends, Nearest of friends, Truest of friends, The trees! Thomas Curtis Clark 184 QUOTABLE POEMS The Right Use of Prayer Therefore, when thou wouldst pray, or dost thine alms, Blow not a trump before thee: Hypocrites Do thus, vaingloriously; the common streets Boast of their largess, echoing their psalms. On such the laud of men, like unctuous balms, Falls with sweet savor. Impious Counterfeits! Prating of heaven, for earth their bosom beats! Grasping at weeds, they lose immortal palms! God needs not iteration nor vain cries: That man communion with his God might share Below, Christ gave the ordinance of prayer: Vague ambages, and witless ecstasies, Avail not: ere a voice to prayer be given The heart should rise on wings of love to heaven. Aubrey de Vere One Thing The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one, May hope to achieve it before life is done; But he who seeks all things wherever he goes, Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows A harvest of barren regrets. Owen Meredith From Auf Wiedersehen It were a double grief, if the true-hearted, Who loved us here, should on the farther shore Remember us no more. QUOTABLE POEMS 185 Believing, in the midst of our afflictions, That death is a beginning, not an end, We call to them, and send Farewells, that better might be called predictions Being foreshadowings of the future, thrown Into the vast unknown. Faith overleaps the confines of our reason, And if by faith, as in old times was said, Women received their dead Raised up to life, then only for a season Our partings are, nor shall we wait in vain Until we meet again! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow " A Man Must Live " " A man must live! " We justify Low shift and trick, to treason high; A little vote for a little gold, Or a whole Senate bought and sold, With this self-evident reply " A man must live! " But is it so? Pray tell me why Life at such cost you have to buy. In what religion were you told A man must live? There are times when a man must die! There are times when a man will die! Imagine for a battle-cry From soldiers with a sword to hold, From soldiers with a flag unfurled, This coward's whine, this liar's lie, " A man must livel " 186 QUOTABLE POEMS The Saviour did not " live! " He died! But in his death was life Life for himself and all mankind! He found his life by losing it! And we, being crucified Afresh with him, may find Life in the cup of death, And, drinking it, Win life forever more. Author Unknown A Leafless Tree I like to see The patience of a leafless tree Waiting in quiet dignity, Till spring shall set its greenness free. I sometimes That living just beneath the sky Has made it understand and drink Deeper wisdom than you and I It does not prate Of limitation in its sere Bare boughs; it does not estimate The time for fresh leaves to appear; It seems to know, Within its great deep-rooted heart, That never-ending life shall flow And new springs start. Ann Louise Thompson QUOTABLE POEMS 187 The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where: For so swiftly it flew, the sight, Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight, so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak, I found the arrow still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Henry Wadswortk Longfellow Mutability From low to high doth dissolution climb, And sink from high to low, along a scale Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail; A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care. Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear The longest date, do melt like frosty rime, That in the morning whitened hill and plain, And is no more; drop like the tower sublime . Of yesterday, which royally did wear His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain Some casual shout that broke the silent air, Or the unimaginable touch of Time. William Wordsworth 188 QUOTABLE POEMS Children of Tomorrow Come, Children of Tomorrow, come! New glory dawns upon the world. The ancient banners must be furled. The earth becomes our common home The earth becomes our common home. From plain and field and town there sound The stirring rumors of the day. Old wrongs and burdens must make way For men to tread the common ground. Look up! The children win to their immortal place. March on, march on within the ranks of all the human race. Come, love of people, for the part Invest our willing arms with might! Mother of Liberty, shed light As on the land, so in the heart As on the land, so in the heart. Divided we have long withstood The love that is our common speech* The comrade cry of each to each Is calling us to humanhood. Zona Gale Fulfillment If we should find unfinished, incomplete, A single glistening pearly drop of dew, A single feather in the daring wings That soar exultant in the distant blue; A flake of snow upon the mountain's peak, A fern within some hidden cool abyss Then might we doubt that God's most perfect plan In our own lives, perchance, might go amiss. Charlotte Newton QUOTABLE POEMS 189 Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. Christina G. Rossetti Thanks for Laughter Father: We thank Thee for laughter, For the first sweet smile of a babe, Which is Thy first glance on the world through his eyes; For the glad play of a child, Which to see Thou thyself bendest close from Heaven; For the gay mirth of home life Unto which Thou thyself delightest to harken; For the swift flash of gallant humor, That suddenly lightens the gloom of disaster; For the homeric laughter of heroes going gallantly to death; For the last dear smile struggling through weakness and pain, Yet radiant with love and faith, 190 QUOTABLE POEMS Which may carry a man safe across the gulf of years and the silence of death. We thank Thee, Father, for the gift of laughter, Which runs through the dark stuff of human tragedy Like a thread of gold through a sombre curtain That curtain of life which sunders us from Life. From " Prayers for Use in an Indian College " The Teachers I went to school with the tutor, Law, A master severe and grim, Who taught by the pain of the biting cane Yet learned I little of him. I go to school with the teacher, Love, And my lightened eyes can see What the pain and the tears of the driven years Could never reveal to me. C. V. Pttcher The All-Seeing Gods No one sees me, Save the all-seeing Gods, who, knowing good And knowing evil, have created me Such as I am, and filled me with desire Of knowing good and evil like themselves. I hesitate no longer. Weal or woe, Or life or death, the moment shall decide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow From " The Masque of Pandora " QUOTABLE POEMS 191 Reflections Stars lie broken on a lake Whenever passing breezes make The wavelets leap; But when the lake is still, the sky Gives moon and stars that they may lie On that calm deep. If, like the lake that has the boon Of cradling the little moon Above the hill, I want the Infinite to be Reflected undisturbed in me, I must be still. Edna Becker The Shepherd Boy Sings He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide. I am content with what I have, Little be it or much; And, Lord, contentment still I crave, Because Thou savest such. Fullness to such a burden is That go on pilgrimage: Here little, and hereafter bliss Is best from age to age. John Bunyan 192 QUOTABLE POEMS The Shadow on the Loom Across my loom of years there fell a shadow, gaunt and gray, Through my quiet dreams an echo of marching feet; O'er the hum of the flying threads, a voice of gloom: " The King's work waits, for His plans make room, Come out and help us prepare the way! " Impatient I cried: " Through Life's brief day I have toiled at this web so near complete; Its warp holds the gold of my weary years, Shall I spoil it with haste or dim it with tears? I must finish this robe for a festal day." So I turned again to the brave array Of shining threads in my safe retreat, And wrought 'till the shimmering gown was done; It gleamed like a jewel beneath the sun. " Now for the King and His great highway I " But my soul was pierced with a great dismay, As proudly I turned the King to greet, For thorns lay thick in the path He had trod, All red from His patient feet was the sod, And lo, a world went clad in sober gray! Nellie Bur get Miller In After Days In after days when grasses high O'ertop the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honored dust, I shall not question or reply. QUOTABLE POEMS 193 I shall not see the morning sky; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days! But yet, now living, fain were I That some one then should testify, Saying " He held his pen in trust To art, not serving shame or lust." Will none? Then let my memory die In after days. . ,. - , Austin Dobson Dirt and Deity If gutter-puddles after rain Can always look on high; And even with a floor of mud, Can have a roof of sky, I never wonder any more How man (a pool of blue) Can at the bottom gather mire And mirror Heaven, too. Louis Ginsberg Prayer Lord, forgive That I have dwelt too long on Golgotha, My wracked eyes fixed On Thy poor, tortured human form upon the cross, And have not seen The lilies In Thy dawn-sweet garden bend To anoint Thy risen feet; nor known the ways Thy radiant spirit walks abroad with men. Pauline Schroy 194 QUOTABLE POEMS Faith If a wren can cling To a spray a-swing In the mad May wind, and sing and sing, As if she'd burst for joy; Why cannot I Contented lie In His quiet arms beneath the sky, Unmoved by earth's annoy? F. B. Meyer From Vastness Spring and Summer and Autumn and Winter, and all these old revolutions of earth; All new-old revolutions of empire change of the tide what is it all worth? What the philosophies, all the sciences, poesy, varying voices of prayer? All that is noblest, all that is basest, all that is filthy with all that is fair? What is it all, if we all of us end but in being our own corpse- coffins at last, Swallowed in Vastness, lost in Silence, drown'd in the deeps of a meaningless Past? What but a murmur of gnats in the gloom, or a moment's anger of bees in their hive? Peace, let it be! for I love him, and love him forever the dead are not dead but alive. Alfred Tennyson QUOTABLE POEMS 195 Various the Roads of Life Various the roads of life; in one All terminate, one lonely way. We go; and " Is lie gone? " Is all our best friends say. Walter Savage Landor Deserts A desert does not have to be A sandy waste where springs are dry; A life can shrink to barrenness If love goes by. A desert does not have to be A place where buzzards wheel at dawn; A heart can hold as dreadful things When faith is gone. Anne Hamilton Somewhere Somewhere there lies the dust Of that rough wooden cross which Jesus bore Up Calvary. And which, in turn, bore Him; Was crimsoned with His blood. Dark stains were left Which sunshine could not bleach, Nor pelting rains erase. Twas cast aside in superstitious fear Because tradition said He lived again; And so it lay, until the Mother Earth Received its crumbling dust back to her breast. 196 QUOTABLE POEMS But on that spot do lilies bloom With richer coloring, sweeter fragrance? Somewhere there lie the nails Which Roman soldiers drove through His Extended palms. How cruel was the pain! The blows of hammers rested at His word " Father, forgive them, for they know Not what they do." Stout spikes were they, Forged at the smithy in Jerusalem. Somewhere they lie, corroding black With rust of ages. * # * Or have they turned to gold Through alchemy of Deathless Love? 7. C. Cochrane Tears Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well That is light grieving! lighter, none befell Since Adam forfeited the primal lot. Tears! what are tears? The babe weeps in its cot, The mother singing; at her marriage-bell The bride weeps, and before the oracle Of high-faned hills the poet has forgot Such moisture on his cheeks. Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs, look up! those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun. Elizabeth Barrett Browning QUOTABLE POEMS 197 From Hour of Death Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death. Felicia Dorothea Hemans If This Is All If this is all one little ball Of transitory Earth, And we must fall, at Death's last call, Like apples no more worth; Why do the stars make pathways for my eyes, The moon with melody fill all the skies, Creation's anthem peal for each sunrise If our Earth ball is all? If Life is meat and only meat, For one swift day then Night, And I must eat my morsel sweet, E'er fades its fitful light; What means this surge within like mystic leaven, Why do my hungers reach from hell to heaven, My soul range universes seven times seven, If Life is only meat? Alban Asbury In the Garden of the Lord The word of God came unto me, Sitting alone among the multitudes; And my blind eyes were touched with light. And there was laid upon my lips a flame of fire. 198 QUOTABLE POEMS I laugh and shout for life is good. Though my feet are set in silent ways. In merry mood I leave the crowd To walk in my garden. Ever as I walk I gather fruits and flowers in my hands. And with joyful heart I bless the sun That kindles all the place with radiant life. I run with playful winds that blow the scent Of rose and jessamine in eddying whirls. At last I come where tall lilies grow, Lifting their faces like white saints to God. While the lilies pray, I kneel upon the ground; I have strayed into the holy temple of the Lord. Helen Keller Duty Our Ladder Be thy duty high as angels flight, Fulfill it, and a higher will arise Even from its ashes. Duty is infinite, Receding as the skies. Were it not wisdom, then, to close our eyes On duties crowding only to appall? No: Duty is our ladder to the skies; And, climbing not, we fall. Robert Leighton Golgotha's Cross What is the cross on Golgotha to me But the brave young Jesus murdered there? Roman justice debased? Israel's Messiah lost? QUOTABLE POEMS 199 The tender lips agonized? The active mind bewildered? The feet, that walked fair Galilee, Pierced by nails? I have tried to speak The words those lips revealed. I have tried to think as He thought. I have taught my feet to walk Humbly as He walked. And God prepared me a cross. The arms reach out to gather in The cripples, the blind, the weak. The arms reach out to feed them, To give them to drink. In these hands the nails are driven. But the cross points upward. The arms fold me. The cross lifts me. Golgotha's cross is the road to heaven. Raymond Kresensky Far Distances O wide and shining, miles on miles, Yon sea's fair face upon me smiles; Yet for some further ocean's isles My fevered soul is yearning. O daringly yon mountain-spire Conquers its giant leap; yet higher My spirit's infinite desire Speeds eager and unresting. 200 QUOTABLE POEMS amply-arched yon sky's dome swings Above me; yet my passion springs Wild at its walls with fluttering wings, For vaster circles questing. 1 know not, heart. Yet must not He Who made all worlds too strait for thee Set thee at last where thou shalt be With His own greatness blended? Henry W. Clark The Anvil of God's Mercy I wonder that the metal stands the test; The hammering of dogma, and of creed, The lifting ferment of a world's unrest, The battering of ignorance, and greed! The dead-white flame of atheistic scorn, The ringing blows of ridicule, and doubt; The infidel's rough handling, and the worn Deceits and prayers of the half-devout! Yet still the anvil of God's mercy stands Singing its answer to each heavy blow, The stronger for humanity's demands And man bends on it, steadily and slow! Anna Hamilton Wood Remembering Calvary Help me to suffer when I most would spare My human frame with pain and weakness spent, Help me receive with open arms nor dare To flinch at pain but count myself content, And all that has been and that is to be Help me to bear, Remembering Calvary. QUOTABLE POEMS 201 Help me to leash the hounds of my desire, Taming them to a more submissive will, Help me to tune again a broken lyre And find that there is music in it still, Help me to do these things all cheerfully, Nor count the cost, Remembering Calvary. Ethel Fanning Young The Wffl to Serve Be thou guardian of the weak, Of the unfriended, thou the friend; No guerdon for thy valor seek, No end beyond the avowed end. Wouldst thou thy godlike power preserve, Be godlike in the will to serve. Jeannette B. Gilder From " The Parting of the Ways " When I Go Home No tears, no sorrowing farewells; No drooping eye, no anguished breast; I am but quitting scenes where dwells The sadness that my soul oppressed: Then let my care-worn spirit rest When I go home! No clasp of hands in last good-bye Disturb my weary, waiting soul; But, rather love-light fill the eye, And waiting Hope point to the goal: Let peace, unbroken, o'er me roll When I go home! , f . u T MUton Lee 202 QUOTABLE POEMS Song Life, in one semester You wear so many masks, If you're sage or jester My spirit often asks. Oft you seem so tragic, I fancy you are Woe; Then, as if by magic, In Laughter's garb you go. Now I see you youthful, Now limping like a crone. Life, for once be truthful Which face is all your own? Charles G. Blanden Man Is His Own Star Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late; Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. John Fletcher From " Upon an Honest Man's Fortune " Nature's Sorrow Cure The only thing to cheer me, Beneath a heavy load, The beauty that is near me, The roses in my road. QUOTABLE POEMS 203 A bit of new grass creeping, A butterfly of gold, The first spring bloodroot peeping Through dark and pulpy mold. When even God is hidden, Because I will not see, A swallow's call unbidden Will bring Him back to me. Catherine Gate Coblentz God Behind All God is behind all. We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening, till at last Comes God behind them. _ , ^ _ Robert Browning From " Mr. Sludge, the Medium " Changeless God will not change! The restless years may bring Sunlight and shade the glories of the Spring, The silent gloom of sunless Winter hours; Joy mixed with grief sharp thorns with fragrant flowers. Earth's lights may shine a while and then grow dim. But God is true! There is no change in Him. Rest in the Lord today and all thy days Let His unerring hand direct thy ways Through the uncertainty, and hope and fear, That meet thee on the threshold of the year; And find while all life's changing scenes pass by Thy refuge in the love that can not die. Edith Hickman Divall 204 QUOTABLE POEMS This Is Thy Hour, Soul This is thy hour, Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, and the stars. Walt Whitman From " Leaves of Grass " My Neighbor's Roses The roses red upon my neighbor's vine Are owned by him, but they are also mine, His was the cost, and his the labor, too, But mine as well as his the joy, their loveliness to view. They bloom for me, and are for me as fair As for the man who gives them all his care. Thus I am rich, because a good man grew A rose-clad vine for all his neighbors' view. I know from this that others plant for me, And what they own, my joy may also be; So why be selfish, when so much that's fine Is grown for you, upon your neighbor's vine? Abraham Gruber Christmas Today How can they honor Him the humble lad Whose feet struck paths of beauty through the earth With all the drunken revelry, the mad Barter of goods that marks His day of birth? QUOTABLE POEMS 205 How can they honor Him with flame and din, Whose soul was peaceful as a moon-swept sea, Whose thoughts were somber with the world's great sin Even while He trod the hill to Calvary? I think if Jesus should return and see This hollow blasphemy, this day of horror, The heart that languished in Gethsemane Would know again as great and deep a sorrow, And He who charmed the troubled waves to sleep With deathless words would kneel again and weep. Anderson M. Scruggs Sound, Sound the Clarion Sound, sound the clarion, 1511 the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious strife Is worth an age without a name. Sir Walter Scott Death at Daybreak I shall go out \vhen the light comes in There lie my cast-off form and face; I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, As I seek for a path through space. I shall go out when the light comes in; Would I might take one ray with me I It is blackest night between the worlds, And how is a soul to see? Anne Reeve Aldrich 206 QUOTABLE POEMS My Prayer I kneel to pray, But know not what to say: I cannot tell What may be ill or well: But as I look Into Thy Face or Book I see a love From which I cannot move: And learn to rest In this Thy will is best: Therefore I pray Only have Thine own way In everything My all wise God and King. Grant me the grace In all to give Thee place: This liberty Alone I ask of Thee: This only gift, Have Thy way perfectly. ,- , -, 3 * J Mark Guy Pearse Growing Old Let me grow lovely, growing old, So many fine things to do; Laces, and ivory, and gold, And silks, need not be new; And there is healing in old trees; Old streets, a glamour hold; Why may not I, as well as these, Grow lovely, growing old? ^ . _ Karle Wilson Baker QUOTABLE POEMS 207 Human Life Like smoke I vanish though I burn like flame, I flicker in the gusts of wrong and right A shining frailty in the guise of might; Before a nothing and behind a name. W. H. Mdloch Two at a Fireside I built a chimney for a comrade old, I did the service not for hope of hire And then I travelled on in winter's cold Yet all the way I glowed before the fire. Edwin Markkam She Is Wise, Our Ancient Mother She is wise, our Ancient Mother, Her ways are not our ways; We cannot circumscribe her Though we watch her all our days. On each of her questioning children She presses a different will; To one she says, " Keep busy," To one she says, " Keep still." She said to me, " Wait and listen, I have plenty to drive and do; Then once in a while when you are sure Speak out a word or two." Karle Wilson Baker 208 QUOTABLE POEMS Life ? Tis not for man to trifle! Life is brief. And sin is here. Our age is but the falling of a leaf, A dropping tear. We have no time to sport away the hours; All must be earnest in a world like ours. Not many lives, but only one have we One, only one; How sacred should that one life ever be That narrow span! Day after day filled up with blessed toil, Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil. Horatius Bonar The Revelation God's revelation of Himself may be Ofttimes within the pages of a book, But all times and forever in a look Of hill-tops banked with blue infinity; Forever in the branches of a tree That leans in whiteness o'er a summer nook; In iris plumes where waters turn and crook And make slim paths of yellow down the lea! God's skies are wide above an earthly throne; His stars are candles on the altar there; His clouds, an incense drifting into space! His love with every dewy rose is shown; The violets a kindly message bear; And in the dawn we see Him face to face! Leslie Clare Manchester QUOTABLE POEMS 209 Love and Life Ah me! Why may not love and life be one? Why walk we thus alone, when, by our side, Love, like a visible God, might be our guide! How would the marts grow noble! and the street, Worn like a dungeon floor by weary feet, Seem then a golden courtway of the sun. Henry Timrod Today And if tomorrow shall be sad Or never come at all, I've had At least today! This little strip of light 'Twixt night and night Let me keep bright Today! And let no shadow of tomorrow, Nor sorrow from the dead yesterday, Gainsay my happiness today! And if tomorrow shall be sad Or never come at all, I've had At least today! Author Unknown For Sleep When Overtired Cares and anxieties, I roll you all up in a bundle together; I carry you across the meadow to the river. River, I am throwing in a bundle of cares and anxieties. Float it away to the sea! 210 QUOTABLE POEMS Now I come slowly back across the meadow, Slowly into the house, Slowly up to my room. The night is quiet and cool; The lights are few and dim; The sounds are drowsy and far away and melting into each other; Melting into the night. Sleep comes creeping nearer, creeping nearer; It goes over my head like a wave. I sleep ... I rest ... I sleep. e * * T ~ T * * Sarah N. Cleghorn December Twenty-Fourth Tomorrow You are born again Who died so many times. Do You like the candle-light, Do You like the chimes? Do You stop to wonder Why men never see How very closely Bethlehem Approaches Calvary? _. . . w J Eleanor Slater Old Earthworks Within that semi-circle formed by mounds Of useless day, unoccupied and drear, Loud battle cries once mingled with the sounds Of dying men when warring foes met here; A conflict raged upon this very spot Great cannon belching fire and yet today The causes of the conflict are forgot, Like pyramids of leaves which mold away. QUOTABLE POEMS 211 The grass again is green which once was red. Death's harvest has been changed to one of grain. No slightest whisper echoes from the dead, To testify that men were ever slain And piled in human mounds upon these hills Which now ring with the call of whippoorwills. Thomas Sweeney Life's Evening Three score and ten! The tumult of the world Grows dull upon my inattentive ear: The bugle calls are faint, the flags are furled, Gone is the rapture, vanished too the fear; The evening's blessed stillness covers all, As o'er the fields she folds her cloak of grey; Hushed are the winds, the brown leaves slowly fall, The russet clouds hang on the fringe of day. What fairer hour than this? No stir of morn With cries of waking life, nor shafts of noon Hot tresses from the flaming sun-god born Nor midnight's shivering stars and marble moon; But softly twilight falls and toil doth cease, While o'er my soul God spreads his mantle peace. William Dudley Foulke The Undiscovered Country The dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of. From Hamlet WiUiam 212 QUOTABLE POEMS Friends Old and New Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold; New-made friendships, like new wine, Age will mellow and refine. Friendships that have stood the test Time and change are surely best; Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray, Friendship never knows decay, For 'mid old friends, tried and true, Once more we our youth renew. But old friends, alas! may die, New friends must their place supply. Cherish friendship in your breast; New is good, but old is best; Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold. Author Unknown Recompense All that we say returns, The bitter word or sweet; Days, weeks, or years may intervene, But soon or late The spoken word and speaker meet. All that we do returns: The deed that's true or base We may forget, but all unseen And parallel The doer and the deed keep pace. John Richard Moreland QUOTABLE POEMS 213 All in All We know Thee, each in part A portion small; But love Thee, as Thou art The All in all: For Reason and the ways thereof Are starlight to the noon of Love. John B. Tabb Gone About the little chambers of my heart Friends have been coming going many a year. The doors stand open there. Some, lightly stepping, enter; some depart. Freely they come and freely go, at will. The walls give back their laughter; all day long They fill the house with song. One door alone is shut, one chamber still. Mary E. Coleridge Perfection I swept my house of life and garnished it, I looked it through with care, For fear my thought might miss some imp of sin Crouched low and hiding there. But all was clean and clear, as empty as A hollow globe of glass. I smiled, and turned me to my windows wide Watching the weary pass. 214 QUOTABLE POEMS But never once did I desire to shield, From sun or wind or rain, One soul. Or ask one in to rest, and wash All free from travel-stain. Time passed. Again I searched my house with care, Feeling secure from sin. Of spirits worse than all I'd known before, Lo! Eight had entered in! ^ , _ e Ruth Fargo Quatrain Though love repine, and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply 'Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die. Ralph Waldo Emerson Our Father's Door Truants from love, we dream of wrath; Oh, rather let us trust the more! Through all the wanderings of the path We still can see our Father's door! Oliver Wendell Holmes From " The Crooked Footpath " Creeds The creed thy father built, wherein his soul Did live and move and find its vital joy, May be but small to thee; then, without fear, Build o'er again the atrium of the soul So broad that all mankind may feast with thee. William O. Partridge QUOTABLE POEMS 215 The Aim of Life We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest. Philip James Bailey From " Festus " The Traitor The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed; Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod Than be true to Church and State while we are doubly false to God. James Russett Lowell Time Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last! Loitering slow, the Future creepeth Arrow-swift, the Present sweepeth And motionless forever stands the Past. Friedrich von Schiller A Piece of Clay I took a piece of plastic clay And idly fashioned it one day, And, as my fingers pressed it still, It moved and yielded to my will. 216 QUOTABLE POEMS I came again when days were past The bit of clay was hard at last; The form I gave it, it still bore, But I could change that form no more. I took a piece of living clay And gently formed it day by day, And moulded with my power and art A young child's soft and yielding heart. I came again when years were gone It was a man I looked upon; He still that early impress wore, And I could change him nevermore. Author Unknown The Mystic Borderland There is a mystic borderland that lies Just past the limits of our work-day world, And it is peopled with the friends we met And loved a year, a month, a week or day, And parted from with aching hearts, yet knew That through the distance we must lose the hold Of hand with hand, and only clasp the thread Of memory. But still so close we feel this land, So sure we are that these same hearts are true, That when in waking dreams there comes a call That sets the thread of memory aglow, We know that just by stretching out the hand In written word of love, or book, or flower, The waiting hand will clasp our own once more Across the distance, in the same old way. Helen Field Fischer QUOTABLE POEMS 217 Wisdom I say that I am wise. Yet dead leaves know More secrets than my heart can ever guess. I stand before a crocus' loveliness, A sword of fire thrust upward in the snow, And I can never say what embers glow Beneath this frozen earth. I must confess A child could stand here with but little less Of knowledge at the seasons' ebb and flow. This barren hill holds fast dark sleeping seeds Whose flame and fragrance soon shall still the blood; Yet wise in words and ways of men, and creeds, I cannot know one purple twilight's plan. Unraveling the crimson of one bud, I tremble at the ignorance of man! Daniel Whitekead Hicky The Cross So heavy and so fraught with pain, But I must bravely trudge along The dusty way ... nor dare arraign My cross. I have no voice to lift in song; When sorrow's recompense I feign The muffled notes of grief remain. And yet He prayed for strength to drain The bitter dregs and bear the thong. His kingly soul did not disdain The cross. Shirley Dillon Waite - 218 QUOTABLE POEMS How Shall We Honor Them? How shall we honor them, our Deathless Dead? With strew of laurel and the stately tread? With blaze of banners brightening overhead? Nay, not alone these cheaper praises bring: They will not have this easy honoring. How shall we honor them, our Deathless Dead? How keep their mighty memories alive? In him who feels their passion, they survive! Flatter their souls with deeds, and all is said! Author Unknown Work Without Hope All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The bees are stirring birds are on the wing And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live. Samuel Taylor Coleridge QUOTABLE POEMS 219 The King How plain soe'er the house or poor the guests, The royalest of all sits at thy board, Shares thy small space, waits longingly to give Full measure of the comfort of His love. How great thy dignity! How little need That men should power or place or goods bestow! Oh, give Him access to thy pent-up heart; No longer poor the place where God takes part. Mary F. Butts Voice You in whose veins runs the fire of loving, For people, for plants, for little animals, For rocks and earth, stars and the elements, You have a secret Voice, always singing. It is never still. It runs with your haste And idles in your silence. It is everywhere. you, for whom this passionate Voice sings And will not be silent, think now of those For whom no voice sounds. Of those who toil Without the singing voice, And live in a world which has not yet come through Into your world. Oh, can you not hear that the song your Voice is singing Is the song which is to bring that world of theirs Into the light which must light all men? Why else do you imagine that this Voice is singing? Why else do you imagine that the fire of love Runs in your veins? Zona Gale 220 QUOTABLE POEMS Blessed He prayed for strength that he might achieve; He was made weak that he might obey. He prayed for wealth that he might do greater things; He was given infirmity that he might do better things. He prayed for riches that he might be happy; He was given poverty that he might be wise. He prayed for power that he might have the praise of men; He was given infirmity that he might feel the n$ed of God. He prayed for all things that he might enjoy life; He was given life that he might enjoy all things. He had received nothing that he asked for all that he hoped for; His prayer was answered he was most blessed. Author Unknown Convinced by Sorrow " There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, " There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith, In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised, And lips say, " God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, " God be praised." Elizabeth Barrett Browning Song of the New World I sing the song of a new Dawn waking, A new wind shaking the children of men. I say the hearts that are nigh to breaking Shall leap with gladness and live again. QUOTABLE POEMS 221 Over the woe of the world appalling, Wild and sweet as a bugle cry, Sudden I hear a new voice calling " Beauty is nigh! " Beauty is nigh! Let the world believe it. Love has covered the fields of dead. Healing is here! Let the earth receive it, Greeting the Dawn with lifted head. I sing the song of the sin forgiven, The deed forgotten, the wrong undone. Lo, in the East, where the dark is riven, Shines the rim of the rising sun. Healing is here! brother, sing it! Laugh, O heart, that has grieved so long. Love will gather your woe and fling it Over the world in waves of song. Hearken, mothers, and hear them coming Heralds crying the day at hand. Faint and far as the sound of drumming, Hear their summons across the land. Look, fathers! Your eyes were holden Armies throng where the dead have lain. Fiery steeds and chariots golden Gone is the dream of soldiers slain. Sing, oh, sing of a new world waking, Sing of creation just begun. Glad is the earth when morn is breaking Man is facing the rising sun! Angela Morgan 222 QUOTABLE POEMS For This Universe God, we thank Thee for this universe, our great home; for its vastness and its riches, and for the manifoldness of the life which teems upon it and of which we are part. We praise Thee for the arching sky and the blessed winds, for the driving clouds and the constellations on high. We praise Thee for the salt sea and the running water, for the everlasting hills, for the trees, and for the grass under our feet. We thank Thee for our senses by which we can see the splendor of the morning, and hear the jubilant songs of love, and smell the breath of the springtime. Grant us, we pray Thee, a heart wide open to all this joy and beauty and save our souls from being so steeped in care or so darkened by passion that we pass heedless and unseeing when even the thornbush by the wayside is aflame with the glory of God. Walter Rauschenbusch The Seekers Where men have held the vision dear Of Brotherhood before their eyes, The holy angels' message still Comes singing down the skies. Where earnest seekers of the Truth Follow her beckoning from afar, Forever through their dark and doubt Shall shine the guiding star. Lucia Tremtt Auryansen QUOTABLE POEMS 223 The Voice of God I sought to hear the voice of God, And climbed the topmost steeple. But God declared: " Go down again, I dwell among the people." Louis I. Newman Be Noble Be noble! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone. James Russell Lowell Credo I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; And there is not a whisper in the air Of any living voice but one so far That I can hear it only as a bar Of lost, imperial music, played when fair And angel fingers wove, and unaware, Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are. No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call, For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears, The black and awful chaos of the night; For through it all, above, beyond it all, I know the far-sent message of the years, I feel the coming glory of the Light! Edwin Arlington Robinson 224 QUOTABLE POEMS My Church On me nor Priest nor Presbyter nor Pope, Bishop nor Dean may stamp a party name; But Jesus, with his largely human scope, The service of my human life may claim. Let prideful priests do battle about creeds. The church is mine that does most Christlike deeds. Author Unknown Dream-Pedlary If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life's fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell, What would you buy? A cottage lone and still, With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still, Until I die. Such pearl from Life's fresh crown Fain would I shake me down. Were dreams to have at will, This would best heal my ill, This would I buy. Thomas Lovell Beddoes QUOTABLE POEMS 225 Purblind Race purblind race of miserable men! How many among us at this very hour Do forge a lifelong trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true; Here, thro' the feeble twilight of this world Groping how many until we pass and reach That other, where we see as we are seen. Alfred Tennyson From " Geraint and Enid " Integrity He made honest doors, Did Christ, the Nazarene; He laid honest floors His work was fair and clean. He made crosses, too, Did Christ the Crucified; Straight and strong and true And on a Cross He died! William L. Stidger Experience I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. Alfred Tennyson From " Ulysses " 226 QUOTABLE POEMS Faith and Science Faith has no quarrel with science: she foreknows The truths which science grudgingly bestows. Believing David sang that God is one Ere science found one law in earth and sun. Faith knows no hindering bonds, she leaps to seize The truth which science doubts; the harmonies That men of science learned from age-long thought Were first revealed to hearts untrained, untaught, But reverent. Let faith from science learn Enduring patience; nor let science spurn The gift of faith, a never-failing love; Thus, each supporting each, the two shall prove The final truth of life, that God the Soul Through perfect law seeks perfect Beauty's goal. Thomas Curtis Clark Talk Faith Talk faith. The world is better off without Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt. If you have faith in God, or man, or self, Say so; if not, push back upon the shelf Of silence all your thoughts till faith shall come; No one will grieve because your lips are dumb. Ella Wheeler Wilcox The Heart's Proof Do you ask me how I prove That our Father, God, is love? By this world which He hath made, By the songs of grove and blade, QUOTABLE POEMS 227 By the brooks that singing run, By the shining of the sun, By the breeze that cools my brow, By fresh odors from the plow, By the daisy's golden head, Shining in the fields I tread, By the chorus of the bees In the flowering willow trees, By the gentle dews and rain, By the farmer's springing grain, By the light of golden eyes, By the sheen of forest leaves, By the sweets of woodland springs, By the joy right-doing brings By a thousand, thousand things! James Buckham My Spirit Will Grow Up Some day my spirit will grow up tall and wise, And then, stern Life, I shall no longer go Cowardly running and crying from your blow. Then I will face you with clear, earnest eyes Smiling a little at your sharp surprise, Unflinching from the threatened stroke, with no Soft tremor to lighten your frown when I shall grow In spirit, some day, tall and strong and wise. Then I will face you, it may be I shall laugh, Not to disarm you, not to conclude our strife, But joyous in my newly steadied will That finds a comfort in thy rod and staff. Then I will say: " You may hurt me, hurt me, Life, Hurt me your worst, and I will love you still! " Ruth Evelyn Henderson 228 QUOTABLE POEMS This Is the Making of Man Flame of the spirit and dust of the earth This is the making of man; This is his problem of birth: Born to all holiness, born to all crime, Heir to both worlds, on the long slope of time, Climbing the path of God's plan. Dust of the earth in his error and fear, Weakness and malice and lust; Yet, quivering up from the dust, Flame of the spirit, upleaping and clear, Yearning to God, since from God is his birth This is man's portion, to shape as he can, Flame of the spirit and dust of the earth This is the making of man. n . . _ & Prtscdla Leonard In Men Whom Men Condemn In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I do not dare to draw a line Between the two, where God has not. Joaquin Miller Love Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove; Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken. William Shakespeare QUOTABLE POEMS 229 Civilization One man craves a scarf or glove, And another man must die, For such is the rule of light and love That our lives are guided by. One man craves a jeweled cross, And another hangs thereon. And the watching world feels less remorse Than the winner feels of scorn. One man barters, one man buys Spirit and blood and breath. And the market groans with new supplies Though the stalls be cleared by death. One man craves a scarf or glove, And another man must die. For such is the rule of light and love That the ages sanctify. Stanton A. Coblentz The Way to Power Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncalled for) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. Alfred Tennyson From " Idylls of the King " 230 QUOTABLE POEMS A Narrow Window A narrow window may let in the light, A tiny star dispel the gloom of night, A little deed a mighty wrong set right. A rose, abloom, may make a desert fair; A single cloud may darken all the air; A spark may kindle ruin and despair, A smile and there may be an end to strife; A look of love, and Hate may sheathe the knife; A word ah, it may be a word of life! Florence Earle Coates Words Boys flying kites haul in their white-winged birds, You can't do that when you're flying words. Careful with fire is good advice, we know; Careful with words is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed sometimes fall back dead, But God himself can't kill them once they're said. Author Unknown In His Sight God counts time not by minutes nor by days, The years, to Him, are but the markings on a dial, 'Round which we circle, madly spinning, Like futile second hands. Our very haste betrays Our fear of time. And all the while, His pointing hand moves slowly in an arc QUOTABLE POEMS 231 So vast, its end and its beginning Alike are lost in deep impenetrable dark Of Past and Future. And our tick-tick-tock But marks the silence of God's timeless clock. Anna R. Baker The Life of Man The life of man is a lonely thing, A lonely thing, God wot. He dreams alone; he dies alone: Life is a lonely lot. The life of man is a friendly thing, And he has a friendly heart. He gives his life; he lives till death; Life is a friendly art, A friendlier thing, a lonelier thing, As swift years go and come; Perchance that hearts may find their rest In Him, the heart's true home. Lucius H. Thayer Earth's Story With primal void and cosmic night Love had its way, and there was light. A flaming waste, through aeons long Took form, and chaos turned to song. The sun embraced the virgin earth And warmed the leafy plants to birth. Slow ages passed, and patient time Brought creeping reptiles from the slime. 232 QUOTABLE POEMS Through vasty waters fishes sped, In torrid jungles beasts were bred. Then Beauty filled the land with flowers, And lo! birds thronged the forest bowers. Love yearned for answering love the voice Of thinking Man made God rejoice. Then all the stars began to sing As conscious Nature crowned its King. Thomas Curtis Clark The Sentinel The morning is the gate of day, But ere you enter there See that you set to guard it well, The sentinel of prayer. So shall God's grace your steps attend, But nothing else pass through Save what can give the countersign; The Father's will for you. When you have reached the end of day Where night and sleep await, Set there the sentinel again To bar the evening's gate. So shall no fear disturb your rest, No danger and no care. For only peace and pardon pass The watchful guard of prayer. Author Unknown QUOTABLE POEMS 233 Leaf After Leaf Drops Off Leaf after leaf drops off, flower after flower, Some in the chill, some in the warmer hour: Alive they flourish, and alive they fall, And Earth who nourished them receives them all. Should we, her wiser sons, be less content To sink into her lap when life is spent? Walter Savage Landor The Fellowship When brambles vex me sore and anguish me, Then I remember those pale martyr feet That trod on burning shares and drank the heat, As it had been God's dew, with ecstasy. And when some evanescent sunset glow Renews the beauty-sting, I set my pride On that great fellowship of those who know The artist's yearning, yet are self-denied. Feast me no feasts that for the few are spread, With holy cup of brotherhood ungraced, For though I sicken at my daily bread, Bitter and black, I crave the human taste. Katharine Lee Bates You and Today With every rising of the sun, Think of your life as just begun. The past has shrived and buried deep All yesterdays; there let them sleep. 234 QUOTABLE POEMS Concern yourself with but today, Woo it, and teach it to obey Your will and wish. Since time began Today has been the friend of man; But in his blindness and his sorrow, He looks to yesterday and tomorrow. You, and today! a soul sublime, And the great pregnant hour of time, With God himself to bind the twain! Go forth, I say attain, attain! With God himself to bind the twain! Ella Wheeler Wilcox The Thing We Long For The thing we long for, that we axe For one transcendent moment, Before the Present poor and bare Can make its sneering comment. James Russell Lowell From " Longings " Sunsets God, You need not make for me Doctrines of Infinity Just a sunset in the west, Never mind about the rest; To my queries You reply When You paint the evening sky; Seems to me I know You best By Your sunsets in the west. Florence Boyce Davis QUOTABLE POEMS 235 Because of You Because of you I bear aloft the standard Of high resolve ideals pure and true; And to ignoble thoughts I have not pandered Because of You! No summer sun but wears an added whiteness No fair and cloudless sky but seems more blue No midnight star but shines with fuller brightness Because of You! No darkened day but holds some glint of radiance No hour of life that I entirely rue No bitter weed but has some touch of fragrance Because of You! Thoughts of your love within my heart are swelling Courage and hope both nerve my heart anew; Life has a sweetness far beyond all telling Because of You! W. Cestrian Because of Thy Great Bounty Because I have been given much, I, too, shall give; Because of Thy great bounty, Lord, Each day I live I shall divide my gifts from Thee With every brother that I see Who has the need of help from me. 236 QUOTABLE POEMS Because I have been sheltered, fed, By Thy good care, I cannot see another's lack And I not share My glowing fire, my loaf of bread, My roof's shelter overhead, That he, too, may be comforted. Because love has been lavished so Upon me, Lord, A wealth I know that was not meant For me to hoard, I shall give love to those in need, The cold and hungry clothe and feed, Thus shall I show my thanks indeed. Grace Noll Crowett Desire The desire of love, Joy: The desire of life, Peace: The desire of the soul, Heaven: The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever. William Sharp Not in Solitude Yet not in solitude if Christ anear me Waketh him workers for the great employ, Oh not in solitude, if souls that hear me Catch from my joyance the surprise of joy. F. W. H. Myers From " St. Paul " QUOTABLE POEMS 237 It Is Not Growing Like a Tree It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be. Ben Jonson From " A Pindaric Ode " Comrade Christ Give us Jesus Christ, the Carpenter. What to us is your white-liveried God? men of the anvil, of the loom, the sod, They have hid our God in a golden sepulcher; They have made of our Christ a sniveling, pampered priest, A paltry giver of fine bread and wine Our Christ is a God of men, as Man divine, Holding in brotherhood the lost and least. He toils in the desert places by our side; He delves with us beneath the granite hill; He weeps above our brothers who have died; He dreams with us in the darkness hot and still: No surpliced shriver of the sins of men Christ, the Carpenter, has come again. Verne Bright 238 QUOTABLE POEMS Credo Each, in himself, his hour to be and cease Endures alone, but who of men shall dare, Sole with himself, his single burden bear, All the long day until the night's release? Yet ere night falls, and the last shadows close, This labor of himself is each man's lot; All he has gained on earth shall be forgot, Himself he leaves behind him when he goes. If he has any valiancy within, If he has made his life his very own, If he has loved, or labored, and has known A strenuous virtue or a strenuous sin; Then, being dead, his life was not all vain, For he has saved what most desire to lose, And he has chosen what the few must choose, Since life, once lived, shall not return again. For of our time we lose so large a part In serious trifles, and so oft let slip The wine of every moment, at the lip Its moment, and the moment of the heart. We are awake so little on the earth, And we shall sleep so long, and rise so late If there is any knocking at that gate Which is the gate of death, the gate of birth. Arthur Symons Great Things Great things are done when men and mountains meet; These are not done by jostling in the street. William Blake QUOTABLE POEMS 239 Making Life Worth While May every soul that touches mine Be it the slightest contact Get therefrom some good; Some little grace; one kindly thought; One aspiration yet unfelt; One bit of courage For the darkening sky; One gleam of faith To brave the thickening ills of life; One glimpse of brighter skies' Beyond the gathering mists To make this life worth while ' And heaven a surer heritage. . 6 George Eliot Attainment Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss The purpose of this life, and do not wait For circumstance to mold or change your fate. In your own self lies destiny. Let this Vast truth cast out all fear, all prejudice, All hesitation. Know that you are great, Great with divinity. So dominate Environment, and enter into bliss. Love largely and hate nothing. Hold no aim That does not chord with universal good. Hear what the voices of the silence say, All joys are yours if you put forth your claim, Once let the spiritual laws be understood, Material things must answer and obey. Ella Wheeler Wilcox . 238 QUOTABLE POEMS Credo Each, in himself, his hour to be and cease Endures alone, but who of men shall dare, Sole with himself, his single burden bear, All the long day until the night's release? Yet ere night falls, and the last shadows close, This labor of himself is each man's lot; All he has gained on earth shall be forgot, Himself he leaves behind him when he goes. If he has any valiancy within, If he has made his life his very own, If he has loved, or labored, and has known A strenuous virtue or a strenuous sin; Then, being dead, his life was not all vain, For he has saved what most desire to lose, And he has chosen what the few must choose, Since life, once lived, shall not return again. For of our time we lose so large a part In serious trifles, and so oft let slip The wine of every moment, at the lip Its moment, and the moment of the heart. We are awake so little on the earth, And we shall sleep so long, and rise so late If there is any knocking at that gate Which is the gate of death, the gate of birth. Arthur Symons Great Things Great things are done when men and mountains meet; These are not done by jostling in the street. William Blake QUOTABLE POEMS 239 Making Life Worth While May every soul that touches mine Be it the slightest contact Get therefrom some good; Some little grace; one kindly thought; One aspiration yet unfelt; One bit of courage For the darkening sky; One gleam of faith To brave the thickening ills of life; One glimpse of brighter skies' Beyond the gathering mists To make this life worth while ' And heaven a surer heritage. _ & George Eltot Attainment Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss The purpose of this life, and do not wait For circumstance to mold or change your fate. In your own self lies destiny. Let this Vast truth cast out all fear, all prejudice, All hesitation. Know that you are great, Great with divinity. So dominate Environment, and enter into bliss. Love largely and hate nothing. Hold no aim That does not chord with universal good. Hear what the voices of the silence say, All joys are yours if you put forth your claim, Once let the spiritual laws be understood, Material things must answer and obey. Etta Wheeler WUcox . 240 QUOTABLE POEMS As I Grow Old God keep my heart attuned to laughter When youth is done; When all the days are gray days, coming after The warmth, the sun. Ah! keep me then from bitterness, from grieving, When life seems cold; God keep me always loving and believing As I grow old. Author Unknown Ascent Delve not so deep in the gloomy past That life's bright sands cave in and bury thee; Better it is to make a ladder fast Against a star, and climb eternally. Charles G. Blanden On Life's Way The world is wide, In time and tide, And God is guide; Then do not hurry. That man is blest Who does his best And leaves the rest, Then do not worry. Charles F. Deems QUOTABLE POEMS 241 From Old to New Man must pass from old to new, From vain to real, from mistake to fact, From what once seemed good, to what now proves best. Robert Browning From " Death in the Desert " New Temples I think God loves new temples built to Him And watches as each stone is laid on stone, And smiles to see them laid so straight and true, Lifting the strong wide walls to heaven's blue. And when the carpenters have done with them, And each new church stands finished and alone, When dusk sifts violet shadows through the glass Of painted windows, I think that God must pass Between the new dim aisles, and stopping where The last light falls across His shining hair, He kneels and holds the first communion there. Lexie Dean Robertson Spring The sun lies light on a jade-green hill, There's a burst of song from a loosened rill, The wind warms the breast of the new-turned sod, And the note of a bird links earth with God! Anne Elizabeth Maddock 242 QUOTABLE POEMS Unto Each His Handiwork Unto each his handiwork, unto each his crown, The just Fate gives. Whoso takes the world's life on him and his own lays down, He, dying so, lives. Whoso bears the whole heaviness of the wronged world's weight, And puts it by, It is well with him suffering, though he face man's fate; How should he die? A1 , , -, . , Algernon Charles Swinburne Stone Walls Do Not a Prison Make Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty. D . , r Richard Lovelace From " From Prison " A Garden Prayer That we are mortals and on earth must dwell Thou knowest, Allah, and didst give us bread And remembering of our souls didst give us food of flowers Thy name be hallo w<d. -,, . 7 , Thomas Walsh QUOTABLE POEMS 243 God's Book God spreads a book before my eyes, As I go tramping hill and dell, And oh, my heart is made most wise By what His wind-blown pages tell. Though men declare I am a clown, Whose dreams have made him worse than fey, The while I wander up and down, I give no heed to what they say. I turn me from their foolish words To read the kindliness of God Within His book of singing birds, Of trees and brooks and fragrant sod. Edgar Daniel Kramer Adios Could I but teach man to believe, Could I but make small men to grow, To break frail spider-webs that weave About their thews and bind them low; Could I but sing one song and slay Grim Doubt; I then could go my way In tranquil silence, glad, serene, And satisfied from off the scene. But ah, this disbelief, this doubt, This doubt of God, this doubt of Good This damned spot will not out! Joaquin Miller 244 QUOTABLE POEMS Who Loves the Rain Who loves the rain And loves his home, And looks on life with quiet eyes, Him will I follow through the storm; And at his hearth-fire keep me warm; Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise, Who loves the rain, And loves his home, And looks on life with quiet eyes. Frances Shaw Days Some days my thoughts are just cocoons all cold, and dull, and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind; And other days they drift and shine such free and flying things! I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings. Karle Wilson Baker In This Earth, Perfection In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection. Walt Whitman From " Birds of Passage " QUOTABLE POEMS 245 Reunited When you and I have played this little hour, Have seen the tall subaltern Life to Death Yield up his sword ; and, smiling, draw the breath, The first long breath of freedom; when the flower Of Recompense hath fluttered to our feet, As to an actor's; and, the curtain down, We turn to face each other all alone Alone, we two, who never yet did meet, Alone, and absolute, and free: then, O then, most dear, how shall be told the tale? Clasp 'd hands, press'd lips, and so clasp hands again; No words. But as the proud wind fills the sail, My love to yours shall reach, then one deep moan Of joy, and then our infinite Alone. Gilbert Parker Easter But His lone cross and crown of thorns Endure when crowns and empires fall. The might of His undying love In dying conquered all. John Oxenham Heaven in My Hand I looked for Heaven, high on a hill, Heaven where mighty towers stand; Then emptied my hands of gold to fill The empty hands of others and still Had gold, with Heaven in my hand. Raymond Kresensky 246 QUOTABLE POEMS Victory in Defeat Defeat may serve as well as victory To shake the soul and let the glory out. When the great oak is straining in the wind, The boughs drink in new beauty, and the trunk Sends down a deeper root on the windward side. Only the soul that knows the mighty grief Can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come To stretch our spaces in the heart for joy. Edwin Markham Resolve To keep my health! To do my work! To live! To see to it I grow and gain and give! Never to look behind me for an hourl To wait in weakness and to walk in power. But always fronting onward toward the light Always and always facing toward the right, Robbed, starved, defeated, fallen, wide astray On with what strength I have Back to the way! Charlotte Perkins Oilman A Strip of Blue I do not own an inch of land, But all I see is mine The orchards and the mowing-fields, The lawns and gardens fine. QUOTABLE POEMS 247 The winds my tax-collectors are, They bring me tithes divine Wild scents and subtle essences, A tribute rare and free; And, more magnificent than all, My window keeps for me A glimpse of blue immensity, A little strip of sea. Here sit I, as a little child; The threshold of God's door Is that clear band of chrysoprase; Now the vast temple floor, The blinding glory of the dome I bow my head before; The universe, O God, is home, In height or depth, to me; Yet here upon Thy footstool green Content ami to be; Glad, when is opened to my need Some sea-like glimpse of Thee. Lucy Larcom From Nobility True worth is in being, not seeming In doing, each day that goes by, Some little good not in dreaming Of great things to do. by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness, And spite of the fancies of youth, There's nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth. Alice Gary 248 QUOTABLE POEMS Windows for My Soul I will hew great windows for my soul, Channels of splendor, portals of release; Out of earth's prison walls will I hew them, That my thundering soul may push through them; Through the strata of human strife and passion I will tunnel a way, I will carve and fashion With the might of my soul's intensity Windows fronting on immensity, Towering out of time I will breathe the air of another clime That my spirit's pain may cease. That the being of me may have room to grow, That my eyes may meet God's eyes and know; I will hew great windows, wonderful windows, Measureless windows for my soul. Author Unknown God Give Me Joy God give me joy in the common things: In the dawn that lures, the eve that sings, In the new grass sparkling after rain, In the late wind's wild and weird refrain; 4 In the springtime's spacious field of gold, In the precious light by winter doled* God give me joy in the love of friends, In their dear home talk as summer ends; In the songs of children, unrestrained; In the sober wisdom age has gained. QUOTABLE POEMS 249 'God give me joy in the tasks that press, In the memories that burn and bless; In the thought that life has love to spend, In the faith that God's at journey's end. God give me hope for each day that springs, God give me joy in the common things! Thomas Curtis Clark " A Faithless Generation Asked a Sign " A faithless generation asked a sign, Some fresh and flaming proof of human worth Since youth could find no flavor in life's wine And there were no more giants in the earth. Then out of gray oblivion He came To laugh at space and thrust aside its bars, To manifest the littleness of fame To one who has companioned with the stars. The drought of greed is broken, fruitful streams Of courage flow through fields long parched and dead, Young men see visions now, old men dream dreams, A world moves forward with uplifted head: A Lad with wings to dare had faith to rise And carve proud arcs across uncharted skies. Molly Anderson Haley From The Things That Endure What wish you, immortality? Then of frail visions become the wooer. Stone cities melt like mist away, But footsteps in the sand endure. Florence Wilkinson 250 QUOTABLE POEMS The Man of Sorrows Christ claims our help in many a strange disguise; Now, fever-ridden, on a bed He lies; Homeless He wanders now beneath the stars; Now counts the number of His prison bars; Now bends beside us, crowned with hoary hairs. No need have we to climb the heavenly stairs, And press our kisses on His feet and hands; In every man that suffers, He, the Man of Sorrows, stands! Author Unknown For a Materialist I know your barren belief that a rose will grow From what was once the miracle of a man; That only in this wise shall we thwart .the grave; Believe, my friend, and be satisfied, if you can. But I have a mystical hunger, so great and intense That only Almighty God with a purpose would fill My fragile shell with its poignant immensity A hunger to find, emerging from death, that I still Am the sum of myself! myself, to aspire and climb Some further and undreamed slope of the range of Time* I have faith that I shall. Is a rose worth the patience of Him Who evolved through the aeons a man and endowed him with soul? Would He who created the splendor of spirit and mind Envisage a sweet-scented waft as its trivial goal? Adelaide P. Love QUOTABLE POEMS 251 Love's Strength Measure thy life by loss instead of gain; Not by the wine drunk, but wine poured forth; For love's strength standeth in love's sacrifice; And whoso suffers most hath most to give. Jff. E. H. King Song of the Silent Land Into the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, Oh, thither, Into the Silent Land? Into the Silent Land! To you, ye boundless regions Of all perfection! Tender morning-visions Of beauteous souls! The Future's pledge and band! Who in Life's battle firm doth stand, Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms Into the Silent Land! Land! Land! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand To the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow From the German 252 QUOTABLE POEMS Diogenes A hut, and a tree, And a hill for me, And a piece of a weedy meadow. I'll ask no thing, Of God or king, But to clear away his shadow. Max Eastman A Knight of Bethlehem There was a Knight of Bethlehem whose wealth was tears and sorrows; His Men-at-arms were little lambs, His Trumpeters were sparrows; His castle was a wooden cross, whereon He hung so high; His helmet was a crown of thorns, whose crest did touch the sky. Henry Neville Maughan There Was a Child Went Forth There was a child went forth every day; And the first object he looked upon, the object he became; And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years: The early lilacs became part of this child; And the apple-trees covered with blossoms, and the fruit afterward, and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road; QUOTABLE POEMS 253 And the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the tavern, whence he had lately risen, And the schoolmistress that passed on her way to the school; The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure, The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture the yearning and swelling heart; * The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time the curious whether and how, Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks? Men and women crowding fast in the streets if they are not flashes and specks, what are they? These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day. Walt Whitman Prayer of the Unemployed Lord, I do not ask for houses of steel, Nor houses built of stone; But for the exultation to feel The tug on muscle and bone. Not for wealth or men at my commands, Nor peace when I am through I only ask work for these hands, Work for these hands to do. Raymond Kresensky 254 QUOTABLE POEMS What Shall Endure? Great roads the Romans built that men might meet, And walls to keep strong men apart secure. Now centuries have gone, and in defeat The walls are fallen, but the roads endure. Ethelyn M. Hartwich God Hide the Whole World in Thy Heart Behind thee leave thy merchandise, Thy churches and thy charities; And leave thy peacock wit behind; Enough for thee the primal mind That flows in streams, that breathes in wind; Leave all thy pedant lore apart; God hide the whole world in thy heart. Ralph Waldo Emerson From " Woodnotes " The Law of Love Then was earth made anew where'er He went, For all men's hearts were opened to the Light, And Christ was King, and Lord Omnipotent. And everywhere men's hearts turned unto Him As to the very source and fount of Right, As flowers turn to the sun, and everywhere New Life sprang up to greet Him as He went Dispensing grace to all men everywhere. And His dispensed grace changed all men's hearts, Made His will theirs, and their wills wholly His; QUOTABLE POEMS 255 So that they strove no more each for himself, But each for good of all, and all for Him; Man's common aim was for the common good; The age-old feuds were of the past, And all mankind joined hands at last In common brotherhood. And every man in all the whole wide world Had room, and time, and wherewithal to live His life at fullest full within the Law The Law that has no bounds or bonds for those Who live it, for it is His Love, The great unchanged, unchanging, and unchangeable Law whose beginning and whose end is Love. John Oxenham From " Chaos, and the Way Out " Let All the Earth Keep Silence How lovely is the silence of green, growing things Orchard blossoms, apple, plum, and pear, Branches laden down by fruit they bear, Fields of everlasting, creeping vine, Mountain-forest, hemlock, balsam, pine, Gentian, asters, sweet-fern on the hill, All praise Him in their beauty keeping still. Lucy A. K. Adee Unquestioning He who bends to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy: But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise. William Blake 256 QUOTABLE POEMS The House of the Trees Ope your doors and take me in, Spirit of the wood, Wash me clean of dust and din, Clothe me in your mood. Take me from the noisy light To the sunless peace, Where at mid-day standeth Night Signing Toil's release. All your dusky twilight stores To my senses give; Take me in and lock the doors, Show me how to live. Lift your leafy roof for me, Part your yielding walls: Let me wander lingeringly Through your scented halls. Ope your doors and take me in, Spirit of the wood; Take me make me next of kin To your leafy brood. Ethelyn Wetherald Rhythm Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it curves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhyme the oar forsake. Ralph Waldo Emerson QUOTABLE POEMS 257 To Young Dreamers Above dark cities build Your tall, impossible towers, Imperious towers of faith Built perilously high, And gather your dreams like clusters Of strange, bewildering flowers From the star-bright ledges Of the wide, impossible sky! Lucia Trent The Indwelling God Go not, my soul, in search of Him; Thou wilt not find Him there Or in the depths of shadow dim, Or heights of upper air. For not in far-off realms of space The spirit hath its throne; In every heart it findeth place And waiteth to be known. Thought answereth alone to thought And soul with soul hath kin; For outward God he findeth not, Who finds not God within. And if the visions come to thee Revealed by inward sign, Earth will be full of Deity And with His glory shine. 258 QUOTABLE POEMS Thou shall not want for company, Nor pitch thy tent alone; The Indwelling God will go with thee, And show thee of His own. Oh, gift of gifts, Oh, grace of grace, That God should condescend To make thy heart His dwelling-place, And be thy daily friend! Then go not thou in search of Him, But to thyself repair; Wait thou within the silence dim And thou shalt find Him there. Frederick Lucian Hosmer Eternal Good Eternal Good which overlies The sorrow of the world, Love which outlives All sin and wrong, Compassion which forgives To the uttermost, and Justice whose clear eyes Through lapse and failure look to the intent, And judge our failure by the life we meant. John Greenle&j Whittier From " Eventide " The Goal What were life, Did soul stand still therein, forego her strife Through the ambiguous Present to the goal Of some all-reconciling Future! Robert Browning From " Gerard de Lairesse " QUOTABLE POEMS 259 He Who Ascends to Mountain-Tops He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head. And thus reward the toils which to those summits led. George Gordon Byron Release Do not fear And do not grieve for me, I shall not die: I am like the forest oak That summer suns have seasoned; My body will be a little heap of ash Upon the hearth, But I shall rise in flame, In dame that leaps and soars And seeks the stars. Do not fear And do not weep, my dear, When Death stoops down to light the fire. Jean Grigsby Paxton 260 QUOTABLE POEMS I Accept I shall go out as all men go, Spent flickers in a mighty wind, Then I shall know, as all must know, What lies the great gray veil behind. There may be nothing but a deep And timeless void without a name Where no sun hangs, no dead stars sleep, And there is neither night nor flame. There may be meadows there and hills, Mountains and plains and winds that blow, And flowers bending over rills Springing from an eternal snow. There may be oceans white with foam And great tall ships for hungry men Who called our little salt seas home And burn to launch their keels again. There may be voices I have known, Cool fingers that have touched my hair. There may be hearts that were my own, Love may abide forever there. Who knows? Who needs to understand If there be shadows there, or more, To live as though a pleasant land Lay just beyond an open door? Harold Trowbridge Pukifef QUOTABLE POEMS 261 From The Battle of Blenheim Now tell us what 'twas all about, Young Peterkin, he cries, And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; Now tell us all about the war And what they killed each other for. It was the English, Kaspar cried, That put the French to rout; But what they kill'd each other for, I could not well make out. But everybody said, quoth he, That 'twas a famous victory. Robert Southey The Lament of the Voiceless " Wars are to be/' they say, they blindly say, Nor strive to end them. Had we eyes to see The ghosts that walk across the fields of slain, We might behold by each boy soldier's corpse An endless line who mourn his fateful doom. " Who are you? " asking, we might hear these words: " We are the men and women not to be, Because the father of our line was slain, Cut off untimely. Brave he was and strong; His heritage were ours had he not been The food of slaughter in a wanton war." 262 QUOTABLE POEMS Boy soldier, sleep, by fireside loved ones mourned; By neighbor comrades, half ashamed of life, When death claims him who went that they might stay. Boy soldier, sleep; if ever these forget, You still are mourned by that long line unborn, Who might have been but for the waste of war. They mourn for you, your sons who never were. Laura Bell Everett Fidele Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o* the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. QUOTABLE POEMS 263 No exerciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave! WttUam Shakespeare From " Cymbeline " [A favorite poem of Abraham Lincoln] As the Sculptor As the sculptor devotes himself to wood and stone I would devote myself to the living soul. But I am solemnized by the thought that the sculptor cannot carve Either on wood, or on stone, or on the living soul, Anything better than himself. All the lines of my carving Will but reveal my own portrait. Gazing at my hand, at my chisel, I shudder. How long will it take for this human sculpture, Which can not be carved by me better, finer than my own soul, To escape! To escape from my pitiable and limited domain, And to advance to the position of a carving of God? Happily, there is a Guide for me. It is He who has broken open the door of the Sanctuary And made a molten cast of God's Portrait on His own flesh. Toyohiko Kagawa 264 QUOTABLE POEMS The Splendor Falls The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. hark, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens reply: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. Alfred Tennyson Vitae Lampada There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight Ten to make and the match to win A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote " Play up! play up! and play the game! " QUOTABLE POEMS 265 The sand of the desert is sodden red Red with the wreck of a square that broke; The Catling's jammed and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far, and Honor a name, But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks: " Play up! play up! and play the game! " This is the word that year by year, While in her place the school is set, Every one of her sons must hear, And none that hears it dare forget. This they all with joyful mind Bear through life like a torch in flame, And falling fling to the host behind " Play up! play up! and play the game! " Sir Henry Newbolt Mourn Not the Dead Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie Dust unto dust The calm sweet earth that mothers all who die As all men must; Mourn not your captured comrades who must dwell Too strong to strive Each in his steel-bound coffin of a cell, Buried alive; But rather mourn the apathetic throng The cowed and the meek Who see the world's great anguish and its wrong And dare not speak! Rdph Chaplin 266 QUOTABLE POEMS We Are Never Old Spring still makes spring in the mind When sixty years are told ; Love wakes anew this throbbing heart, And we are never old; Over the winter glaciers I see the summer glow, And through the wild-piled snowdrift The warm rosebuds below. Ralph Waldo Emerson From "The World-Soul" Discovery I have found 'God on a high hill alone, alone, On Lookout Mountain with Chattanooga far beneath me, And above the Grand Canyon where waters hide in rock. I have seen God as I sat on a park bench Watching the flaming colors of the sunset, And a red bird sang above me In the wideness of Dakota prairies At the foot of the lagoon where the Lincoln Memorial Puts its feet in heaven at the feet of Lincoln alone. I have seen God in the corner of a mountain cabin Where a small girl sang ballads And her mother wept in loneliness. I have seen God when my own mother Sat beside the coffin of her son, A young man killed by war. I saw God in her old hands fumbling a German Bible, And Jesus smiling to see two enemies at peace there. QUOTABLE POEMS 267 I have seen God in the fellowship All men bear with grief and pain The agnostic lifting the weary hands of the pilgrim, The Christian binding the blasphemer's wounds. I have seen God in beauty unspeakable Of hills and sunsets in the works of men Beauty like a sharp pain. I have seen God with men, humanly alone. Raymond Kresensky The Back of God I prayed to see the face of God, Illumined by the central suns Turning in their ancient track; But what I saw was not His face at all I saw His bent figure on a windy hill, Carrying a double load upon His back. /. R. Perkins In Prison I know not whether Laws be right, Or whether Laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in jail Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A year whose days are long. But this I know, that every Law That men have made for Man, Since first Man took his brother's life, And this sad world began, But straws the wheat and saves the chaff With a most evil fan. 268 QUOTABLE POEMS This too I know and wise it were If each could know the same That every prison that men build Is built with bricks of shame, And bound with bars lest Christ should see How men their brothers maim. Oscar Wilde From " The Ballad of Reading Gaol " Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho! the holly! This life is most jolly! William Shakespeare QUOTABLE POEMS 269 Strength Ask of your soul this question, What is strength? Is it to slay ten thousand with the sword? To steal at midnight Gaza's brazen gates? To raze a temple on a heathen horde? Or, in a garden drenched with evening dew And bloody sweat, to pray beside a stone? Defend a sinner from self-righteous priests? Bear up to Calvary a cross, alone? Jessie Wilmore Murton Young Lincoln Men saw no portents on that winter night A hundred years ago. No omens flared Above that trail-built cabin with one door, And windowless to all the peering stars. They laid him in the hollow of a log, Humblest of cradles, save that other one The manger in the stall at Bethlehem. No portents! Yet with whisper and alarm The Evil Powers that dread the nearing feet Of heroes, held a council in that hour; And sent three fates to darken that low door, To baffle and beat back the heaven-sent child. Three were the fates gaunt Poverty that chains, Gray Drudgery that grinds the hope away, And gaping Ignorance that starves the soul. 270 QUOTABLE POEMS They came with secret laughters to destroy. Ever they dogged him, counting every step, Waylaid his youth and struggled for his life. They came to master but he made them serve; And from the wrestle with the destinies, He rose with all his energies aglow. For God upon whose steadfast shoulders rest These governments of ours, had not forgot. He needed for his purposes a voice, A voice to be a clarion on the wind, Crying the word of freedom to dead hearts, The word that centuries had waited for. So hidden in the West, God shaped his man. There in the unspoiled solitude he grew, Unwarped by culture and uncramped by creed; Keeping his course courageous and alone, As goes the Mississippi to the sea. His daring spirit burst the narrow bounds, Rose resolute; and like the sea-called stream, He tore new channels where he found no way. His tools were his first teachers, sternly kind. The plow, the scythe, the maul, the echoing ax Taught him their homely wisdom and their peace. He had the plain man's genius common sense; Yet rage for knowledge drove his mind afar; He fed his spirit with the bread of books, And slaked his thirst at all the wells of thought. But most he read the heart of common man, Scanned all its secret pages stained with tears, Saw all the guile, saw all the piteous pain ; And yet could keep the smile about his lips, QUOTABLE POEMS 271 Love and forgive, see all and pardon all; His only fault, the fault that some of old Laid even on God that he was ever wont To bend the law to let his mercy out. Edwin Markham Gold Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered, and rolled; Heavy to get, and light to hold; Hoarded, bartered, bought and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled; Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould; Price of many a crime untold; Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Good or bad, a thousand- fold! How widely its agencies vary! To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless, As even its minted coins express! Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Maryl Thomas Hood My Country My country is the world; I count No son of man my foe, Whether the warm life-currents mount And mantle brows like snow Or red or yellow, brown or black, The face that into mine looks back. 272 QUOTABLE POEMS My native land is Mother Earth, And all men are my kin, Whether of rude or gentle birth, However steeped in sin; Or rich, or poor, or great, or small, I count them brothers, one and all. My birthplace is no spot apart, I claim no town nor State; Love hath a shrine in every heart, And wheresoe'r men mate To do the right and say the truth, Love evermore renews her youth. My flag is the star-spangled sky, Woven without a seam, Where dawn and sunset colors lie, Fair as an angel's dream; The flag that still, unstained, untorn, Floats over all of mortal born. My party is all humankind, My platform brotherhood; I count all men of honest mind Who work for human good, And for the hope that gleams afar, My comrades in this holy war. My heroes are the great and good Of every age and clime, Too often mocked, misunderstood, And murdered in their time, But spite of ignorance and hate Known and exalted soon or late. QUOTABLE POEMS 273 My country is the world; I scorn No lesser love than mine, But calmly wait that happy morn When all shall own this sign, And love of country as of clan, Shall yield to worldwide love of man. Robert Whitaker Incident Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee, I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small > And he was no whit bigger, And so I smiled, but he poked out His tongue, and called me, " Nigger." I saw the whole of Baltimore From May until December; Of all the things that happened there That's all that I remember. Countee Cullen At the Place of the Sea Have you come to the Red Sea place in your life, Where, in spite of all you can do, There is no way out, there is no way back, There is no other way but through? Then wait on the Lord, with a trust serene, Till the night of your fear is gone; He will send the winds, He will heap the floods, When He says to your soul, " Go on! " 274 QUOTABLE POEMS And His hand shall lead you through, Ere the watery walls roll down; No wave can touch you, no foe can smite, No mightiest sea can drown. The tossing billows may rear their crests, Their foam at your feet may break, But over their bed you shall walk dry-shod In the path that your Lord shall make. In the morning watch, 'neath the lifted cloud, You shall see but the Lord alone. When He leads you forth from the place of the sea, To a land that you have not known; And your fears shall pass as your foes have passed, You shall no more be afraid; You shall sing His praise in a better place, In a place that His hand hath made. Annie Johnson Flint From King Cotton The mills of Lancashire grind very small, The mills of Lancashire grind very great, And small and great alike are passing poor, Too poor to read the writing of their fate. It is a kingdom knows an awful rule, It is a kingdom of a direful plan, Where old and young are thrown to the machine, And no man dreams machines were made for man. Sir Leo Money QUOTABLE POEMS 275 The Life to Come There is a City where God's happy children Shall tread forever burnished floors, they say, But I shall beg to walk in Oxford meadows Where dance the golden flowers of May. I cannot dream of walls upbuilt of jasper, Nor can the gates of pearl the heart suffice: Who once beholds the rainbows in the dewdrop Has seen a pearl of greater price. And when the harpers in that land are making Strange melodies on earth unheard before, If I might only hear once more Beethoven, Then I should ask of God no more. Edward Shillito At Last When on my day of life the night is falling, And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown, I hear far voices out of darkness calling My feet to paths unknown, Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant, Leave not its tenant when its walls decay; O Love Divine, O Helper ever-present, Be Thou my strength and stay! Be near me when all else is from me drifting; Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine, And kindly faces to my own uplifting The love which answers mine. 276 QUOTABLE POEMS I have but Thee, my Father! let Thy spirit Be with me then to comfort and uphold; No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit, Nor street of shining gold. Suffice it if my good and ill unreckoned, And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace I find myself by hands familiar beckoned Unto my fitting place. John Greenleaf Whittier Build a Fence of Trust Build a little fence of trust Around today; Fill the space with loving work And therein stay. Look not through the sheltering bars Upon tomorrow; God will help thee bear what comes Of joy or sorrow. Mary F. Butts The Flag of Peace Men long have fought for their flying flags, They have died those flags to save; Their long staves rest on the shattered breast, They are planted deep in the grave. Now the world's new flag is streaming wide, Far-flying wide and high. It shall cover the earth from side to side As the rainbow rings the sky. QUOTABLE POEMS 277 The flag of the day when men shall stand For service, not for fight; When every race, in every land, Shall join for the world's delight; When all our flags shall blend in one, And all our wars shall cease, 'Neath the new flag, the true flag, The rainbow flag of peace. Charlotte Perkins Oilman Forbearance Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk? At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse? Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust? And loved so well a high behavior, In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained, Nobility more nobly to repay? 0, be my friend, and teach me to be thine! Ralph Waldo Emerson The Greatest Work He built a house; time laid it in the dust; He wrote a book, its title now forgot; He ruled a city, but his name is not On any table graven, or where rust Can gather from disuse, or marble bust. He took a child from out a wretched cot, Who on the state dishonor might have brought, And reared him to the Christian's hope and trust. 278 QUOTABLE POEMS The boy, to manhood grown, became a light To many souls, and preached for human need The wondrous love of the Omnipotent. The work has multiplied like stars at night When darkness deepens; every noble deed Lasts longer than a granite monument. Author Unknown Love and Life Oh, Love and Death go ever hand in hand, For poison lurks within the magic cup That Love to thirsty lips is lifting up; And those who tread the heavenly heights must stand Upon a dizzy verge. Love's stern command Summons to battle, wounds, and sudden death; No languorous whisper borne on perfumed breath, But ringing call to dare by sea and land. But Love brings every gift of joy and grace, Lightens the darkness, gives new life for old, And touches all things with her mystic wand, Like Midas turning all base things to gold, Making a temple every common place. For Love and Life go ever hand in hand, Winjred Ernest Garrison The Cry of the Age? What shall I do to be just? What shall I do for the gain Of the world for its sadness? Teach me, O Seers that I trust! Chart me the difficult main Leading me out of my sorrow and madness; Preach me out of the purging of pain. QUOTABLE POEMS 279 Shall I wrench from my finger the ring To cast to the tramp at my door? Shall I tear off each luminous thing To drop in the palm of the poor? What shall I do to be just? Teach me, O Ye in the light, Whom the poor and the rich alike trust: My heart is aflame to be right. Hamlin Garland The Women Toilers I saw them from our car today, As I was passing by The women toilers! Mexican, Negro, white, Working in the cotton fields From dawn of day till night. I wonder what the recompense Of toil like theirs Fulfillment, joy, sweet peace? Or just the dull despair Of aching weariness, That never knows surcease? I wonder, oh, I wonder how In God's great plan, I shall make restitution for The joy, the ease, the time Spent in such idle ways, When these must wilt Out in the hot sun's blaze, , At night I see them When I try to pray; 280 QUOTABLE POEMS God help them to be kind When they shall think of me, Beloved, rested, gay As I was passing by their fields today! Grace Bowen Evans Men Have Forged He wrote in the sand ... the wind-blown sands And the woman wept afresh, But not a stone from the hundred hands Was cast to bruise her flesh. Not a deadly missile was sent And the mob in twos and fours Dispersed and down the street they went Or gossiped in the doors. The brave Christ blotted out the sign Of all her sin and lust; Obliterated each thin line Traced in the roadside dust. Later such mobs used spears to kill: Lances and spikes and gall A wooden cross on a lonely hill With a black sky over all. But men have forged these modern days New things for bringing pain And they are skilled in all the ways To grave sins deep and plain. QUOTABLE POEMS 281 They cut their neighbor's faults in flint, Never in drifting silt, And how they love the tinny glint Of scabbard and of hilt. Jay G* Sigmund That Which Made Us Only That which made us, meant us to be mightier by and by, Set the sphere of all the boundless Heavens within the human eye, Sent the shadow of Himself, the boundless, through the human soul; Boundless inward, in the atom, boundless outward, in the whole. Alfred Tennyson Till We Have Built Jerusalem And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountain green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! 282 QUOTABLE POEMS I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. William Blake From " The Prophetic Book Milton " Our Country To all who hope for Freedom's gleam Across the warring years, Who offer life to build a dream In laughter or in tears, To all who toil, unmarked, unknown, By city, field or sea, I give my heart, I reach my hand, A common hope, a common land Is made of you and me. For we have loved her summer dawns Beyond the misty hill, And we have shared her toil, her fruit Of farm and shop and mill. Our weaknesses have made her shame, Our strength has built her powers, And we have hoped and we have striven That to her children might be given A fairer world than ours. We dreamed to hold her safe, apart From strife; the dream was vain. Her heart is now earth's bleeding heart, She shares the whole earth's pain. QUOTABLE POEMS 283 To men oppressed in all the lands One flashing hope has gone, One vision wide as earth appears, We seek, across the warring years, The gray world's golden dawn. Anna Louise Strong Refusal "Here is my heart; it's clean. I give it, Lord, to Thee." And then I saw God plainly Turn aside from me. " I do not want your heart, Closed tightly to other men. Open it up, my child, And return it to me again." Raymond Kresensky Death in Life He always said he would retire When he had made a million clear, And so he toiled into the dusk From day to day, from year to year. At last he put his ledgers up And laid his stock reports aside But when he started out to live He found he had already died. Author Unknown 284 QUOTABLE POEMS Horizons Who harbors Hatred, sees a small And closing cincture hold him thrall. Who glooming Envy entertains, Has narrowing sky-lines for his pains. Who makes perpetual friend of Doubt, Marks dwarfing vistas round about. But he whose bosom Love hath found, Is by no cramped horizons bound. Clinton Scollard The Unknown Soldier I They look so solemn and fine. Who are they? MYSELF The best known have come to honor the un- known. I Why do they honor him? MYSELF He represents the millions to whom they are indebted for victory. I Do they think so highly of them? MYSELF They bow to the majesty of the common man. I Then, if another conflict threatens, will they ask the common people, the Unknown, whether they want war? MYSELF Look at those beautiful flowers. I The boys on the farms and in the mills? MYSELF Hush. Listen to the oratory. I Will they ask the mothers, the unknown mothers? MYSELF Ah, the music. Arthur B. Rhinow QUOTABLE POEMS 285 Carry On! They have not fought in vain, our dead Who sleep amid the poppies red: Their plea, attested with their blood, By all the world is understood. They fought for peace, as now do we; Their conflict was for liberty, For freedom from the blight of war And is that still worth fighting for? We strive no longer men in arms; We fight not, stirred by war's alarms; We vow to seal our broken past With fellowship and friendship fast. By those who faced the battling years Let earth forget her warlike fears, That Freedom, idol of our sires, May pledge to all her sacred fires. Thomas Curtis Clark Discovery I am tired of city sounds, And streets of questing faces Give me, for a swift, sweet hour, Little lonely places! Though I want the city ere This golden silence passes, I have loved and looked upon Sky and hills and grasses. 286 QUOTABLE POEMS I have walked with God again In little lonely places . . , I shall find His face again In streets of questing faces! Catherine Parmenter Dedication We dedicate a church today. Lord Christ, I pray Within the sound of its great bell There is no mother who must hold Her baby close against the cold So only have we served Thee well; The wind blows sharp, the snow lies deep. If we shall keep Thy hungry ones, and sore distressed, From pain and hardship, then may we Know we have builded unto Thee, And that each spire and arch is blest. Lord Christ, grant we may consecrate To Thee this church we dedicate. Ethel Arnold Tilden The Sea Gypsy I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay. QUOTABLE POEMS 287 There's a schooner in the offing, With her topsails shot with fire, And my heart has gone aboard her For the Islands of Desire. I must forth again tomorrow! With the sunset I must be Hull down on the trail of rapture In the wonder of the Sea. Richard Hovey The Anodyne In the late evening, when the house is still, For an intense instant, I lift my clean soul out of the soiled garments of mortality. No sooner is it free to rise than it bends back earthward And touches mortal life with hands like the hands that troubled the waters of Bethesda. So this incorruptible touches the corrupt; This immortal cools with a touch The beaded forehead of mortality. Sarah N. Cleghorn The Man From Sangamon, at Gettysburg I am a man who knew Abe Lincoln well; We logged together on the Sangamon. Abe was a thinker then, we noticed that; Noticed the way he used to go apart And watch the sunset flush the western sky Until the river seemed a thing of flame. Abe would sit there, a little off from us, The soft wind blowing his unruly locks, 288 QUOTABLE POEMS His face alight with deep, unspoken dreams. It was as if he visioned the long way His great, gaunt frame would one day have to go; As if he heard the distant roar of war. I have seen tears start in Abe Lincoln's eyes And run unheeded down his wind-bronzed cheeks Even as long ago as those old days When we were logging on the Sangamon. After the day's hard work we would sit there, Lost in the wild, still beauty of the place; (I can recall the smell of early spring That settled on the river after dark) ; Would sit and watch the stars come slowly out And hear the water lap against our boat And lose ourselves in quietness and sleep. But Lincoln would sit on, deep in his thoughts. One day we saw a slave sold on the bank: That night Abe Lincoln's heavy brows were knit In troubled thought. That night He did not close his brooding eyes, But sat there thinking till the morning sun Turned the pale sky into a flood of light. Today, when I stood there at Gettysburg, And saw that figure that I knew and loved Take its quiet place How can I put in words The thoughts that surged so swiftly through my heart? This was the man I knew so well and long This man who spoke such simple, tender words Truths that would root and grow and bear much fruit 1 QUOTABLE POEMS 289 Somehow, when he had finished, I ran forth And caught his great hand close within my own: " Abe! " I cried, huskily. " You know me, Abe? " There, in the great crowd, he leaned on my arm. Tears of delight were on his homely face. " It is as if," he told me, brokenly, " The years of war and horror were wiped out And we were on the Sangamon again. My heart has hungered after you, my friend." That was Lincoln, the friend of all the world. Eleanor G. R. Young From Prometheus Unbound (Demogorgon speaking) This is the day, which down the void abysm At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism, And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep: Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dead endurance, from the slippery, steep, And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs And folds over the world its healing wings. Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance, These are the seals of that most firm assurance Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength; And if, with infirm hand, Eternity, Mother of many acts and hours, should free The serpent that would clasp her with his length; These are the spells by which to reassume An empire o'er the disentangled doom. 290 QUOTABLE POEMS To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory. Percy Bysshe Shelley The Temple I dreamed, That stone by stone I reared a sacred fane, A temple, neither pagod, mosque nor church, But simpler, loftier, Always open doored to every breath from heaven, And truth, and peace, and love and justice came and dwelt therein. Alfred Tennyson In Defense of Youth We call them wrong! God pity us, the blind, Imputing evil as our grandsires did, When we explored new realms with feet and mind, Uncovering what old fogies damned and hid! The dreams, the wanton fantasies are there, As you and I once knew them, loved them, till We came to staleness and to foolish fear Lest something change, be different, jolt our will! QUOTABLE POEMS 291 Tis life they seek, not sin, no sordid thing, But joy in health and beauty, and in all The urge of thrilling bodies that would sing And freely dance with laughter at earth's call. Let's laugh with them, full knowing that when tried By Truth and Duty, Youth is on God's side! Robbins Wolcott Bar stow The Burden To every one on earth God gives a burden, to be carried down The road that lies between the cross and crown. No lot is wholly free: He giveth one to thee. Some carry it aloft, Open and visible to any eyes; And all may see its form and weight and size. Some hide it in their breast, And deem it there unguessed. Thy burden is God's gift, And it will make the bearer calm and strong; Yet, lest it press too heavily and long, He says, Cast it on Me, And it shall easy be. And those who heed His voice, And seek to give it back in trustful prayer, Have quiet hearts that never can despair; And hope lights up the way Upon the darkest day. 292 QUOTABLE POEMS Take thou thy burden thus Into thy hands, and lay it at His feet; And, whether it be sorrow or defeat Or pain or sin or care, Just leave it calmly there. It is the lonely road That crushes out the life and light of Heaven; But, born with Him, the soul, restored, forgiven, Sings out, through all the days, Her joy and God's high praise. Marianne Farningham Hearn From The Angel-Thief So as from year to year we count our treasure, Our loss seems less, and larger look our gains; Time's wrongs repaid in more than even measure We lose our jewels, but we break our chains. Oliver Wendell Holmes Memorial Day I heard a cry in the night from a far-flung host, From a host that sleeps through the years the last long sleep, By the Meuse, by the Marne, in the Argonne's shattered " wood, In a thousand rose-thronged churchyards through our land. Sleeps! Do they sleep! I know I heard their cry, Shrilling along the night like a trumpet blast: QUOTABLE POEMS 293 " We died," they cried, " for a dream. Have ye forgot? We dreamed of a world reborn whence wars had fled, Where swords were broken in pieces and guns were rust, Where the poor man dwelt in quiet, the rich in peace, And children played in the streets, joyous and free. We thought we could sleep content in a task well done; But the rumble of guns rolls over us, iron upon iron Sounds from the forge where are fashioned guns anew; " New fleets spring up in new seas, and under the wave Stealthy new terrors swarm, with emboweled death. Fresh cries of hate ring out loud from the demagogue's throat, While greed reaches out afresh to grasp new lands. Have we died in vain? Is our dream denied? You men who live on the earth we bought with our woe, Will ye stand idly by while they shape new wars, Or will ye rise, who are strong, to fulfill our dream, To silence the demagogue's voice, to crush the fools Who play with blood-stained toys that crowd new graves? We call, we call in the night, will ye hear and heed? " In the name of our dead will we hear? Will we grant them sleep? William E. Brooks Beyond the Horizon When men go down to the sea in ships, 'Tis not to the sea they go; Some isle or pole the mariners' goal, And thither they sail through calm and gale, When down to the sea they go. 294 QUOTABLE POEMS When souls go down to the sea by ship, And the dark ship's name is Death, Why mourn and wail at the vanishing sail? Though outward bound, God's world is round, And only a ship is Death. When I go down to the sea by ship, And Death unfurls her sail, Weep not for me, for there will be A living host on another coast To beckon and cry, " All hail! " Robert Freeman Oh! Why Should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud? Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passes from life to his rest in the grave. The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid; And the young, and the old, and the low, and the high Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie. The infant a mother attended and loved, The mother that infant's affection who proved, The husband that infant and mother who blessed, Each, all are away to their dwelling of rest. The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye Shone beauty and pleasure, her triumphs are by; And the memory of those that beloved her and praised Are alike from the minds of the living erased. QUOTABLE POEMS 295 The hand of the king that the scepter hath borne, The brow of the priest that the miter hath worn, The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave. The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap, The herdsman, who climbed with his goats to the steep, The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread. The saint, who enjoyed the communion of heaven, The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven, The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just, Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust. So the multitude goes, like the flower and the weed, That wither away, to let others succeed; So the multitude comes, even those we behold, To repeat every tale that hath often been told. For we are the same that our fathers have been, We see the same sights that our fathers have seen; We drink the same stream, and we feel the same sun And run the same course that our fathers have run. The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think, From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink, To the life we are clinging our fathers would cling, But it speeds from the earth like a bird on the wing. They loved, but the story we cannot unfold, They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold; They grieved, but no voice from their slumbers may come; They joyed, but the voice of their gladness is dumb. 296 QUOTABLE POEMS They died; aye, they died; and we, things that are now, Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow, Who make in their dwelling a transient abode, Meet the changes they met on their pilgrimage road. Yea! hope and despondency, pleasure and pain, Are mingled together like sunshine and rain; And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge Still follow each other, like surge upon surge. Tis the twink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud, Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? William Knox [A favorite poem of Abraham Lincoln] Give Me a Gentle Heart Give me a gentle heart, that I may do Naught but the gentle thing my whole life through. Give me a heart as kind as hearts can be, That I may give before 'tis asked of me. Give me a watchful heart that shall divine The need of those whose hearts are dear to mine. Give me a heart where joy and sorrow wait To know what joy or sorrow is at my gate. Give me a song, but not one to be known For loveliness, for loveliness alone. Give me a humble song whose sweetest strain Shall be for those whose hearts are mute in pain. QUOTABLE POEMS 297 Give me a prayer, but save me lest I kneel For that which ministers to my own weal. Let me forget the highest gift I crave; Let me forget the deepest need I have. Grant, Lord, that every thought of self may be Lost in the selfless light of Calvary. Percy Thomas Memories Sometimes, when the grind of the city beats on my heart Like a brazen hammer with terrible blows, I think of a lost garden I knew in my boyhood, Filled with the scent of the rose. And sometimes, when the clamor of life seems endless, And my soul is bowed with its weight of pain, I think of an old, still apple tree in blossom At the end of a hawthorn lane. Oh, do not smile at such simple memories! They keep us young, they keep the man-heart right. And sometime we will all go back contented, To a Garden and a Tree in a place of light. Charles Hanson Towne Death-Grapple Man and the pitiless waters Fight man and the cavernous sea. The ocean is ready to fight all men In its stark immensity. Man against man, conspiring well, Can make of the sea and the land a hell. How long shall the carnage be? Laura Bell Everett 298 QUOTABLE POEMS Good Friday There was no glory on the hills that day; Only dark shame, And three stark crosses rearing at the sky. Only a whining wind, And jeering, And an anguished voice Crying forgiveness. Then darkness fell We sit today in cushioned pews And for three hours we watch with Him, Singing and praying, Hearing quiet words. There is a gentle rustle as we move in and out, Too busy to stay long, Or else too tired To sit so long a time In cushioned pews. We see a golden cross And pray to God That some day, In His own good time, The world may do His will. But we ourselves Have little time to help Except to say a prayer On cushioned pews. The golden cross is all aglow In candle flame. QUOTABLE POEMS 299 It burns like flame. Like flame it burns into my heart The golden cross has turned to fire The candle glow Has set the cross on fire The burning cross up on the altar Cries Cries out to me. The flaming cross is burned into my heart! The others have not seen. There is the golden cross And candle glow. There was no glory on the hills that day; But one stark cross Against a vacant sky. Martha Provine Leach Turner Dreams I will not change my path with you, O worshippers of gold! My path is rough, but heaven-lit, And yours is smooth, but cold. In your resplendent halls each night The ghost of envy strides, While in the castle of my heart The living God resides. My heart is young, though youth is gone; Your hearts in youth are old; I will not change one golden dream For all your dreams of gold. Philip M. Raskin 300 QUOTABLE POEMS The Undying Soul Yet howsoever changed or tost, Not even a wreath of mist is lost, No atom can itself exhaust. So shall the soul's superior force Live on and run its endless course In God's unlimited universe. John Greenleaf Whittier Written on a Flyleaf of Longfellow's Poems The Captains of the Years I watched the Captains A-riding, riding Down the years; The men of mystic grip Of soul, a-riding Between a hedge of spears. I saw their banners A-floating, floating Over all, Till each of them had passed, And Christ came riding A donkey lean and small. I watched the Captains A-turning, staring, Proud and set, At Christ a-riding there So calmly riding The Road men can't forget* QUOTABLE POEMS 301 I watched the Captains Dismounting, waiting None now led The Captains bowing low I The Caesars waiting! While Christ rode on ahead. Arthur Macdougall, Jr. The New City Have we seen her, The New City, my brothers, where she stands, The superb, supreme creation of unnumbered human hands: The complete and sweet expression of unnumbered human souls, Bound by love to work together while their love their work controls; Built by brothers for their brothers, kept by sisters for their mates, Garlanded by happy children, playing free within the gates, Brooded by such mighty mothers as are born to lift us up Till we drink in full communion of God's wondrous " loving cup " ? Clean and sightly are her pavements ringing sound beneath men's feet, Wide and ample are her forums where her citizens may meet, Fair and precious are her gardens where her youths and maidens dance In the fresh, pure air of Heaven, 'mid the flowers 7 ex- travagance. And her schools are as the ladders to the Spirit, from the Clay, 302 QUOTABLE POEMS Leading, round by round, to labor, strengthened, side by side, with play, And her teachers are her bravest, and her governors her best, For she loves the little children she has nourished at her breast. Never clangor of the trumpet, nor the hiss of bullets mad Breaks the music of her fountains, plashing seaward, flash- ing glad, For no excess and no squalor mark her fruitful, fair in- crease She has wrought life's final glory in a miracle of peace, And her citizens live justly, without gluttony or need, And he strives to serve the city who has bread enough to feed All his own, and she must labor, who would hold an honored place With the women of the city in their dignity and grace. Have ye seen her, my brothers, The New City, where each hour Is a poet's revelation, or a hero's perfect power, Or an artist's new creation, or a laborer's new strength, Where a world of aspiration clings God by the feet, at length? Have ye seen her, The New City, in her glory? Ah, not yet Gilds the sun with actual splendor chimney top and minaret, But her site is surely purchased and her pattern is de- signed, And her blessed ways are visions for all striving humankind I QUOTABLE POEMS 303 The New City, my brothers, we ourselves shall never see She will gladden children's children into holy ecstasy Let our lives be in the building! We shall lay us in the sod Happier, if our human travail builds their avenues to God! Marguerite Wilkinson A Song of the Road I lift my cap to Beauty, I lift my cap to Love; I bow before my Duty, And know that God's above! My heart through shining arches Of leaf and blossom goes; My soul, triumphant, marches Through life to life's repose. And I, through all this glory, Nor know, nor fear my fate The great things are so simple, The simple are so great! Fred G. Bowles Which Is Me? Within my earthly temple there's a crowd: There's one of us that's humble, one that's proud, There's one that's broken-hearted for his sins, And one that unrepentant sits and grins, There's one that loves his neighbor as himself, And one that cares for naught but fame and pelf. From much perplexing care I would be free If I could once determine which is Me! Author Unknown 304 QUOTABLE POEMS Prayer Hymn Lord of all pots and pans and things, since I've no time to be A Saint by doing lovely things, or watching late with Thee, Or dreaming in the dawnlight, or storming Heaven's gates, Make nie a saint by getting meals, and washing up the plates. Although I must have Martha's hands, I have a Mary mind; And when I black the boots and shoes, Thy sandals, Lord, I find. I think of how they trod the earth, what time I scrub the floor; Accept this meditation, Lord, I haven't time for more. Warm all the kitchen with Thy love, and light it with Thy peace; Forgive me all my worrying, and make all grumbling cease. Thou Who didst love to give men food, in room, or by the sea, Accept this service/that I do I do it unto Thee. M. K> H. /A Certain Rich Man " Sell all thqfu hast and give it to the poor." This was not said to all, so we are told. But to one young man loaded down with gold, Who heard Thee, and went sadly through the door. Would it were so! Of this thing I am sure: I must let go the riches that I fold Against my breast. Lord, cut them from my hold. In surgery alone can be my cure. QUOTABLE POEMS 305 Gold I have none, but what I treasure most, That is my wealth: the thing that I must give. Easier goes camel through the needle's eye Than rich man into heaven. Be riches lost To me for ever that the poor may live, Lost lest the rich man empty-handed die. Theodore Maynard City Trees The trees along our city streets Are lovely, gallant things; Their roots lie deep in blackened soil, And yet they spread their wings Of branching green or fretted twigs Beneath a sullen sky, And when the wind howls banshee-like They bow to passers-by. In Fall their leaves are bannerets Of dusty red and gold And fires dim that warm our hearts Against the coming cold. Then delicate through Winter's snow Each silhouette still makes Black filigree, with frostings rare Of silver powdered flakes. But leafed or bare, they bravely rise With healing in their wings The trees along our city streets Are lovely, gallant things. Vere Dargan 304 QUOTABLE POEMS Prayer Hymn Lord of all pots and pans and things, since I've no time to be A Saint by doing lovely things, or watching late with Thee, Or dreaming in the dawnlight, or storming Heaven's gates, Make me a saint by getting meals, and washing up the plates. Although I must have Martha's hands, I have a Mary mind; And when I black the boots and shoes, Thy sandals, Lord, I find. I think of how they trod the earth, what time I scrub the floor; Accept this meditation, Lord, I haven't time for more. Warm all the kitchen with Thy love, and light it with Thy peace; Forgive me all my worrying, and make all grumbling cease. Thou Who didst love to give men food, in room, or by the sea, Accept this service that I do I do it unto Thee. M . K. H. Certain Rich Man " Sell alL&ou hast and give it to the poor." This was not said to all, so we are told, But toi one young man loaded down with gold, Who heard Thee, and went sadly through the door. Would it were so! Of this thing I am sure: I must let go the riches that I fold Against my breast. Lord, cut them from my hold. In surgery alone can be my cure. QUOTABLE POEMS 305 Gold I have none, but what I treasure most, That is my wealth: the thing that I must give. Easier goes camel through the needle's eye Than rich man into heaven. Be riches lost To me for ever that the poor may live, Lost lest the rich man empty-handed die. Theodore Maynard City Trees The trees along our city streets Are lovely, gallant things; Their roots lie deep in blackened soil, And yet they spread their wings Of branching green or fretted twigs Beneath a sullen sky, And when the wind howls banshee-like They bow to passers-by. In Fall their leaves are bannerets Of dusty red and gold And fires dim that warm our hearts Against the coming cold. Then delicate through Winter's snow Each silhouette still makes Black filigree, with frostings rare Of silver powdered flakes. But leafed or bare, they bravely rise With healing in their wings The trees along our city streets Are lovely, gallant things. Vere Dargan 306 QUOTABLE POEMS At Carcassonne Down the valleys of Languedoc, Where the ghosts of knights and troubadours flock, Hiding by day and riding by night, When the road in the moonlight is silvery white So we journeyed on and on Up to the Cite of Carcassonne. Three score towers against the sky Like mailed fists clenched and lifted high; Tall battlements; a grim chateau; And round and round the gray walls go. A drawbridge here, a postern there, Loopholes for archers everywhere, And moat and scarp and barbicans All built in the days of high romance. Gaul and Roman, Goth and Moor Fought and wrought on this hill, and sure, If ever war was glorified By chivalry and song beside, It must have been when Charles the Great, Simon de Montfort and Louis the Saint Stormed this town or held its towers, And tournaments filled the quieter hours; Or when Bernart Alanhan of old Narbonne, As a troubadour guest of Carcassonne, Sang of the brave knights' feats of war And the beautiful ladies they did them for. Troubadours, ladies and knights are gone. No flags fly over Carcassonne Save the banners of sunset aflame in the sky As the one-armed watchman passes by. Here in the scenes of old romance, He lifts a voice for peace in France. QUOTABLE POEMS 307 He told me his story yesterday, And now he halts on his round to say: " How noble this business of fighting appears Through the mist and haze of a thousand years. Still they call it right against wrong, And deck it with banners and bugles and song. But this I pray God and Our Lady for In my children's time may there be no war." Winfred Ernest Garrison A Country Church I think God seeks this house, serenely white, Upon this hushed, elm-bordered street, as one With many mansions seeks, in calm delight, A boyhood cottage intimate with sun. I think God feels Himself the Owner here, Not just rich Host to some self-seeking throng, But Friend of village folk who want Him near And offer Him simplicity and song. No stained-glass windows hide the world from view, And it is well. The world is lovely there, Beyond clear panes, where branch-scrolled skies look through, And fields and hills, in morning hours of prayer. God spent His youth with field and hill and tree, And Christ grew up in rural Galilee. Violet Alleyn Storey 308 QUOTABLE POEMS The Song of the Dial The Dial faced the summer sun, The garden blossomed all around; If happiness could bless a scene I felt that here was holy ground; Afar I heard the chime of bells, And caught a glimpse of gleaming towers, And all the while the Dial sang, Until the dell with echoes rang, " I only count the shining hours." And as the years go fleeting by, And locks of brown are flecked with grey, And shadows loom across the rim Of what was once a perfect day, There swings a cadence through my brain, A cadence born of sun and flowers, When all the dell enchanted rang With that dear song the Dial sang: " I only count the shining hours." Peter Airey Star of Bethlehem Star that led the Wise Men from the East, Shine on our revels sanctify our feast! They sought the Prince of Peace: we seek Him, too: But not with myrrh and frankincense with rue, The Flower of Repentance, meet for those Who saw the Light and yet the Darkness chose. Though sometimes it may wax and sometimes wane, Yet beams that Star yet beckons us again; QUOTABLE POEMS 309 Eternal challenge to the mystic Quest For Peace, which, till he find, man may not rest. And it shall shine until its task be done, With all men Brothers, and all nations One. Shine on our revels sanctify our feast, Star that led the Wise Men from the East I Florence Van Cleve Today We shall do so much in years to come, But what have we done today? We shall give our gold in a princely sum, But what did we give today? We shall lift the heart and dry the tear; We shall plant a hope in the place of fear; We shall speak the words of love and cheer, But what did we speak today? We shall be so kind in the afterwhile, But what have we been today? We shall bring to each lonely life a smile, But what have we brought today? Add to steadfast faith a deeper worth; We shall give to truth a grander birth; We shall feed the hungering souls of earth, But whom have we fed today? We shall reap such joys in the by and by, But what have we sown today? We shall build us mansions in the sky, But what have we built today? 310 QUOTABLE POEMS Tis sweet in idle dreams to bask; But, here and now do we do our task? Yes, this is the thing our souls must ask, " What have we done today? " Nixon Waterman The Words of the Gods Ever the words of the gods resound; But the porches of man's ear Seldom in this low life's round Are unsealed, that he may hear. Wandering voices in the air And murmurs in the wold Speak what I cannot declare, Yet cannot all withhold. But the meanings cleave to the lake, Cannot be carried in book or urn; Go thy ways now, come later back, On waves and hedges still they burn. Ralph Waldo Emerson From " My Garden " New Dreams for Old God, who through ages past Guided our human way Out from the realms of night Into the fair today, No gift wilt Thou withhold Give us new dreams for old. QUOTABLE POEMS 311 All nations claim Thy name, Yet were they born of hate; Kill! was their ancient cry: Good will has come, though late. Now that war's tale is told, Give us new dreams for old. Where battles once raged sore Lo! Spring is in the air. O'er all the lands of earth Hope rears her castles fair. These days the bards foretold Give us new dreams for old. All men shall brothers be Throughout the earth. Love's kingdom dawns at last, Joy comes at last to birth. Faith sees an age of gold Give us new dreams for old! Thomas Curtis Clark Life Is a Narrow Vale Life is a narrow vale between the cold And barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights, We cry aloud; the only answer. Is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead There comes no word; but in the night of death Hope sees a star, and listening love can hear The rustle of a wing. 312 QUOTABLE POEMS These myths were born of hopes, and fears and tears, And smiles; and they were touched and colored By all there is of joy and grief between The rosy dawn of birth and death's sad night; They clothed even the stars with passion, And gave to gods the faults and frailties Of the sons of men. In them the winds And waves were music, and all the lakes and streams, Springs, mountains, woods, and perfumed dells, Were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. Robert G. Ingersoll [From an address delivered after the death of his brother] The Way, the Truth, and the Life thou great Friend to all the sons of men, Who once appear'dst in humblest guise below, Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain, To call Thy brethren forth from want and woe! Thee would I sing. Thy truth is still the light Which guides the nations groping on their way, Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. Yes, Thou art still the life; Thou art the way The holiest know light, life, and way of heaven; And they who dearest hope and deepest pray Toil by the truth, life, way that Thou hast given; And in Thy name aspiring mortals trust To uplift their bleeding brothers rescued from the dust. Theodore Parker QUOTABLE POEMS 313 House-Weary I'm going out! I'm tired of tables, chairs; I'm tired of walls that hedge me all about; I'm tired of rooms and ceilings, carpets, stairs, And so I'm going out! Somehow or other what I need today Are skies, and birds that carol, winds that shout! I want Dame Nature's friendship. Thus I say, " Good-bye I'm going out! " It's just house-tiredness. Trivial humdrum strain! Monotony! But when I've climbed the hill, My heart, refreshed, will laugh and sing again, Dear home! I'll love it still! Ian Drag The Fugitives We are they that go, that go, Plunging before the hidden blow. We run the byways of the earth, For we are fugitive from birth, Blindfolded, with wide hands abroad That sow, that sow the sullen sod. We cannot wait, we cannot stop For flushing field or quickened crop; The orange bow of dusky dawn Glimmers our smoking swath upon; Blindfolded still we hurry on. 314 QUOTABLE POEMS How do we know the ways we run That are blindfolded from the sun? We stagger swiftly to the call, Our wide hands feeling for the wall Oh, ye who climb to some clear heaven, By grace of day and leisure given, Pity us, fugitive and driven The lithe whip curling on our track, The headlong haste that looks not back! Florence Wilkinson New Year's Thoughts Let us walk softly, friends; For strange paths lie before us all untrod, The New Year, spotless from the hand of God, Is thine and mine, friend. Let us walk straightly, friend; Forget the crooked paths behind us now, Press on with steadier purpose on our brow, To better deeds, friend. Let us walk gladly, friend; Perchance some greater good than we have known Is waiting for us, or some fair hope flown Shall yet return, friend. Let us walk humbly, friend; Slight not the heart ? s-ease blooming round our feet; The laurel blossoms are not half so sweet, Or lightly gathered, friend. QUOTABLE POEMS 315 Let us walk kindly, friend; We cannot tell how long this life shall last, How soon these precious years be overpast; Let Love walk with us, friend. Let us walk quickly, friend; Work with our might while lasts our little stay, And help some halting comrade on the way; And may God guide us, friend. Lillian Gray The Making of the Soul of Man I am grown haggard and forlorn, from dreams That haunt me, of the time that is to be, When man shall cease from wantonness and strife, And lay his law upon the course of things. Then shall he live no more on sufferance, An accident, the prey of powers blind; The untamed giants of nature shall bow down The tides, the tempest and the lightning cease From mockery and destruction, and be turned Unto the making of the soul of man. Upton Sinclair Witness of God If sometimes I must hear good men debate Of other witness of Thyself than Thou, As if there needed any help of ours To nurse Thy flickering life, that else must cease, Blown out, as 'twere a candle, by men's breath, My soul shall not be taken in their snare, To change her inward surety for their doubt 316 QUOTABLE POEMS Muffled from sight in formal robes of proof: While she can only feel herself through Thee, I fear not Thy withdrawal; more I fear, Seeing, to know Thee not, hoodwinked with dreams Of signs and wonders, while, unnoticed, Thou, Walking Thy garden still, commun'st with men, Missed in the commonplace of miracle. James Russell Lowell From "The Cathedral" In the Carpenter Shop I wish I had been His apprentice, To see Him each morning at seven, As he tossed His gray tunic about Him, The Master of earth and of heaven; When He lifted the lid of His work chest And opened His carpenter's kit, And looked at His chisels and augers, And took the bright tools out of it; When He gazed at the rising sun tinting The dew on the opening flowers, And He smiled at the thought of His Father Whose love floods this fair world of ours; When he fastened the apron about Him, And put on His working man's cap, And grasped the smooth haft of His hammer To give the bent woodwork a tap, Saying, " Lad, let us finish this ox yoke, The farmer must finish his crop," Oh, I wish I had been His apprentice And worked in the Nazareth shop. Author Unknown QUOTABLE POEMS 317 Devotions I almost never say my prayers, With smoothly folded eyes So many prayers go blundering Each day to paradise. I'd think that God would tire so Of prayers all neat and trim, When rows and rows of them each day March stiffly up to Him. I wait until some cool, fresh dawn When He goes down our walk, And then I run and slip my hand Within His hand and talk. Ellinor L. Norcross The Little Stones of Arlington Remembering a First Sight of the Arlington National Cemetery I saw them shining in the sun, The little stones of Arlington; The endless rows of snowy stones, As cold as death, as white as bones. My eyes went counting, and I said: " Here lies a world of early dead; A buried world of light and love. And who shall count the cost thereof? " 318 QUOTABLE POEMS I saw strange shapes that seemed to pass Like ghosts upon the early grass, Like spectres marching, one by one, The little stones of Arlington. I heard a fife; I heard a drum. I heard a bugle calling " Come! " A thousand thousand soundless feet Went tramping down a ghostly street, A thousand thousand restless heads Were lifted from their earthy beds; And blood flowed out; I saw it run Upon the stones of Arlington. A thousand thousand tortured eyes Looked up unto the silent skies; And to my ears there came a sound Of voices from the silent ground. " It is not meet that men should die With fire and sword," the dead men cry. " The bitter price is paid in vain. Peace is not bought with dead men slain." I heard the words like clanging bells, I saw the battles and the hells, The rainy roads, the darkened sun. I saw the stones of Arlington. Tomorrow bits of silk will wave Above the grass on every grave, And blossoms plucked and borne with love. And who shall count the cost thereof? QUOTABLE POEMS 319 It is enough. Let men no more Spill blood of men on any shore; Nor smoke of battle cloud the sun; And no more stones in Arlington. Barbara Young Sorrow When fell Thy dreadful shadow and it seemed That all was blackness, yet the silver gleamed Beyond the clouds; and, in the vanished years That once were darkened with remembered tears, I know these came to me at Thy commanding Kindness and Love and Understanding. Reginald C. Eva Profit and Loss Profit? Loss? Who shall declare this good that ill? When good and ill so intertwine But to fulfill the vast design Of an Omniscient Will? When seeming gain but turns to loss When earthly treasure proves but dross And what seemed loss but turns again To high, eternal gain? Wisest the man who does his best, And leaves the rest To Him who counts not deeds. alone, But sees the root, the flower, the fruit, And calls them one. John Oxenham 320 QUOTABLE POEMS The Flight of Youth There are gains for all our losses. There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger, and are better, Under manhood's sterner reign: Still we feel that something sweet Followed youth, with flying feet, And will never come again. Something beautiful is vanished, And we sigh for it in vain; We behold it everywhere, On the earth, and in the air, But it never comes again! Richard Henry Stoddard How Do I Love Thee How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs; and with my childhood's faith. QUOTABLE POEMS 321 I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning From Paracelsus Progress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet. Nor shall I deem his object served, his end Attained, his genuine strength put fairly forth, While only here and there a star dispels The darkness, here and there a towering mind O'erlooks its prostrate fellows: when the host Is out at once to the despair of night, When all mankind alike is perfected, Equal in full-blown powers then, not till then, I say, begins man's general infancy. For wherefore make account of feverish starts Of restless members of a dormant whole, Impatient nerves which quiver while the body Slumbers as in a grave? Oh, long ago The brow was twitched, the tremulous lids astir, The peaceful mouth disturbed; half -uttered speech Ruffled the lip, and then the teeth were set, The breath drawn sharp, the strong right hand clenched stronger, As it would pluck a lion by the jaw; The glorious creature laughed out, even in sleep! But when full roused, each giant-limb awake, Each sinew strung, the great heart pulsing fast, He shall start up and stand on his own earth, Then shall his long triumphant march begin, 322 QUOTABLE POEMS Thence shall his being date thus wholly roused, What he achieves shall be set down to him. When all the race is perfected alike As man, that is; all tended to mankind, And, man produced, all has its end thus far; But in completed man begins anew A tendency to God. Prognostics told Man's near approach; so in man's self arise August anticipations, symbols, types Of a dim splendor ever on before In that eternal circle life pursues. For men begin to pass their nature's bound, And find new hopes and cares which fast supplant Their proper joys and griefs; they grow too great For narrow creeds of right and wrong, which fade Before the unmeasured thirst for good; while peace Rises within them ever more and more. Such men are even now upon the earth, Serene amid the half-formed creatures round Who should be saved by them and joined with them. Robert Browning Soul Growth Rebellious heart, in the grip of fate, Have patience, waitl Calm you and hark to the great wind's blowing, Bearing winged seed to your hands for the sowing. Drive deep the plow of sorrow and pain, Turn up rich soil for the golden grain, Spare not the tears: they are needed as rain; Too long, too long has the field lain fallow, Now well prepared and no longer shallow. Please God, a soul is growing! Annerika Fries QUOTABLE POEMS 323 Memorial Day Strew the fair garlands where slumber the dead, Ring out the strains like the swell of the sea; Heart-felt the tribute we lay on each bed: Sound o'er the brave the refrain of the free, Sound the refrain of the loyal and free, Visit each sleeper and hallow each bed: Waves the starred banner from seacoast to sea; Grateful the living and honored the dead. Samuel F. Smith Life Life, believe, is not a dream, So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day: Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, Oh, why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily, Enjoy them as they fly. What though Death at times steps in, And calls our Best away? What though Sorrow seems to win, O'er Hope a heavy sway? Yet Hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. 324 QUOTABLE POEMS Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair! Charlotte Bronte De Massa ob de SheepfoP De massa ob de sheepfoP Dat guards de sheepfoP bin Look out in de gloomerin 7 meadows, Wha'r de long night rain begin So he call to de hirelin' shepa'd, " Is my sheep, is dey all come in? " Oh den, says de hirelin 7 shepa'd: " Dey's some, dey's black and thin, And some, dey's po' oP wedda's; But de res 7 , dey's all brung in." Den de massa ob de sheepfoP, Dat guards de sheepfoP bin, Goes down in de gloomerin 7 meadows, Wha'r de long night rain begin So he le' down de'ba's ob de sheepfoP, Callin ? sof ', " Come in. Come in." Callin' sof, " Come in. Come in." Den up t'ro' de gloomerin 7 meadows, T'ro 7 de coP night rain and win", And up t'ro' de gloomerin' rain-paf , Wha'r de sleet fa' pie'cin' thin, De po' los ? sheep ob de sheepfoP, Dey all comes gadderin 7 in. De po' los 7 sheep ob de sheepfoP, Dey all comes gadderin' in, Sarah McClain Greene INDEX OF SUBJECTS ADVENTURE I Tramp a Perpetual Journey, Whitman, 42 Song of the Open Road, Whit- man, 5 The Best Road of All, Towne, 66 The Sea Gypsy, Hovey, 286 Ulysses (extract) , Tennyson, 54 AGE Age Is Opportunity, Longfel- low, 158 As I Grow Old, Author Un- known, 240 Growing Old, Baker, 206 Invincible, Rockett, 55 Life's Evening, Cowley, 37 Life's Evening, Foulke, 211 The Angel-Thief, Holmes, 292 The Flight of Youth, Stod- dard, 320 We Are Never Old, Emerson, 266 AMBITION He Who Ascends to Mountain- Tops, Byron, 259 ARMISTICE DAY, See also PEACE, BROTHERHOOD and THE NEW DAY Old Earthworks, Sweeney , 210 The Final Armistice, Cowgill, 126 The Kings Are Passing Death- ward, Morton, 15 The Torch, Dale, 126 ASPIRATION A Prayer for Today, Pace, 93 Ascent, Blanden, 240 325 Desire, Sharp, 236 Dirt and Deity, Ginsberg, 193 Far Distances, Clark, 199 My House Has Windows, Maz- quida, 179 The Anodyne, Cleghorn, 287 The Cry of the Age, Garland, 278 The Thing We Long For, Lowell, 234 This Is Thy Hour, O Soul, Whitman, 204 BEAUTY, See also NATURE A Song of the Road, Bowles, 303 Barter, Teasdale, 60 My Neighbor's Roses, Cruder, 204 Prayer, Schroy, 193 Sic Vita, Braithwaite, 150 BELIEF, See also FAITH, CON- FIDENCE, GOD and JESUS CHRIST Credo, Robinson, 223 Credo, Symonds, 238 Creeds, Partridge, 214 BROTHERHOOD, See also ARMI- STICE DAY, PEACE, PATRIOT- ISM, THE NEW DAY and SYMPATHY Humanity, Dixon, 92 -Kinship, Terry, 106 My Country, Whitaker, 271 O Heart, Rowntree, 127 Slaves, Lowell, 88 Tear Down the Walls, Mason, 125 The Creedless Love, Foss, 29 326 INDEX OF SUBJECTS The Fellowship, Bates, 233 The Humanitarian, Morgan, 128 The Seekers, Auryansen, 222 The Temple, Tennyson, 290 The War at Home, Wattles, 127 The White Christs, Phelps, 56 The World Is One, White, 84 Thy Kingdom Come! Wattles, H What Shall Endure? Hartwich, 254 When One Knows Thee, 2V gore, 149 BUILDING Builders, Ruskin, 102 Building a Temple, Author Unknown, 167 The Bridge-Builder, Drom- goole, 157 We Shall Build Onl Kennedy, 182 BURDENS, See also PATIENCE The Burden, Hearn, 291 CALVARY, See also EASTER and THE CROSS Good Friday, Turner, 298 Remembering Calvary, Young, 200 Strength, Murton, 269 CHARACTER, See also BUHDING A Piece of Clay, Author Un- known, 215 CHILDREN A Prayer for Teachers, Emitio, 175 The Child's Appeal, Cole, 161 CHRISTMAS Bethlehem, Farrington, 178 Christmas Today, Scruggs, 204 December Twenty-Fourth, Sla- ter, 210 Evaluation, Lennen, 172 Star of Bethlehem, Van Cleve, 308 CHURCH A Country Church, Storey, 307 Dedication, Tilden, 286 New Temples, Robertson, 241 CITY OF GOD The Life to Come, Shillito, 275 Till We Have Built Jerusalem, Blake, 281 COMMON THINGS, THE Commonplaces, Coolidge, 179 For Martha's Kitchen, Inch- fawn, 161 God Give Me Joy, Clark, 248 Prayer Hymn, M. K, H. t 304 CONFIDENCE, See also FAITH Attainment, Wilcox, 239 Build a Fence of Trust, Butts, 276 Faith, Meyer, 194 Sealed Orders, Burton, 4 The Place of Peace, Markham, 45 When I Heard the Learn'd As- tronomer, Whitman, 154 CONTENT, See also HAPPINESS and JOY Diogenes, Eastman, 252 Goshen, Frank, 98 The Prayer Perfect, Riky, 147 Who Loves the Rain, Shaw, 244 COURAGE, See also PATIENCE, CONFIDENCE and FAXTH Do You Fear the Wind? (7ar- land, 89 If This Were Enough, Steven- $on t 17 INDEX OF SUBJECTS 327 Life, Bronte, 323 Prayer, Untermeyer, 2 Rules for the Road, Markham, 55 Sonnet, Mitchell, 78 The Happy Warrior, Words- worth, 62 Three Things, Gunderson, 118 CROSS, THE, See also CALVARY, EASTER and JESUS CHRIST Ave Crux, Spes Unica! Shil- lito, 102 Golgotha's Cross, Kresensky, 198 Somewhere, Cochrane, 195 The Cross, Watte, 217 DAILY LIVING, See also LIFE, DUTY and DEEDS Greatly Begin! Lowell, 167 Recompense, M or eland, 212 Resolve, Oilman, 246 Today, Author Unknown, 209 DEATH, See also IMMORTALITY A Little Work, du Maurier, 101 At Last, Whittier, 275 Auf Wiedersehen, Longfellow, 184 Death, Babcock, 173 Death at Daybreak, Aldrich, 205 Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, Gray, 27 Fidele, Shakespeare, 262 Hour of Death, Hemans, 197 I Accept, Pulsifer, 260 Leaf After Leaf Drops Off, Landor, 233 Life Is a Narrow Vale, In- gersoll, 311 O That Twere Possible, Ten- nyson, 143 Remember, Rossetti, 189 Songs in Absence, Clough, 65 Thanatopsis (extract), Bryant, 19 The Rubaiyat of Omar Khay- yam (extract) , Fitzgerald, 131 The Silent Voices, Tennyson, 57 The Stirrup-Cup, Lanier, 35 The Undiscovered Country, Shakespeare, 211 Under the Harvest Moon, Sandburg, 29 Various the Roads of Life, Landor, 195 When I Go Home, Lee, 201 DEEDS, See also DAILY LIVING and DUTY The Aim of Life, Bailey, 215 The Greatest Work, Author Unknown, 277 DEFEAT, See also VICTORY Failures, Vpson, 16 For Those Who Fail, Miller, 3 lo Victis, Story, 14 The Proud, Frost, 115 The Song of the Unsuccessful, Burton, 113 They Went Forth to Battle, but They Always Fell, O'Sheel, i DISCONTENT Apprehension, Fraser, 157 DOUBT Adios, Miller, 243 Ah, Love, Let Us Be True, Arnold, 170 Coral Islands, Ginsberg, 147 DREAMS AND DREAMERS " A Faithless Generation Asked a Sign," Haley, 249 Dream-Pedlary, Beddoes, 224 328 INDEX OF SUBJECTS Dreamers of Dreams, Carruth, 58 Only the Dream Is Real, Scruggs, 85 Thank God for Fools'. Author Unknown, 130 To Young Dreamers, Trent, 2S7 We Are the Music-Makers, O'Shaughnessy, n DUTY, See also DEEDS and DAILY LIVING Duty Our Ladder, Leighton, 198 Quatrain, Emerson, 214 Vitae Lampada, Newbolt, 264 We Cannot Kindle, Arnold, 17$ EASTER, See also IMMORTALITY, CALVARY and JESUS CHRIST EVOLUTION Earth's Story, Clark, 231 EXPERIENCE, See also LIFE and ADVENTURE Experience, Tennyson, 225 Sound, Sound the Clarion, Scott, 205 FAITH, See also CONFIDENCE and HOPE A Question, Forsyth, 170 Faith, Maynard, 81 Faith, Wttcox, 107 Faith and Science, Clark, 226 I Would Not Always Reason, Bryant, 86 Talk Faith, Wticox, 226 The Question Whither, Mere- dith, 20 The Rivals, Whitaker, 145 The Tide of Faith, Eliot, $3 The Watchers of the Sky (ex- tract), Noyes, 171 FAITHFULNESS I Would Be Great, Me- Cracken, 101 FORTUNE Fortune, Shakespeare, 108 FREEDOM, See also PATRIOTISM and THE NEW DAY Pass On the Torch, Cross, 51 FRIENDSHIP, See also SYMPATHY and SERVICE Friends and Enemies, Emer- son, 180 Friends Old and New, Author Unknown, 212 Gone, Coleridge, 213 Mizpah, Baker, in The Face of a Friend, van Dyke, 25 The Feast, Cunningham, 128 The Music of a Friend, Le~ doux, xix Stone Walls Do Not a Prison Make, Lovelace, 242 GARDENS, See also NATURE and BEAUTY A Garden Prayer, Walsh, 242 Where Is Heaven? Carman, 34 GUTS Gifts, Comstock, 105 Grace for Grace, Pearse, 114 Heaven in My Hand, Kresen- sky, 245 GOD, See also PROVIDENCE Altruism, Jordan, 38 Beyond Electrons, Love, 73 Changeless, Divall, 203 Discovery, Kresensky, 266 Eternal Good, Whitaker, 258 God, Emerson, 142 God Behind All, Browning, 203 God Is Here, Aaron, 41 INDEX OF SUBJECTS 329 In the Vastness, a God, Author Unknown, 151 That Which Made Us, Tenny- son f 281 The All-Seeing Gods, Long- fellow, 190 The Anvil of God's Mercy, Wood, 200 The Back of God, Perkins, 267 The Heart's Proof, Buckham, 226 The Indwelling God, Hosmer, 257 The King, Butts, 219 The Seeker After God, Kemp, 45 The Voice of God, Newman, 223 Where is God? Savage, n GRATITUDE, See also THANKS- GIVING and CONTENT Because of Thy Great Bounty, Crowell, 235 GREED, See also MATERIALISM and INHUMANITY Death in Life, Author Un- known, 283 Gold, Hood, 271 GUIDANCE, See also PROVIDENCE Prayer for Miracle, Wickham, 99 HAPPINESS, See also JOY and CONTENT Thanks for Laughter, Prayers for an Indian College, 189 The Song of the Dial, Airey, 308 The White Peace, Macleod, 127 HEROISM, See also COURAGE and FAITH Heroism, Emerson, 139 Thank God for Fools, Author Unknown, 130 The Hero, Bierce, 169 HOME House- Weary, Drag, 313 My Little House, Byron, 131 Prayer for a Little Home, Au- thor Unknown, 57 HOPE, See also FAITH and CON- FIDENCE Expect, Merrill, 86 In This Earth, Perfection, Whitman, 244 The Goal, Browning, 258 Three Words of Strength, Schiller, 58 Work Without Hope, Cole- ridge, 218 HUMILITY Honors, Ingelow, 176 Oh, Why Should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud? Knox, 294 Simon and Judas, Porter, 106 The Newer Vainglory, Ros~ setti, 44 The Shepherd Boy Sings, Bunyan, 191 Your Place, Oxenham, 177 IMMORTALITY, See also DEATH At Last, Wkitticr, 275 Beyond the Horizon, Freeman, 293 Beyond This, the Infinite, Browning f 145 Chiaroscuro, Thompson, 91 Consummation, White, 25 Deathless, Whitman, n Forever, O'Reilly, 137 I Accept, Pvlsifer, 260 Immortality, Johnson, 72 Knowledge, Clark, 116 Legacies, Wetherald, 59 330 INDEX OF SUBJECTS Life Is Ever Lord of Death, Whittier, fi Life Shall Live For Evermore, Tennyson, 91 Ode on Intimations of Immor- tality (extract), Words- worth, $2 Our Dead, Markham, 150 Prayer in April, Hay, 69 Release, Paxton, 259 Reunited, Parker, 245 Song of the Silent Land, Long- fellow, 251 The Chariot, Dickinson, 173 The Goal, Browning, 258 The Life to Come, ShUHto, 275 The One Remains, Keats, 116 The Question Whither, Mere- dith, 20 The Secret, Moreland, 107 The Undying Soul, Whittier, 300 Vastness, Tennyson, 194 Wages, Tennyson, no We Shall Attain, Kenyon, 67 What of the Darkness? Le Gallienne f 76 INFLUENCE A Narrow Window, Coates, 230 Because of You, Cestrian, 235 Making Life Worth While, Eliot, 239 Not in Solitude, Myers, 236 The Arrow and the Song, Longfellow, 187 The Splendor Falls, Tennyson, 264 There Was a Child Went Forth, Whitman, 252 Words, Author Unknown, 230 INGRATITUDE Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, Shakespeare, 268 INHUMANITY In Prison, Wilde, 267 Incident, Cutten, 273 King Cotton, Money, 274 Men Have Forged, Sigmund, 280 The Fugitives, Wilkinson, 313 The Women Toilers, Evans, 279 JESUS CHRIST A Knight of Bethlehem, Maughan, 252 As the Sculptor, Kagawa, 263 Comrade Christ, Bright, 237 De Massa ob de Shcepfol', Greene, 324 Good Friday, Turner, 298 If Jesus Came Back Today, Bums, 37 "In No Strange Land," Thompson , 13 In the Carpenter Shop, Au- thor Unknown, 316 Integrity, Stidger, 225 Joses, the Brother of Jesus, Kemp, 5 Nicodemus, Kemp, 79 Strength, Murtcn, 269 The Captains of the Years, Macdougall, 300 The Law of Love, Oscenham, 54 The Lost Christ, Clark, 32 The Man of Sorrows, Author Unknown, 250 The Master of My Boat, Richards, 87 The Shadow of the Loom, Miller, 192 INDEX OF SUBJECTS 331 The Way, the Truth and the Life, Parker, 312 Via Lucis, Robbins, 130 Villanelle, Sullivan, 164 JOY, See also HAPPINESS and CONTENT Joy and Sorrow, De Vere, 23 Peace and Joy, Kennedy, in Unquestioning, Blake, 255 KINDNESS A Morning Prayer, Wilcox, 18 Beauty, Sinclair, 49 Count That Day Lost, Eliot, 19 Give Me a Gentle Heart, Thomas, 296 Nobility, Gary, 247 What Is Good? O'Reilly, 89 LABOR Glory to Them, Scruggs, 11$ God-Appointed Work, Inge- low, 136 Prayer of the Unemployed, Kresensky, 253 LIFE, See also DAILY LIVING, DEEDS and DUTY Days, Baker, 244 Days, Stone, 116 Death in Life, Author Un- known, 283 Four Things to Do, van Dyke, 61 Human Life, Mallock, 207 If This Is AH, Asbury, *97 It Is Not Growing Like a Tree, Jonson, 237 Life, Bonar, 208 Life, Bronte, 323 Life, Browning, 180 Life, Vories, 90 Life Is a Narrow Vale, Inget~ soil, 311 Life Owes Me Nothing, Au- thor Unknown, 16 Life's Finest Things, Burgess, 75 My Spirit Will Grow Up, Henderson, 227 Patchwork, Scollard, 172 She Is Wise, Our Ancient Mother, Baker, 207 Ships That Pass in the Night, Longfellow, 96 Song, Blanden, 202 The Aim of Life, B alley, 215 The Life of Man, Thayer, 231 The Miser, Everett, 52 The Seven Ages of Man, Shakespeare, 42 Three Steps, Bates, 60 Time, Schiller, 215 LINCOLN Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight, Lindsay, 9 At the Lincoln Memorial, Brooks, 148 The Man from Sangamon, at Gettysburg, Young, 287 Young Lincoln, Markham, 369 LOVE A Death in the Desert (ex- tract), Browning, i$6 All in All, Tabb, 213 And the Greatness of These , Perkins, 155 Deserts, Hamilton, 195 Food, Tobias, 177 Horizons, Scollard, 284 How Do I Love Thee, Brown~ ing, 320 If Love Be Ours, Tennyson, 11 Live and Love, Browning, 113 Love, Shakespeare, 228 Love, Thoreau, 74 332 INDEX OF SUBJECTS Love and Life, Garrison, 278 Love and Life, Timrod, 209 Love Comes, Crosby, 125 Love Over All, From an Eng- lish Sun Dial, 30 Love Suffereth Long, Hay, 97 Love's Strength, King, 251 Persuasion, Wordsworth, 162 Prometheus Unbound (ex- tract), Shelley, 289 Sonnet, Ficke, 139 The Forgotten Countersign, Robinson, 82 The Heart Is a Strange Thing, Hopkins, 99 The Judgment, Bates, 6 The Law of Love, Oxenham, 254 The Pathway to Paradise, Davis, 77 The Survivor, Knowles, 46 The Teachers, Pilcher, 190 The Vision, Braithwaite, 140 True Love, Lowell, 148 Ye Who Taste That Love Is Sweet, Rossetti, 156 LOYALTY In After Days, Dob son, 192 Loyalties, Cutter, 41 The Traitor, Lowell, 215 Thou Must Be True, Bonar, 146 MAN, See also HUMANITY and BROTHERHOOD Bring Me Men, Foss, 22 From Old to New, Browning, 241 Humanity, Dixon, 92 In Men Whom Men Con- demn, Miller, 228 Man, Shakespeare, 22 Man Is His Own Star, Fletcher, 202 Paracelsus (extract), Brown- ing, 321 The Making of the Soul of Man, Sinclair, 315 This Is the Making of Man, Leonard, 228 Which Is Me? Author Un- known, 303 MATERIALISM, See also WORLD- LINESS Civilization, Coblentz, 229 Dreams, Raskin, 299 The Ways of the Gods, Co- blentz, 170 MEMORIAL DAY, See also ARMI- STICE DAY Carry On, Clark, 285 How Shall We Honor Them? Scruggs, 218 In Flanders Fields, McCrae, 4 Memorial Day, Brooks, 292 Memorial Day, Smith, 323 Mothers of Men, Burr, 36 MEMORY Memories, Towne, 297 MIRACLES A Miracle, Klingle, 162 Miracles, Whitman, 80 MISSIONS Foreign Missions in Battle Ar- ray, Lindsay, 95 MOTHERS A Mother Understands, Ken- nedy, 144 Mothers of Men, Burr, 36 The Greatest Battle That Ever Was Fought, Miller, 129 NATURE, See also GOD, BEATTTY and TREES A Leaf of Grass, Whitman, 31 A Strip of Blue, Larcom, 246 Among the Ferns, Carpenter, 43 INDEX OF SUBJECTS 333 Autumn Leaves, Hopkins, i$i Discovery, Partnenter, 285 God Hide the Whole World in Thy Heart, Emerson, 254 God's Book, Kramer, 243 House-Weary, Drag, 3*3 In the Woods, Emerson, 12 Let All the Earth Keep Si- lence, Adee, 255 Life's Finest Things, Burgess, 75 Memory, Aldrich, S 1 Miracle, Bailey, 9 2 Miracles, Whitman, So Mountain Air, Galsworthy, 7 Nature and Religion, Foss, 47 Nature's Sorrow Cure, Co- blentz, 202 Out in the Fields With God, Browning, 178 Prayer in April, J5T^, 69 Riches, Loveman, 85 Rhythm, Emerson, 256 Spring, Maddock, 241 Sunrise, Browning, 26 The Poem I Should Like to Write, Wfades, 75 The Silent Places, Hildreth, 138 The Splendor Falls, Tennyson, 264 The Vision of Sir Launfal (ex- tract), Lowell, 39 The Words of the Gods, Emerson, 3 IC _ . Whence Cometh My Help, Montgomery, iS9 NEW DAY, THE, See also AR- MISTICE DAY and BROTHER- HOOD Children of Tomorrow, Cafe, 188 Our Country, Strong, 282 Song of the New World, JW or- gan, 220 The City's Crown, Foulke, 171 The Ideal City, Gladden, 8 The New City, Wilkinson, 301 The Spring of God, Percy, 39 The Temple, Tennyson, 290 Till We Have Built Jerusalem, Blake, 281 To Whom Shall the World Henceforth Belong? Oxen- ham, 21 We Are the Music-Makers, O'Shaughnessy, n NEW YEAR'S A New Year, Dames, 79 A Prayer for the New Year, Armitage, 34 New Year's Thoughts, Gray, 3i4 NOBILITY Be Noble, Lowell, 223 OPPORTUNITY In His Sight, Baker, 230 One Thing, Meredith, 184 Opportunity, Markham, 2 The Lost Key, Leonard, 135 Three Things Come Not Back, from the Arabic, 65 Today, Davis, 141 Too Late, Tennyson, 165 Use Well the Moment, Goethe, 72 Yesterday, Crane, 166 PATIENCE At the Place of the Sea, Flint, 273 Patience, Kennedy, 30 Soul Growth, Fries, 322 Two Trails, Wilcox, 166 PATRIOTISM, See also INDEPEND- ENCE DAY and BROTHER- HOOD 334 INDEX OF SUBJECTS Our Country, Strong, 282 To My Countrymen, John- son, 26 What Makes a Nation Great? Blackburn, 68 PEACE, See also ARMISTICE DAY, and BROTHERHOOD At Carcassonne, Garrison, 306 Carry On, Clark, 285 Let Us Have Peace, Turner, 123 The Flag of Peace, Oilman, 276 New Dreams for Old, Clark, 310 PRAYER Be Merciful, McFarland, 94 Blessed, Author Unknown, 220 Choice, Elliott, 46 Devotions, Norcross, 317 Gilead, Clapp, 155 God Hears Prayer, Fuller, 69 Orisons, Poteat, 138 The Prayer Perfect, Riley, 147 The Right Use of Prayer, De Vere, 184 The Sentinel, Author Un- known, 232 Two Prayers, Oilman, 95 PROVIDENCE, See also GOD At the Place of the Sea, Flint, 273 Eternal Good, Whittier, 258 Fulfillment, Newton, 188 On Life's Way, Deems, 240 Our Father's Door, Holmes, 214 Profit and Loss, Oxenham, 319 The Builders, van Dyke, 143 The Eternal Goodness, Whit- tier, 144 The Master of My Boat, Richards, 87 The Overheart, Emerson, 109 Whichever Way the Wind Doth Blow, Mason, 52 PURITY The Pure Heart, Tennyson, 137 RELIGION, See also BELIEF and FAITH Nature and Religion, Foss, 47 RESIGNATION My Prayer, Pearse, 206 REST For Sleep When Overtired, Cleghorn, 209 Rest Where You Are, Cleaves, 154 The Hills of Rest, Paine, 160 True Rest, Goethe, 167 REVELATION, See also NATURE and GOD Each and All, Emerson, 103 Eternity in an Hour, Blake, 165 In the Garden of the Lord, Keller, 197 Our Known Unknown, Brown- ing, 33 Sunsets, Davis, 234 The Revelation, Manchester, 208 The Words of the Gods, Em- erson, 310 Witness of God, Lowell, 315 RICHES, See also GREED, MA- TERIALISM A Certain Rich Man, May- nard, 304 Riches, Loveman, 8$ SACRIFICE A Man Must Live, Author Unknown, 18$ The Way of Sacrifice, Arnold, 117 INDEX OF SUBJECTS 335 Unto Each His Handiwork, Swinburne, 242 SAINTS Nameless Saints, Taylor, 97 SCIENCE Faith and Science, Clark, 226 The Patient Scientists, Woods, 163 SELFISHNESS, See also INHUMAN- ITY, INJUSTICE and GREED Refusal, Kresensky, 283 SERVICE, See also SYMPATHY, KINDNESS and BROTHER- HOOD A Prayer, Burkholder, 180 Because of Thy Great Bounty, Crowell, 235 Eucharist, Root, 64 Look Up, Hale, 160 My Church, Author Unknown, 224 Perfection, Fargo, 213 Prayer, Jackson, 98 The Greatest Work, Author Unknown, 277 The Will to Serve, Gilder, 201 Today, O Lord, Babcock, 33 Two at a Fireside, Markham, 207 SILENCE Quiet Things, /. W. f 117 Reflections, Becker, 191 Silence, Barnett, 96 Sonnet, Trench, 142 SORROW Convinced by Sorrow, Brown- ing, 220 Joy and Sorrow, De Vere, 23 Sorrow, Eva, 319 Tears, Browning, 196 Tears, Reese, 174 The Friendly Faces of Old Sorrows, Baker, no SUCCESS He Who Ascends to Moun- tain-Tops, Byron, 259 The Way to Power, Tenny- son, 229 SYMPATHY, See also KINDNESS and BROTHERHOOD Before, Leitch, 150 Dedication, TMen, 286 Discovery, Kresensky, 266 If You Have Made Gentler the Churlish World, Ehr- mann, 176 On Broadway, Viereck, 88 Refusal, Kresensky, 283 The Cry of the Age, Garland, 278 The Human Touch, Burton, 141 The Women Toilers, Evans, 279 THANKSGIVING, See also GRATI- TUDE For Transient Things, Me- Peek, 105 Thanks, Gale, 136 Thanksgiving, Qxenham, 48 The Undiscovered Country, Howells, 94 TODAY, See also DAILY LIVING Today, Author Unknown, 209 Today, Carlyle, 168 Today, Waterman, 309 Today and Tomorrow, Pom- eroy, 181 You and Today, Wflcox, 233 TREES A Leafless Tree, Thompson, 186 City Trees, Dargan, 305 The Heart of the Tree,. Bun- ner, 100 The House of the Trees, Wether old, 256 336 INDEX OF SUBJECTS Tree-Building, Cable, 164 Trees, Clark, 183 TRUTH Magna Est Veritas, Patmore, 49 Mutability, Wordsworth, 187 O Purblind Race, Tennyson, 225 Truth, Crushed to Earth, Bry- ant, 59 Truth Never Dies, Author Un- known, 158 VICTORY I, Too, Have Known, George, 140 Io Victis, Story, 14 Victory in Defeat, Markham, 246 VISION, See also DREAMS Light, Wilkinson, 181 Lone-Land, Tabb, 50 The Things That Endure, Wilkinson, 249 WAR, See also PEACE, MEMORIAL DAY, ARMISTICE DAY and BROTHERHOOD An Old Battle-Field, Stanton, 124 Death-Grapple, Everett, 297 Deliver Us From . . . , Burr, 123 Five Souls, Ewer, 121 If War Is Right, Corbin, 124 Men Have Forged, Sigmund, 280 The Battle of Blenheim, Southey, 261 The Lament of the Voiceless, Everett, 261 The Little Stones of Arlington, Young, 317 The Man-Hunt, Sandburg, ng The Unknown Soldier, Rhinow, 284 Wage-Slaves to War-Makers, Cheyney, 120 War, Root, 122 Whence Cometh War? Whit- aker, 118 WISDOM The Wise, Arnold, 64 Wisdom, Hicky, 217 WOMAN What Our Lord Wrote in the Dust, Author Unknown, 153 Woman and Man, Tennyson, 146 WORSHIP On Entering a Chapel, David- son, 6 1 Worship, MacFie, 42 YOUTH In Defense of Youth, Barstow, 290 Sometimes, Jones, 72 The Flight of Youth, Stod- dard, 320 The Land of Beginning Again, Tarkington, 70 Youth, Jones, 68 INDEX OF AUTHORS Aaron, Madeleine God Is Here, 41 A dee, Lucy A. K. Let All the Earth Keep Silence, 255 Airey, Peter The Song of the Dial, 308 Aldrich, Anne Reeve Death at Daybreak, 205 Aldrich, Thomas Bailey Memory, 51 Armitage, Laura F. A Prayer for the New Year, 34 Arnold, Edwin The Wise (translation), 64 Arnold, Matthew Ah, Love, Let Us Be True, 170 The Way of Sacrifice, 117 We Cannot Kindle, 175 Asbury, Alban If This Is All, 197 Auryansen, Lucia Trevitt The Seekers, 222 Babcock, Maltbie D. Death, 173 Today, O Lord, 33 Bailey, L. E. Miracle, 92 Bailey, Philip J. The Aim of Life, 215 Baker, Anna JR.. In His Sight, 230 Baker, Julia A,. Mizpah, in Baker, Karle Wilson Days, 244 Growing Old, 206 She Is Wise, Our Ancient Mother, 207 The Friendly Faces of Old Sor- rows, no Barnett, Mavis C. Silence, 96 Barstow, Robbins Wolcott In Defense of Youth, 290 Bates, Katharine Lee The Fellowship, 233 The Judgment, 6 Three Steps, 60 Becker, Edna Reflections, 191 Beddoes, Thomas Lovell Dream-Pedlary, 224 Bennett, Gertrude Ryder These Times, 63 Bierce, Ambrose The Hero, 169 Blackburn, Alexander What Makes a Nation Great? 68 Blake, William Eternity in an Hour, 165 Great Things, 238 Till We Have Built Jerusalem, 281 Unquestioning, 255 Blanden, Charles G. Ascent, 240 Song, 202 Bonar 9 Horatius Life, 208 Thou Must Be True, 146 337 338 INDEX OF AUTHORS Bowles, Fred G. A Song of the Road, 303 Braithwaite, William Stanley Sic Vita, 150 The Vision, 140 Bright, Verne Comrade Christ, 237 Bronte, Charlotte Life, 323 Brooks, William E. At the Lincoln Memorial, 148 Memorial Day, 292 Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Convinced by Sorrow, 220 How Do I Love Thee, 320 Live and Love, 113 Out in the Fields With God, 178 Tears, 196 Browning, Robert A Death in the Desert (ex- tract), 156 Beyond This, the Infinite, 14$ From Old to New, 241 God Behind All, 203 Life, 1 80 Our Known Unknown, 33 Paracelsus (extract), 321 Sunrise, 26 The Goal, 258 Bryant, William Cullen I Would Not Always Reason, 86 Thanatopsis (extract), 19 Truth, Crushed to Earth, 59 Buckham, James The Heart's Proof, 226 Bunner, Henry C. The Heart of the Tree, 100 Bunyan, John The Shepherd Boy Sings, 191 Burgess, Bangs Life's Finest Things, 75 Burkholder, Clarence M. A Prayer, 180 Burns, Vincent Godfrey If Jesus Came Back Today, 37 Burr, Amelia J. Deliver Us From . . ., 123 Mothers of Men, 36 Burton, Richard Sealed Orders, 4 The Human Touch, 141 The Song of the Unsuccessful, "3 Butts, Mary F. Build a Fence of Trust, 276 The King, 219 Byron, George Gordon He Who Ascends to Mountain- Tops, 259 Byron, May My Little House, 131 Cable, Franklin Tree-Building, 164 Carlyle, Thomas Today, 168 Carman, Bliss Where Is Heaven? 34 Carpenter, Edward Among the Ferns (extract) , 43 Carruth, William Herbert Dreamers of Dreams, 58 Cary, Alice Nobility (extract), 247 Cestrian, W. Because of You, 235 Chaplin, Ralph Mourn Not the Dead, 265 Cheyney, Ralph Wage-Slaves to War-Makers, 120 Clappf Mary Brennan Gflead, 155 Clark, Henry W. Far Distances, 199 INDEX OF AUTHORS 339 Clark, Thomas Curtis Carry On, 285 Earth's Story, 231 Faith and Science, 226 God Give Me Joy, 248 Knowledge, 116 New Dreams for Old, 310 The Lost Christ, 32 Trees, 183 Cleaves, Charles Poole Rest Where You Are, 154 Cleghorn, Sarah N. For Sleep When Overtired, 209 The Anodyne, 287 Clough, Arthur Hugh Songs in Absence (extract), 65 Coates, Florence Earle A Narrow Window, 230 Coblentz, Catherine Gate Nature's Sorrow Cure, 202 Coblentz, Stanton A. Civilization, 229 The Ways of the Gods, 170 Cochrane, /. C. Somewhere, 195 Cole, Mamie Gene The Child's Appeal, 161 Coleridge, Mary E. Gone, 213 Coleridge, Samuel Taylor Work Without Hope, 218 Comstock, Mary Edgar Gifts, 105 Coolidge, Susan Commonplaces, 179 Corbin, Alice If War Is Right, 124 CowgiU, Frank B. The Final Armistice, 126 Cowley, Abraham Life's Evening, 37 Crane, Frank Yesterday, 166 Crosby, Ernest Love Comes, 125 Cross, Allen Eastman Pass On the Torch, 51 Crowell, Grace Noll Because of Thy Great Bounty, 235 Cullen, Countee Incident, 273 Cunningham, Nora B. The Feast, 128 Cutter, Walter A. Loyalties, 41 Dale, Arthur B. The Torch, 126 Dargan, Vere City Trees, 305 Davidson, John On Entering a Chapel, 61 Dames, Mary Carolyn A New Year, 79 Davis, Florence Boyce Sunsets, 234 Davis, Ozora S. The Pathway to Paradise, 77 Today, 141 Deems, Charles F. On Life's Way, 240 De Vere, Aubrey Joy and Sorrow, 23 The Right Use of Prayer, 184 Dickinson, Emily The Chariot, 173 Divall, Edith Hickman Changeless, 203 Dixon, Richard Watson Humanity, 92 Dobson, Austin In After Days, 192 Dowson, Ernest Vitae Summa Brevis, 54 Drag, Ian House-Weary, 313 340 INDEX OF AUTHORS Dromgoole, Will A. The Bridge Builder, 157 du Maurier, George A Little Work, 101 Eastman, Max Diogenes, 252 Ehrmann, Max If You Have Made Gentler the Churlish World, 176 Eliot, George Count That Day Lost, 19 Making Life Worth While, 239 The Tide of Faith, $3 Elliott, Ellen Coil Choice, 46 Emerson, Ralph Waldo Each and All, 103 Forbearance, 277 Friends and Enemies, 180 God, 142 God Hide the Whole World in Thy Heart, 254 Heroism, 139 In the Woods, 12 Quatrain, 214 Rhythm, 256 The Words of the Gods, 310 We Are Never Old, 266 Emilio, Marguerite * A Prayer for Teachers, 175 Eva, Reginald C. Sorrow, 319 Evans, Grace Bowen The Women Toilers, 279 Everett, Laura Bell Death-Grapple, 297 The Lament of the Voiceless, 261 The Miser, 52 Ewer, W. N. Five Souls, 121 Fargo, Ruth Perfection, 213 Farrington, Harry Webb Bethlehem, 178 Ficke, Arthur Davison Sonnet, 139 Fischer, Helen Field The Mystic Borderland, 216 Fitzgerald, Edward The Rubaiyat of Omar Khay- yam (extract), 131 Fletcher, John Man Is His Own Star, 202 Flint, Annie Johnson At the Place of the Sea, 273 Forsyth, P. T. A Question, 170 Foss, Sam Walter Bring Me Men, 22 Nature and Religion, 47 The Crcedless Love, 29 Foulke, William Dudley Life's Evening, 211 The City's Crown, 171 Frank, Edgar Goshen, 98 Fra$er, James A. Apprehension, 157 Freeman, Robert Beyond the Horizon, 293 Fries, Annerika Soul Growth, 322 Frost, Frances M. The Proud, 115 Fuller, Ethel Romig God Hears Prayer, 69 Gale, Norman Thanks, 136 Gale, Zona Children of Tomorrow, 188 Voice, 219 Galsworthy, John Mountain Air, 7 Garland, Hamlin Do You Fear the Wind? 89 INDEX OF AUTHORS 341 The Cry of the Age, 278 Garrison, Winfred Ernest At Carcassonne, 306 Love and Life, 278 George, Marguerite I, Too, Have Known, 140 Gething, Peter Prayer, 36 Gilder t Jeanette B, The Will to Serve, 201 Gilman, Charlotte Perkins Resolve, 246 The Flag of Peace, 276 Two Prayers, 95 Giltinan, Caroline The Hungry, 169 Ginsberg, Louis Coral Islands, 147 Dirt and Deity, 193 Gladden, Washington The Ideal City, 8 Goethe, /. W. von True Rest, 167 Use Well the Moment, 72 Gray, Lillian New Year's Thoughts, 314 Gray, Thomas Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (extract), 27 Greene, Sarah McClain De Massa ob de SheepfoP, 324 Grover, Edwin Osgood The Knapsack Trail, 135 Gruber, Abraham My Neighbor's Roses, 204 Gunderson, Gertrude B. Three Things, 118 Hale, Edward Everett Look Up, 1 60 Haley, Motty Anderson " A Faithless Generation Asked a Sign," 249 Hamilton, Anne Deserts, 195 Hartwich, Ethelyn R, What Shall Endure? 254 Hay, Sara Henderson Love Suffereth Long, 97 Prayer in April, 69 Hearn, Marianne F. The Burden, 291 Remans, Felicia Dorothea Hour of Death (extract), 197 Henderson, Ruth Evelyn My Spirit Will Grow Up, 227 Hicky, Daniel Whitehead Wisdom, 217 Hildreth, Harold M. The Silent Places, 138 Holmes, Oliver Wendell Our Father's Door, 214 The Angel-Thief (extract), 292 Hood, Thomas Gold, 271 Hopkins, Minnie Case Autumn Leaves, 151 The Heart Is a Strange Thing, 99 Hosmer, Frederick Ludan The Indwelling God, 257 Hovey t Richard The Sea Gypsy, 286 Howetts, William Dean The Undiscovered Country, 94 I. W. Quiet Things, 117 Inchfawn, Fay For Martha's Kitchen, 161 Ingelow, Jean God-Appointed Work, 136 Honors, 176 Ingersott, Robert G. Life Is a Narrow Vale, 311 Jackson, Helen Hunt Not As I Will, 152 Prayer, 98 342 INDEX OF AUTHORS Johnson, Robert Underwood To My Countrymen, 26 Johnson, Willis Fletcher Immortality, 72 Jones, Thomas 5., Jr. Sometimes, 72 Youth, 68 Jonson, Ben It Is Not Growing Like a Tree, 237 Jordan, David Starr Altruism, 38 Kagawa, Toyohiko As the Sculptor, 263 Keats, John The One Remains, 116 Keller, Helen In the Garden of the Lord, 197 Kemp, Harry Joses, the Brother of Jesus, 5 Nicodemus, 79 The Seeker After God, 45 Kennedy, G. A. Studdert- A Mother Understands, 144 Patience, 30 Peace and Joy, in We Shall Build Oh! 182 Kenyon, James B. We Shall Attain, 67 King, H. E. H. Love's Strength, 251 Klingle, George A Miracle, 162 Knowles, Frederick Lawrence The Survivor, 46 Knox, William Oh, Why Should the Spirit of Mortal Be Proud? 294 Kramer, Edgar Daniel God's Book, 243 Kresensky, Raymond Discovery, 266 Golgotha's Cross, 198 Heaven in My Hand, 245 Prayer of the Unemployed, 253 Refusal, 283 Landor, Walter Savage Leaf After Leaf Drops Off, 233 Past Ruined Ilion, 47 Various the Roads of Life, 195 Lanier, Sidney The Stirrup-Cup, 35 Larcom, Lucy A Strip of Blue, 246 Ledoux, Louis V. The Music of a Friend, in Lee, Milton When I Go Home, 201 Le Gallienne, Richard What of the Darkness? 76 Leighton, Robert Duty Our Ladder, 198 Leitch, Mary Sinton Before, 150 Lennen, Elinor Evaluation, 172 Leonard, Priscilla The Lost Key, 135 This Is the Making of Man, 228 Lindsay, Vachel Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight, 9 Foreign Missions in Battle Ar- ray, 95 Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth Age Is Opportunity, 158 Auf Wiedersehen (extract), 184 Ships That Pass in the Night, 96 Song of the Silent Land, 251 The All-Seeing Gods, 190 The Arrow and the Song, 187 Love, Adelaide P. Beyond Electrons, 73 For a Materialist, 250 INDEX OF AUTHORS 343 Lovelace, Richard Stone Walls Do Not a Prison Make, 242 Loveman, Robert Riches, 85 Lowell, James Russell Be Noble, 223 Greatly Begin I 167 Slaves, 88 The Street, 137 The Thing We Long For,. 234 The Traitor, 215 The Vision of Sir Launfal (ex- tract), 39 True Love, 148 Witness of God, 315 M . K, H. Prayer Hymn, 304 Macdougall, Arthur R., Jr. The Captains of the Years, 300 MacFie, Roy Campbell Worship, 42 Macleod, Fiona The White Peace, 127 Maddock, Anne Elizabeth Spring, 241 Malloch, W. H. Human Life, 207 Manchester, Leslie Clare The Revelation, 208 Markham, Edwin Opportunity, 2 Our Dead, 150 Rules for the Road, 55 The Place of Peace, 45 Two at a Fireside, 207 Victory in Defeat, 246 Young Lincoln, 269 Mason, Caroline Atherton Whichever Way the Wind Doth Blow, 52 Mason, Edgar Cooper Tear Down the Walls, 125 Maughan, Henry Neville A Knight of Bethlehem, 252 Maynard, Theodore A Certain Rich Man, 304 Faith, 81 Mazquida, Anna Blake My House Has Windows, 179 McCracken, ffattie B. I Would Be Great, 101 McCrae, John In Flanders Fields, 4 McFarland, John T. Be Merciful, 94 McPeek, James A. S. For Transient Things, 105 Meredith, George The Question Whither, 20 Meredith, Owen One Thing, 184 Merrill, William Pierson Expect! 86 Meyer, F. B. Faith, 194 Meynell, Alice The Newer Vainglory, 44 Miller, Joaquin Adios, 243 For Those Who Fail, 3 In Men Whom Men Condemn, 228 The Greatest Battle That Ever Was Fought, 129 Miller, Nellie Burget The Shadow on the Loom, 192 Mitchett, Anna Virginia Sonnet, 78 Money, Sir Leo King Cotton, 274 Montgomery, P. L. Whence Cometh My Help, 159 Moreland, John Richard Recompense, 212 The Secret, 107 344 INDEX OF AUTHORS Morgan, Angela Song of the New World, 220 The Humanitarian (extract), 128 Morton, David The Kings Are Passing Death- ward, 15 Murton, Jessie Wilmore Strength, 269 Myers, F. W. H. Not in Solitude, 236 Newbolt, Sir Henry Vitae Lampada, 264 Newman, Lows L The Voice of God, 223 Newton, Charlotte Fulfillment, 188 Norcross, Minor L. Devotions, 317 Noyes, Alfred The Watchers of the Sky (ex- tract), 171 Qlsen, Charles Oluf Kingdoms, 156 O'Reilly, John Boyle Forever, 137 What Is Good? 89 O'Shaughnessy, Arthur We Are the Music-Makers, n O'Sheel, Shaemas They Went Forth to Battle but They Always Fell, I Oxenham, John Easter, 245 Profit and Loss, 319 Thanksgiving, 48 The Law of Love, 254 To Whom Shall the World Henceforth Belong? 21 Your Place, 177 Pace, Charles Nelson A Prayer for Today, 93 Paine, Albert Bigelow The Hills of Rest, 160 Parker, Gilbert Reunited, 245 Parker, Theodore The Way, the Truth, and the Life, 312 Parmenter, Catherine Discovery, 285 Partridge, William 0. Creeds, 214 Patmore, Coventry Magna Est Veritas, 49 Paxton, Jean Grigsby Release, 259 Pearse, Mark Guy Grace for Grace, 114 My Prayer, 206 Percy, William A. The Spring of God, 39 Perkins, J. R. And the Greatness of These , 155 The Back of God, 267 Phelps, Guy Fitch The White Christs, 56 Pilcher, C. V. The Teachers, 190 Pomeroy, Edward N. Today and Tomorrow, 181 Porter, Kenneth W. Simon and Judas, 106 Poteat, E. McNeitt, Jr. Orisons, 138 Pidsifer, Harold Trowbridge I Accept, 260 Raskin, Philip M. Dreams, 299 Rau$chenbu$ch, Walter For This Universe, 222 Reese, Lizette Woodworth Tears, 174 Rhinow, Arthur B. The Unknown Soldier, 284 INDEX OF AUTHORS 345 Richards, Joseph Addison The Master of My Boat, 87 Riley, James Whitcomb The Prayer Perfect, 147 Robbins, Howard Chandler Via Lucis, 130 Robertson, Leila Dean New Temples, 241 Robinson, Corinne Roosevelt The Forgotten Countersign, 82 Robinson, Edwin Arlington Credo, 223 Rockett, Winnie Lynch Invincible, 55 Root, E. Merrill Eucharist, 64 War, 122 Rossetti, Christina G. Remember, 189 Rossetti, W. M. Ye Who Taste That Love Is Sweet, 156 Rowntree, Maurice O Heart, 127 Ruskin, John Builders, 102 Sabin, Edwin L. My Enemy, 50 Sandburg, Carl The Man-Hunt, 119 Under the Harvest Moon, 29 Savage, Minot J. Where Is God? n Schiller, Friedrich von Three Words of Strength, 58 Time, 215 Schroy, Pauline Prayer, 193 Scottard, Clinton Horizons, 284 Patchwork, 172 Scott, Sir Walter Sound, Sound the Clarion, 205 Scruggs, Anderson M. Christmas Today, 204 Glory to Them, 115 Only the Dream Is Real, 85 Shakespeare, William Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, 268 Fidele, 262 Fortune, 108 Good Deeds, 9 Love, 228 Man, 22 The Seven Ages of Man, 42 The Undiscovered Country, 2X1 Sharp, William Desire, 236 Shaw, Frances Who Loves the Rain, 244 Shelley, Percy Bysshe Prometheus Unbound (ex- tract), ,289 Shillito, Edward Ave Crux, Spes Unica! 102 The Life to Come, 275 Sigmund, Jay G. Men Have Forged, 280 Sinclair, Mary Craig Beauty, 49 Sinclair, Upton The Making of the Soul of Man, 315 Slater, Eleanor December Twenty-Fourth, 210 Smith, Samuel F. Memorial Day, 323 Southey, Robert The Battle of Blenheim (ex- tract), 261 Stanton> Frank L. An Old Battle-Field, 124 Stevenson, Robert Louis If This Were Enough, 17 346 INDEX OF AUTHORS Stidger, W&Uam L. Integrity, 225 Stoddard, Richard Henry The Flight of Youth, 320 Stone, Eliot Kays Days, ii 6 Storey, Violet Alleyn A Country Church, 307 Story, William Wetmore Io Victis, 14 Strong, Anna Louise Our Country, 282 Sullivan, A. M. Villanelle, 164 Sweeney t Thomas Old Earthworks, 210 Swinburne, Algernon Charles Unto Each His Handiwork, 242 Symons, Arthur Credo, 238 Tabb, John B. All in All, 213 Lone-Land, 50 Tagore, Rabindranath When One Knows Thee, 149 Tarkington, Louise Fletcher The Land of Beginning Again, 70 Taylor, Bayard Nameless Saints, 97 Teasdale, Sara Barter, 60 Tennyson t Alfred Experience, 225 If Love Be Ours, 73 Life Shall Live For Evermore, 91 Purblind Race, 225 O That 'Twere Possible, 143 That Which Made Us, 281 The Pure Heart, 137 The Silent Voices, 57 The Splendor Falls, 264 The Temple, 290 The Way to Power, 229 Too Late, 165 Ulysses (extract), 54 Vastness (extract), 194 Wages, no Woman and Man, 146 Terry f Edward If. S. Kinship, 106 Thayer, Lucius H. The Life of Man, 231 Thomas> Percy Give Me a Gentle Heart, 296 Thompson^ Ann Louise A Leafless Tree, 186 Thompson, Francis " In No Strange Land," 13 Thompson, John B. Chiaroscuro, 91 Thoreau, Henry David Love, 74 Tilden, Ethel Arnold Dedication, 286 Timrod, Henry Love and Life, 209 Tobias, Ruby Weyburn Food, 177 Towne, Charles Hanson Memories, 297 The Best Road of All, (56 Trench, Richard Trenovix Sonnet, 142 Trent t Luda To Young Dreamers, 257 Turner, Martha P. L. Good Friday, 298 Turner, Nancy Byrd Let Us Have Peace, 123 Untermeyer, Louis Prayer, a Upson, Arthur W, INDEX OF AUTHORS 347 Failures, 16 Van Cleve, Florence Star of Bethlehem, 308 van Dyke, Henry Four Things to Do, 61 The Builders (extract), 143 The Face of a Friend, 25 Viereck, George Sylvester On Broadway, 88 Varies, W. M. Life, 90 Waite, Shirley Dillon The Cross, 217 Walsh, Thomas A Garden Prayer, 242 Waterman, Nixon Today, 309 Wattles, Willard The War at Home, 127 Thy Kingdom Come! 24 Wetherald, Ethelyn Legacies, 59 The House of the Trees, 256 Whitaker f Robert My Country, 271 The Rivals, 145 Whence Cometh War? 118 White, Hinton The World Is One, 84 White, James Terry Consummation, 25 Whitman, Walt A Leaf of Grass, 31 Deathless, n I Tramp a Perpetual Journey, 42 In This Earth, Perfection, 244 Miracles, 80 Song of the Open Road (ex- tract), 5 There Was a Child Went Forth, 252 This Is Thy Hour, Soul, 204 When I Heard the Learn'd As- tronomer, 154 Whittier, John Greenleaf At Last, 275 Eternal Good, 258 Life Is Ever Lord of Death, 7i The Eternal Goodness (ex- tract), 144 The Over-Heart (extract), 109 The Undying Soul, 300 Wickham, Anna Prayer for Miracle, 99 Wilcox, Ella Wheeler A Morning Prayer, 18 Attainment, 239 Faith, 107 Talk Faith, 226 Two Trails, 166 You and Today, 233 Wilde, Oscar In Prison, 267 Wilkinson, Florence The Fugitives, 313 The Things That Endure (ex- tract), 249 Wilkinson, Grace Light, 181 Wilkinson, Marguerite The New City, 301 Windes, Margaret A. The Poem I Should Like to Write, 75 Wood, Anne Hamilton The Anvil of God's Mercy, 200 Woods, Bertha Gerneaux The Patient Scientists, 163 Wordsworth, William Mutability, 187 8,48 INDEX OF AUTHORS Ode on Intimations of Immor- tality (extract), 82 Persuasion, 162 The Happy Warrior (extract), 62 Tintern Abbey (extract), 7 Young) Barbara The Little Stones of Arlington, 3i7 Young, Eleanor G. R. The Man from Sangamon, at Gettysburg, 287 Young, Ethel Fanning Remembering Calvary, 200 INDEX OF TITLES Abraham Lincoln Walks at Mid- night, Lindsay, 9 Adios, Miller, 243 Age Is Opportunity, Longfellow, IS* Ah, Love, Let Us Be True, Ar~ nold, 170 Aim of Life, The, Bailey, 215 All in All, Tabb f 213 All-Seeing Gods, The, Longfel- low, 190 Altruism, Jordan, 38 Among the Ferns (extract), Car- penter, 43 And the Greatness of These, Per- kins, i$> Angel-Thief, The (extract), Holmes, 292 Anodyne, The, Cleghorn, 287 Anvil of God's Mercy, The, Wood, 200 Apprehension, Fraser t 157 Arrow and the Song, The, Long- fellow, 187 As I Grow Old, Author Un- known* 240 As the Sculptor, KQgawa t 26 3 Ascent, Blandcn, 240 At Carcassonne, Garrison, 306 At Last, Whittier, 275 At the Lincoln Memorial, Brooks, 148 At the Place of the Sea, Flint, 273 Attainment, Wilcox, 239 Auf Wiedersehen (extract), Longfellow, 184 349 Autumn Leaves, Hopkins, 151 Ave Crux, Spes Unica! Shillito, 102 Back of God, The, Perkins, 267 Barter, Teasdale, 60 Battle of Blenheim, The (ex- tract), Southey, 261 Be Merciful, McFarland, 94 Be Noble! Lowell, 223 Beauty, Sinclair, 49 Because of Thy Great Bounty, Crowell, 235 Because of You, Cestrian, 235 Before, Leitcb, 150 Best Road of All, The, Towne, 66 Bethlehem, Farrington, 178 Beyond Electrons, Love, 73 Beyond the Horizon, Freeman, 293 Beyond This, the Infinite, Browning, 145 Blessed, Author Unknown, 220 Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, Shakespeare, 268 Bridge Builder, The, Dromgoole, 157 Bring Me Men, Foss t 22 Build a Fence of Trust, Butts, 276 Builders, Ruskin, 102 Builders, The (extract), van Dyke, 143 Building a Temple, Author Un- known, 167 Burden, The, Hearn, 291 350 INDEX OF TITLES Calvary, Author Unknown, g Captains of the Years, The, M ac- dougall, 300 Carry Or, Clark, 285 Certain Rich Man, A, Maynard, 304 Changeless, Divall, 203 Chariot, The, Dickinson, 173 Chiaroscuro, Thompson, 91 Child's Appeal, The, Cole, 161 Children of Tomorrow, Gale, 188 Choice, Elliott, 46 Christmas Eve, Author Un- known, 77 Christmas Today, Scruggs, 204 City Trees, Dargan, 305 City's Crown, The, Foulke, 171 Civilization, Ccblentz, 229 Commonplaces, Coolidge, 179 Comrade Christ, Bright, 237 Consummation, White, 25 Convinced by Sorrow, Brown- ing, 220 Coral Islands, Ginsberg, 147 Count That Day Lost, Eliot, 19 Country Church, A, Storey, 307 Credo, Robinson, 223 Credo, Symons, 238 Creedless Love, The, Foss, 29 Creeds, Partridge, 214 Cross, The, Write, 217 Cry of the Age, The, Garland, 278 Days, Baker, 244 Days, Stone, 116 De Massa ob de Sheepfol', Greene, 324 Death, Babcock, 173 Death at Daybreak, Aldrich, 205 Death in Life, Author Unknown, 283 Death in the Desert, A (extract) , Browning, 156 Death-Grapple, Everett, 297 Deathless, Whitman, n December Twenty-Fourth, Slater, 210 Dedication, Tilden, 286 Deliver Us From . . ., Burr t 123 Deserts, Hamilton, 195 Desire, Sharp, 236 Devotions, Nor cross, 317 Diogenes, Eastman 9 252 Dirt and Deity, Ginsberg, 193 Discovery, Kresensky, 266 Discovery, Parmenter, 285 Do You Fear the Wind? Gar- land, 89 Dream-Pedlary, Beddoes, 224 Dreamers of Dreams, Carruth, 58 Dreams, Raskin, 299 Duty Our > Ladder, Leighton, 198 Each and All, Emerson, 103 Earth's Story, Clark, 231 Easter, Oxenham, 24$ Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (extract), Gray, 27 Eternal Good, Whittier, 258 Eternal Goodness, The (extract), Whittier, 144 Eternity in an Hour, Blake, 165 Eucharist, Root, 64 Evaluation, Lennen, 172 Expect 1 &fratf, 86 Experience, Tennyson, 225 Face of a Friend, The, van Dyke, 25 Failures, Upson, 16 Faith, Maynard, 81 Faith, Jlfeyen 194 Faith, Wilcox, 107 Faith and Science, Clark, 226 INDEX OF TITLES 351 " Faithless Generation Asked a Sign, A," Haley, 249 Far Distances, Clark, 199 Feast, The, Cunningham, 128 Fellowship, The, Bates, 233 Fidele, Shakespeare*, 262 Final Armistice, The, Cowgill, 126 Five Souls, Ewer, 121 Flag of Peace, The, Oilman, 276 Flight of Youth, The, Stoddard, 320 Food, Tobias, 177 For a Materialist, Love, 250 For Martha's Kitchen, Inchfawn, 161 For Sleep When Overtired, Cleg- horn, 209 For This Universe, Rauschen- busch, 222 For Those Who Fail, Miller, 3 For Transient Things, McPeek, 105 Forbearance, Emerson, 277 Foreign Missions in Battle Ar- ray, Lindsay, 95 Forever, O'Reilly, 137 Forgotten Countersign, The, Robinson, 82 Fortune, Shakespeare, 108 Four Things to Do, van Dyke, 61 Friendly Faces of Old Sorrows, The, Baker, no Friends and Enemies, Emerson, 180 Friends Old and New, Author Unknown, 212 From Old to New, Browning, 241 Fugitives, The, Wilkinson, 313 Fulfillment, Newton, 188 Garden Prayer, A, Wakh, 242 Gifts, Comstock, 105 Gilead, Clapp, 155 Give Me a Gentle Heart, Thomas, 296 Glory to Them, Scruggs, 115 Goal, The, Browning, 258 God, Emerson, 142 God Behind All, Browning, 203 God Give Me Joy, Clark, 248 God Hears Prayer, Fuller, 69 God Hide the Whole World in Thy Heart, Emerson, 254 God Is Here, Aaron, 41 God-Appointed Work, Ingelow, 136 God's Book, Kramer, 243 Gold, Hood, 271 Golgotha's Cross, Kresensky, 198 Gone, Coleridge, 213 Good Deeds, Shakespeare, 9 Good Friday, Turner, 298 Goshen, FrawA, 98 Grace for Grace, Pearse, 114 Great Things, Blake, 238 Greatest Battle That Ever Was Fought, The, Miller, 129 Greatest Work, The, Author Un- known, 277 Greatly Begin 1 Lowell, 167 Growing Old, Baker, 206 Happy Warrior, The (extract), Wordsworth, 62 He Who Ascends to Mountain- Tops, Byron, 259 Heart Is a Strange Thing, The, Hopkins, 99 Heart of the Tree, The, Bunner, zoo Heart's Proof, The, Bvckham, 226 Heaven in My Hand, Kresensky, 245 Hero, The, Bierce, 169 352 INDEX OF TITLES Heroism, Emerson, 139 Hills of Rest, The, Paine, 160 Honors, Ingelow, 176 Horizons, Scollard, 284 Hour of Death (extract), He- mans, 197 House of the Trees, The, Weth- er aid, 256 House-Weary, Drag, 313 How Do I Love Thee, Brown" ing, 320 How Shall We Honor Them? Author Unknown) 218 Human Life, Mattock, 207 Human Touch, The, Burton, 141 Humanitarian, The (extract) , Morgan, 128 Humanity, Dixon, 92 Hungry, The, GUtinan, 169 I Accept, Pulsifer, 260 I, Too, Have Known, George, 140 I Tramp a Perpetual Journey, Whitman, 42 I Would Be Great, McCracken, 101 I Would Not Always Reason, Bryant, 86 Ideal City, The, Gladden, 8 If Jesus Came Back Today (ex- tract), Burns, 37 If Love Be Ours, Tennyson, 73 If This Is All, Asbury, 197 If This Were 'Enough, Stevenson, 17 If You Have Made Gentler the Churlish World, Ehrmann, 176 If War Is Right, Corbin, 124 Immortality, Johnson, 72 In After Days, Dobson, 192 In Defense of Youth, Barstow, 290 In Flanders Fields, McCrae, 4 In His Sight, Baker, 230 In Men Whom Men Condemn, Miller, 228 " In No Strange Land," Thomp~ son, 13 In Prison, Wilde, 267 In the Carpenter Shop, Author Unknown, 316 In the Garden of the Lord, Kel- ler, 197 In the Vastness, a God, Author Unknown, 151 In the Woods, Emerson, 12 In This Earth, Perfection, Whit- man, 244 Incident, Cullen, 273 Indwelling God, Hosmer, 257 Integrity, Stidger, 225 Invincible, Rockett, 55 lo Victis, Story, 14 It Is Not Growing Like a Tree, Jonson, 237 Joses, the Brother of Jesus, Kemp, 5 Joy and Sorrow, De Vere, 23 Judgment, The, Bates, 6 King, The, Butts, 219 King Cotton, Money, 274 Kingdoms, Olsen, 156 Kings Arc Passing Dcathward, The, Morton, 15 Kinship, Terry, xo6 Knapsack Trail, The, Grover, i35 Knight of Bethlehem, A, Maughan, 252 Knowledge, Clark, 116 Lament of the Voiceless, The, Everett, 261 Land of Beginning Again, The, Tarkington, 70 Law of Love, Oxcnham, 354 INDEX OF TITLES 353 Leaf After Leaf Drops Off, Lan- dor, 233 Leaf of Grass, A, Whitman, 31 Leafless Tree, A, Thompson, 186 Legacies, Wetherald, 59 Let Ail the Earth Keep Silence, Adee, 255 Let Us Have Peace, Turner, 123 Life, Bonar, 208 Life, Bronte, 323 Life, Browning, 180 Life, Vories, go Life Is a Narrow Vale, Ingersoll, 3H Life Is Ever Lord of Death, Whit- tier, 71 Life of Man, The, Thayer, 231 Life Owes Me Nothing, Author Unknown, 16 Life Shall Live For Evermore, Tennyson, 91 Life to Come, The, Shillito, 275 Life's Evening, Cowley, 37 Life's Evening, Foulke, 211 Life's Finest Things, Burgess, 75 Light, Wilkinson, 181 Little Stones of Arlington, The, Young, 317 Little Work, A, du Maurier, 101 Live and Love, Browning, 113 Lone-Land, Tabb> 50 Look Up, Hale, 160 Lost Christ, The, Clark, 32 Lost Key, The, Leonard, 135 Love, Shakespeare, 228 Love, Thoreau, 74 Love and Life, Garrison, 278 Love and Life, Timrod, 209 Love Comes, Crosby, 125 Love Over All, From an English Sun Dial, 30 Love Suffereth Long, Hay, 97 Love's Strength, King, 251 Loyalties, Cutter, 41 Magna Est Veritas, Patmore, 49 Making Life Worth While, Eliot, 239 Making of the Soul of Man, The, Sinclair, 315 Man, Shakespeare, 22 Man from Sangamon, at Gettys- burg, The, Young, 287 Man Is His Own Star, Fletcher, 202 Man Must Live, A, Author Un- known, 185 Man of Sorrows, The, Author Unknown, 250 Man-Hunt, The, Sandburg, 119 Master of My Boat, The, Rich- ards, 87 Memorial Day, Smith, 323 Memorial Day, The, Brooks, 292 Memories, Towne, 297 Memory, Aldrich, 51 Men Have Forged, Sigmund, 280 Miracle, Bailey, 92 Miracle, A, Klingle, 162 Miracles, Whitman, 80 Miser, The, Everett, 52 Mizpah, Baker } in Morning Prayer, A, Wilcox, 18 Mother Understands, A, Ken- nedy, 144 Mothers of Men, Burr, 36 Mountain Air, Galsworthy, 7 Mourn Not the Dead, Chaplin, 265 Music of a Friend, The, Ledoux, in Mutability, Wordsworth, 187 My Church, Author Unknown, 224 My Country, Whitaker, 271 354 INDEX OF TITLES My Enemy, Sabin, 50 My House Has Windows, Maz- quida, 179 My Little House, Byron, 131 My Neighbor's Roses, Gruber, 204 My Prayer, Pearse, 206 My Spirit Will Grow Up, Hen- derson, 227 Mystic Borderland, The, Fischer, 216 Nameless Saints, Taylor, 97 Narrow Window, A, Coates, 230 Nature and Religion, Foss, 47 Nature's Sorrow Cure, Coblentz, 202 New City, The, Wilkinson, 301 New Dreams for Old, Clark, 310 New Temples, Robertson, 241 New Year, A, Dames, 79 New Year's Thoughts, Gray, 314 Newer Vainglory, The, Meynell, 44 Nicodemus, Kemp, 79 Nobility (extract), Cary, 247 Not As I Will, Jackson, 152 Not in Solitude, Myers, 236 Heart, Rowntree, 127 Purblind Race, Tennyson, 22$ That Twere Possible, Tenny- son, 143 Ode on Intimations of Immor- tality (extract), Words- worth, 82 Oh, Why Should the Spirit of Mortal Be Proud? Knox, 294 Old Battle-Field, An, Stanton, 124 Old Earthworks, Sweeney, 210 On Broadway, Viereck, 8$ On Entering & Chapel, Davidson, 61 On Life's Way, Deems, 240 One Remains, The, Keats, 116 One Thing, Meredith, 184 Only the Dream Is Real, Scruggs, 8$ Opportunity, Markham, 2 Orisons, Poteat, 138 Our Country, Strong, 282 Our Dead, Markham*, 150 Our Father's Door, Holmes, 214 Our Known Unknown, 'Brown- ing, 33 Out in the Fields With God, Browning, 178 Over-Heart, The (extract) , Whit- tier t 109 Paracelsus (extract), Browning, 321 Pass On the Torch, Cross, 51 Past Ruined Ilion, Landor, 47 Patchwork, Scollard, 172 Pathway to Paradise, The, Davis, 77 Patience, Kennedy, 30 Patient Scientists, The, Woods, 163 Peace and Joy, Kennedy, in Perfection, Fargo, 213 Persuasion, Wordsworth, 162 Piece of Clay, A, Author Un- known, 215 Place of Peace, Markham, 45 Poem I Should Like to Write, The, Windes, 75 Prayer, Getting, 36 Prayer, Jackson, 9$ Prayer, Schroy, 193 Prayer, Untermeyer, 2 Prayer, A, Burkholder, 180 Prayer for a Little Home, Au- thor Unknown, 57 Prayer for Miracle, Wickham, 99 Prayer for Teachers, A, 175 INDEX OF TITLES 355 Prayer for the New Year, A, Ar- mitage, 34 Prayer for Today, A, Pace, 93 Prayer Hymn, M. K. #., 304 Prayer in April, Hay, 69 Prayer of the Unemployed, Kre- sensky, 253 Prayer Perfect, The, Riley, 147 Profit and Loss, Oxenham, 319 Prometheus Unbound (extract), Shelley, 289 Proud, The, Frost, 115 Pure Heart, The, Tennyson, 137 Quatrain, Emerson, 214 Question, A, Forsyth, 170 Question Whither, The, Mere- dith, 20 Quiet Things, /. W., 117 Recompense, M or eland, 212 Reflections, Becker, 191 Refusal, Kresensky, 283 Release, Paxton, 259 Remember, Rossetti, 189 Remembering Calvary, Young, 200 Resolve, Oilman, 246 Rest Where You Are, Cleaves, *$4 Reunited, Parker, 245 Revelation, The, Manchester, 208 Rhythm, Emerson, 256 Riches, Loveman, 85 Right Use of Prayer, The, De Vere, 184 Rivals, The, Whitaker, 145 Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, The (extract), Fitzgerald (trans.), 131 Rules for the Road, Markham, S3 Sea Gypsy, The, Hovey, 286 Sealed Orders, Burton, 4 Secret, The, Moreland, 107 Seeker After God, The, Kemp, 45 Seekers, The, Auryansen, 222 Sentinel, The, Author Unknown, 232 Seven Ages of Man, The, Shake- speare, 42 Shadow on the Loom, The, Miller, 192 She Is Wise, Our Ancient Mother, Baker, 207 Shepherd Boy Sings, The, Bun- yan, 191 Ships That Pass in the Night, Longfellow, 96 Sic Vita, Braithwaite, 150 Silence, Barnett f 96 Silent Places, The, Hildreth, 138 Silent Voices, The, Tennyson, 57 Simon and Judas, Porter, 106 Slaves, Lowell, 88 Sometimes, Jones, 72 Somewhere, Cochrane, 195 Song, Blanden, 202 Song of the Dial, The, Airey, 308 Song of the New World, Morgan, 220 Song of the Open Road (ex- tract), Whitman, $ Song of the Road, A, Bowles, 303 Song of the Silent Land, Long- fellow, 251 Song of the Unsuccessful, The, Burton, 113 Songs in Absence (extract), dough, 65 Sonnet, Ficke, 139 Sonnet, Mitchell, 78 Sonnet, Trench, 142 Sorrow, Eva, 319 Soul Growth, Fries, 322 356 INDEX OF TITLES Sound, Sound the Clarion, Scott, 205 Splendor Falls, The, Tennyson, 264 Spring, Haddock, 241 Spring of God, The, Percy, 39 Star of Bethlehem, The, Van Cleve, 308 Stirrup-Cup, The, Lanier, 35 Stone Walls Do Not a Prison Make, Lovelace, 242 Street, The, Lowell, 13? Strength, Murton, 269 Strip of Blue, A, Larcom, 246 Sunrise, Browning, 26 Sunsets, Davis, 234 Survivor, The, Knowles, 46 Talk Faith, Wilcox, 226 Teachers, The, Pftcher, 190 Tear Down the Walls, Mason, 125 Tears, Browning, 196 Tears, Reese, 174 Temple, The, Tennyson, 290 Thanatopsis (extract), Bryant, *9 Thank God for Fools! Author Unknown, 130 Thanks, Gale, 136 Thanks for Laughter, From Prayers for Use in an Indian College, 189 Thanksgiving, Oxenham, 48 That Which Made Us, Tennyson, 281 There Was a Child Went Forth, Whitman, 252 These Times, Bennett, 63 They Went Forth to Battle but They Always Fell, O'Sheel, i Things That Endure, The (ex- tract), Wilkinson, 249 Thing We Long For, The, Lowell, 234 This Is the Making of Man, Leonard, 228 This Is Thy Hour, Soul, Whit- man, 204 Thou Must Be True, Bonar, 146 Three Steps, Bates, 60 Three Things, Gunderson, 118 Three Things Come Not Back, From the Arabic, 65 Three Words of Strength, Schil- ler, $B Thy Kingdom Come! Wattles, 24 Tide of Faith, The, Eliot, 53 Till We Have Built Jerusalem, Blake, 281 Time, Schiller, 215 Tintern Abbey (extract), Words- worth, 7 To My Countrymen, Johnson, 26 To Whom Shall the World Henceforth Belong? Oxen- ham, 21 To Young Dreamers, Trent, 257 Today, Author Unknown t 209 Today, Carlyle, 168 Today, Davis, 141 Today, Waterman, 309 Today and Tomorrow, Pomeroy, 181 Today, Lord, Babcock, 33 Too Late, Tennyson, 16$ Torch, The, Dale, 126 Traitor, The, Lowell, 215 Tree-Building, Cable, 164 Trees, Clark, 183 True Love, Lowett, 148 True Rest, Goethe, 167 Truth, Crushed to Earth, Bryant, 59 Truth Never Dies, Author Un- known, 158 Two at a Fireside, Markham, 207 INDEX OF TITLES 357 Two Prayers, Oilman, 95 Two Trails, Wflcox, 166 Ulysses (extract), Tennyson, 54 Under the Harvest Moon, Sand- burg, 29 Undiscovered Country, The, Howells, 94 Undiscovered Country, The, Shakespeare, 211 Undying Soul, The, Whittier, 300 Unknown Soldier, The, Rhinow, 284 Unquestioning, Blake, 255 Unto Each His Handiwork, Swin- burne, 242 Use Well the Moment, Goethe, 72 Various the Roads of Life, Lan- dor, 195 Vastness (extract), Tennyson, 194 Via Lucis, Robbins, 130 Victory in Defeat, Markham f 246 Villanelle, Sullivan, 164 Vision, The, Bratihwaite, 140 Vision of Sir Launfal, The (ex- tract), Lowell, 39 Vitae Lampada, Newbolt, 264 Vitae Summa Brevis, Dowson, 54 Voice, Gale, 219 Voice of God, The, Newman, 223 Wage-Slaves to War-Makers, Cheyney, 120 Wages, Tennyson, no War, Root, 122 War at Home, The, Wattles, 127 Watchers of the Sky, The (ex- tract), Noyes, 171 Way of Sacrifice, The, Arnold, 117 Way, the Truth and the Life, The, Parker, 312 Way to Power, The, Tennyson, 229 Ways of the Gods, The, Coblentz, 170 We Are Never Old, Emerson, 266 We Are the Music-Makers, O'Shaughnessy, u We Cannot Kindle, Arnold, 175 We Shall Attain, Kenyan, 67 We Shall Build On I Kennedy, 182 What Is Good? O'Reilly, 89 What Makes a Nation Great? Blackburn, 68 What of the Darkness? Le Gal- lienne, 76 What Our Lord Wrote in the Dust, Author Unknown, 153 What Shall Endure? Hartwich, 254 When I Go Home, Lee, 201 When I Heard the Learn'd As- tronomer, Whitman, 154 When One Knows Thee, Tagore, 149 Whence Cometh My Help, Mont- gomery, 159 Whence Cometh War, Whitaker, 118 Where Is God? Savage, it Where Is Heaven? Carman, 34 Which Is Me? Author Unknown, 303 Whichever Way the Wind Doth Blow, Mason, 52 White Christs, The, f helps, 56 White Peace, The, Macleod, 127 Who Loves the Rain, Shaw, 244 Will to Serve, The, Gilder, 201 Windows for My Soul, Author Unknown, 248 358 INDEX OF TITLES Wisdom, Hicky, 217 Wise, The, Arnold (trans.), 64 Witness of God, Lowell, 315 Woman and Man, Tennyson, 146 Women Toilers, The, Evans, 279 Words, Author Unknown, 230 Words of the Gods, The, Emer- $o n> 3 10 Work Without Hope, Coleridge, 218 World Is One, The, White, 84 Worship, MacFie, 42 Ye Who Taste That Love Is Sweet, Rossetti, 156 Yesterday, Crane, 166 You and Today, Wilcox, 233 Young Lincoln, Markham, 269 Your Place, Oxcnham, 177 Youth, Jones, 68 INDEX OF FIRST LINES A Book of Verses, 131 A builder builded, 167 A commonplace life, 179 A creedless love, 29 A desert does not have, 195 A faithless generation, 249 A hut, and a tree, 252 A little work, 101 A man must live, 185 A Miracle? Is it more strange, 162 A narrow window, 230 A tree is built, 164 A wretched thing it were, 142 About the chilly, ragged, 151 About the little chambers, 213 Above, below, in sky, 109 Above dark cities, 257 Across my loom of years, 192 Across the bitter centuries, 24 Across the edges of the world, 39 Across the fields, 72 Afoot and lighthearted I take, 5 Ah, love, let us be true, 170 Ah me! Why may not love, 209 Ah, yet, ere I descend, 37 Alas for him who never, 71 All honor to him who shall win, 3 All Nature seems at work, 218 All that we say returns, 212 AH the world's a stage, 42 Although with lives submerged, 147 An endless line of splendor, 95 An enemy I had, 50 An old man going, 157 And did those feet, 281 And have the bright immensities, 130 And if tomorrow shall be sad, 209 And Nicodemus came by night, 79 And who will lead the way, 125 April whispered this, 107 Around us lies a world, 50 As the bee through the garden, 142 As the sculptor, 263 As to the seer, 175 Ask and it shall be given, 46 Ask of your soul, 269 At the heart of the cyclone, 45 Be noble! and the nobleness, 223 Be secret, heart, 78 Be thou guardian of the weak, 201 Be thy duty high as angels, 198 Beauty growing on a thorn, 91 Because I could not stop, 173 Because I have been given, 235 Because of you, 235 Before I brand a brother, 150 Behind thee leave, 254 Beyond the last horizon's rim, 160 Blessed is the man, 25 Blindfolded and alone, 152 Blow, blow, thou winter, 268 359 360 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Born in a borrowed cattle shed, 172 Boys flying kites, 230 Bring me men, 22 Build a little fence of trust, 276 But His lone cross, 24$ Cares and anxieties, 209 Christ claims our help, 250 Christ of the glowing heart, 126 Come, Children of Tomorrow, 188 Could I but teach man, 243 Day! Faster and more fast, 26 Be massa ob de sheepfol', 324 Dear God, I stand, 105 Dear Lord, I hold, 144 Dear Lord! Kind Lord! 147 Death, thou'rt a cordial, 35 Deathless, though godheads, i$i Defeat may serve as well, 246 Delve not so deep, 240 Did the rose-bush or the oak, 122 Do not fear, 259 Do you ask me how I prove, 226 Do you fear the force, 89 Down the valleys of Languedoc, 306 Each, in himself, 238 Earth gets its price, 39 Eternal Good which overlies, 258 Ever the words of the gods, 310 Expect the best, 86 Faith has no quarrel, 226 Father, I scarcely dare, 98 Father, we thank Thee, 189 Fear no more, 262 Flame of the spirit, 228 For age is opportunity, 158 For all things beautiful, 48 For I have learned to look, 7 For life, with all it yields, 156 Four things a man must learn, 61 Freedom and Faith, 145 From low to high, 187 Give me a gentle heart, 296 Give us Jesus Christ, 237 Glory of warrior, no Glory to them, 115 Go not, my soul, 257 Go thou thy way, in God counts time, 230 God give me joy, 248 God grant that I may never, 69 God, if this were enough, 17 God is behind all, 203 God is here, 41 God keep my heart attuned, 240 God must have loved the silence, 96 God of our fathers, 127 God send us a little home, 57 God spreads a book, 243 God, though this life, 2 God, who through ages past, 310 God will not change, 203 God, You need not make, 234 God's revelation of Himself, 208 Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold, 271 Great jewels glitter, 88 Great roads the Romans built, 2$4 Great things are done, 238 Greatly begin! though thou, 167 Hast thou named, 277 Have we seen her, 301 Have you come to the Red Sea, 273 He always said, 283 He built a house, 277 He made honest doors, 225 He placed a prayer wheel, 138 He prayed for strength, 220 He that is down, 191 He who ascends, 259 He who bends to himself, 255 He who has a thousand, x8o INDEX OF FIRST LINES 361 He who hath watched, 117 He who sees how action, 64 He wrote in the sand, 280 Heart free, hand free, 150 Heirs of great yesterdays, 26 Help me to suffer, 200 Here, in this little Bay, 49 Here is my heart, 283 Here, on these hills, 159 Here's a clean year, 79 High thoughts and noble, 141 How can I tell which days, 116 How can they honor Him, 204 How can you live in Goshen, 98 How can you smile when pain, 49 How dare we look, 106 How do I love thee, 320 How far that little candle, 9 How lovely is the silence, 255 How plain soe'er the house, 219 How shall I find it, 77 How shall we honor them, 218 How they have learned, 163 I almost never say, 317 I am a man who knew Abe Lin- coln, 287 I am a part of all, 225 I am fevered with the sunset, 286 I am glad to think, 136 I am grown haggard, 315 I am in love with high, 139 I am part of the sea, 106 I am the child, 161 I am tired of city sounds, 285 I am yesterday, 166 I believe a leaf of grass, 31 I bow my forehead, 144 I built a chimney, 207 I cannot find my way, 223 I do not ask a truce, 36 I do not fear, 157 I do not own an inch of land, 246 I dreamed, that stone by stone, 290 I had a garden, in I have come back, 138 I have found God, 266 I have seen an old faith, 155 I have wasted nothing, 52 I heard a cry, 292 I hold no cause worth, 36 I kneel to pray, 206 I know I am deathless, n I know not whether Laws, 267 I know your barren belief, 250 I lay among the ferns, 43 I lift my cup to Beauty, 303 I like a road, 66 I like the wide and common, 135 I like to see, 186 I live: this much I know, 72 I looked for Heaven, 245 I love the friendly faces, no I owned a little boat, 87 I prayed to see the face, 267 I saw them from our car today, 279 I saw them shining, 317 I say that I am wise, 217 I shall go out as all men, 260 I shall go out when the light, 205 I shall not tarry over scrolls, 178 I shall remember then, 68 I shot an arrow, 187 I sing the hymn, 14 I sing the song, 220 I sought to hear the voice, 223 I swept my house of life, 213 I thank the Lord for quiet, 117 I think God loves new temples, 241 I think God seeks this house, 307 I think he would have hated, 148 I too, have known, 140 I took a piece of plastic, 215 362 INDEX OF FIRST LINES I tramp a perpetual journey, 42 I walked alone to my Calvary, 9 I was a peasant, 121 I watched the Captains, 300 I went to school, 190 I will hew great windows, 248 I will not change, 299 I will not doubt, 107 I wish I had been, 316 I wish that there were, 70 I wonder that the metal, 200 I would not always reason, 86 If a wren can cling, 194 If gutter-puddles after rain, 193 If Jesus came back today, 37 If radio's slim fingers, 69 If sometimes I must hear, 315 If there were dreams, 224 If this is all, 197 If war is right, 124 If we should find unfinished, 188 If you have spoken, 176 If you sit down, 19 I'm going out, 313 In after days, 192 In ancient times, 170 In an old city, 2 In Flanders Fields, 4 In Love, if Love be Love, 73 In men whom men condemn, 228 In the late evening, 287 In this broad earth, 244 Into the Silent Land, 251 Is there no greater good, 123 Is your place a. small, 177 It is not growing, 237 It is portentous, 9 It lies not on the sunlit, 127 It were a double grief, 184 Jesus of Na2areth, 164 Joses, the brother of Jesus, 5 Late, late, so late, 16$ Leaf after leaf drops, 233 Leaves have their time, 197 Let me grow lovely, 206 Let me today do something, 18 Let us keep splendid loyalties, 41 Let us not think of our departed, 150 Let us thank God, 105 Let us walk softly, 314 Life, believe, is not a dream, 323 Life has loveliness to sell, 60 Life, in one semester, 202 Life is a narrow vale, 311 Life is too brief, 90 Life met me on the threshold, 82 Life owes me nothing, 16 Life's finest things, 75 Like smoke I vanish, 207 Little things, in the field, 103 Live and love, 113 Look up and not down, 160 Lord, for the erring thought, 94 Lord, forgive, 193 Lord, I do not ask, 253 Lord, in an age of steel, 93 Lord of all pots and pans, 304 Lord, let not my religion, 180 Love built this shrine, 61 Love is not love, 228 Make new friends, but keep, 212 Man and the pitiless waters, 297 Man is his own star, 202 Man must pass from old, 241 Man's life is like, 162 May every soul that touches, 239 Measure thy life by loss, 251 Men long have fought, 276 Men saw no portents, 269 More than two crosses, 102 Mourn not the dead, 265 Must I submissive bow, 81 My country is the world, 271 My good blade carves, 137 My house has windows, 179 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 363 My house is little, 131 My mind lets go a thousand, 51 My own dim life should teach, 91 No one sees me, 190 No show of bolts, 74 No tears, no sorrowing, 201 Not poppies plant not poppies, 25 Not serried ranks, 68 Now tell us what, 261 Now who will rise, 170 God! No more, 99 O God, we thank Thee, 222 Heart that beats, 127 O Lord, I pray, 33 O Lord, I would be great, 101 O purblind race, 225 Star that led the Wise Men, 308 that 'twere possible, 143 That which made us, 281 Thou as represented, 33 O Thou great friend, 312 O wide and shining, 199 O world invisible, 13 O year that is going, 34 you whom God hath called, 8 Oh, Love and Death, 278 Oh, when I am safe, 12 Oh, where is the sea, ij Oh! why should the spirit, 294 Oh, ye who taste, 156 Oldest of friends, 183 On me nor Priest, 224 One man craves a scarf, 229 Once riding in old Baltimore, 273 Once ran my prayer, 94 Only for these I pray, 95 Only That which made us, 281 Only the dream is real, 8$ Ope your doors, 256 Our motors pierce the clouds, 63 Past ruined Ilion, 47 Pass on the torch, 51 Peace does not mean, in Profit? Loss? 319 Progress is the law of life, 321 Rebellious heart, 322 Remember me when I am gone, 189 Remember three things, 65 Rest is not quitting. 167 Seeing how the world suffered, 128 Self-reverence, self-knowledge, 229 Sell all thou hast, 304 She is wise, our Ancient Mother, 207 Shine in, O sun, 161 Ships that pass in the night, 96 So as from year to year, 292 So faith is strong, 53 So heavy and so fraught with, 217 So here hath been dawning, 168 So live that when thy summons, 19 So nigh is grandeur, 139 Some day my spirit, 227 Some days my thoughts, 244 Some rainbow shreds of Hope, 172 Sometimes I wish, 30 Sometimes, when the grind, 297 Somewhere there lies, 195 Sound, sound the clarion, 205 Spring and Summer, 194 Spring still makes spring, 266 Stand straight, 55 Stars lie broken on a lake, 191 Still we who follow, 64 Stone walls do not a prison, 242 Strew the fair garlands, 323 Sullen skies today, 23 364 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Talk faith, 226 Tear down the walls, 125 Tell me of Progress, 7 Thank God, bless God, 196 Thank God for fools, 130 Thank you very much indeed, 136 That we are mortals, 242 The creed thy father built, 214 The curfew tolls the knell, 27 The desire of love, Joy, 236 The Dial faced the Summer, 308 The door is on the latch, 77 The dread of something, 211 The earth is weary, 123 The four brothers, 119 The God of things that are, 38 The greatest battle, 129 The healing of the world, 97 The heart is a strange, 99 The heart is cold, 155 The key of yesterday, 135 The kings are passing deathward, i$ The life of man, 231 The little cares that fretted, 178 The man who seeks one thing, 184 The mills of Lancashire, 374 The morning is the gate, 232 The One remains, 116 The only thing to cheer, 202 The poem I should like, 75 The roses red upon my neigh- bor's, 304 The softest whisperings, 124 The space which yields thee, 145 The splendor falls, 264 The sun lies light, 241 The thing we long for, 234 The traitor to Humanity, 21$ The trees along our city, 305 The White Christs, 56 The woman's cause, 146 The word of God came, 197 The world is one, 84 The world is wide, 240 The Writ of Loving Well, 97 The years race by, 55 Then life is to wake, 180 Then was earth made anew, 254 There are gains, 320 There are three lessons, 58 There is a City, 275 There is a mystic borderland, 216 There is a soul, 92 There is a tide, 108 There is an architecture, 143 There is no God, 220 There is room, 166 There lies the port, 54 There was a child, 252 There was a dreamer once, 45 There was a Knight, 253 There was a time when meadow, 82 There was no glory on the hills, 298 There's a breathless hush, 264 Therefore, when thou wouidat, 184 They are not long, the weeping, 54 They are slaves who fear, 88 They are the proudest, xi$ They bear no laurels, 16 They have not fought, 285 They list for me, xi6 They look so solemn and fine, 284 They pass mo by like shadows, 137 They went forth to battle, i They who once probed, 73 This is the day, 289 This is thy hour, 304 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 365 This music leads us far, 171 Those we love truly, 137 Those who are not mine, 128 Thou canst not wave, 256 Thou hast made me known, 149 Thou must be true, 146 Though love repine, 214 Threefold the stride of Time, 215 Three score and ten, 211 Three steps there are, 60 Three things I beg of Life, 118 Thy gifts without Thy grace, 114 Time flies, 30 Tis not for man to trifle, 208 To all who hope, 282 To every one on earth, 291 To keep my health, 246 To see the World, 165 To whom shall the world, 21 To you the torch we fling, 126 Today, new-born from all, 141 Tomorrow you are born anew, 210 Truants from love, 214 True love is but a humble, 148 True worth is in being, 247 Truth, crushed to earth, 59 Truth never dies, 158 Two men went up to pray, 44 Under the harvest moon, 29 Unto each his handiwork, 242 Unto my friends, 59 Use all your hidden forces, 239 Use well the moment, 72 Various the roads of life, 195 Wars are to be, they cry, 261 We are all of us dreamers, 58 We are the music-makers, n We are the toilers, 113 We are they that go, 313 We bear sealed orders, 4 We call them wrong, 290 We cannot kindle, 175 We cannot look beyond, 181 We dedicate a church, 286 We do not know, 169 We have no land, 120 We have saved the soul, 153 We know Thee, each in part, 213 We live in deeds, 215 We shall attain, 67 We shall build on, 182 We shall do so much, 309 What a piece of work, 22 What does he plant, 100 What is the cross, 198 What is the real good, 89 What makes a city great, 171 What of the darkness, 76 What shall I do to be just, 278 What though unmarked, 176 What to a man, 85 What were life, 258 What wish you, immortality, 249 When all is written and sung, 177 When before the cloud-white, 6 When brambles vex, 233 When fell Thy dreadful shadow, 319 When I consider Life, 174 When I heard the learn'd, 154 When men go down to the sea, 293 When on my day of life, 275 When spurred by tasks, 154 When the dumb Hour, 57 When the last day is ended, 46 When we build, 102 When we have thrown off, 20 When you and I have played, 245 Whence cometh war, 118 Where is Heaven, 34 Where is my kingdom, 156 Whence lies the land, 6$ Where men have held, 222 Where shall we get religion, 47 366 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Whichever way the wind, S 3 Who harbors Hatred, 284 Who is the happy Warrior, 62 Who loves the rain, 244 Whom does He love, 169 Why be afraid of death, 173 Why, who makes much, 80 With every rising of the sun, 233 With primal void, 231 Withhold all eulogies, 181 Within my earthly temple, 303 Within that semi-circle, 210 Work is devout, 42 Yesterday the twig, 92 Yet howsoever changed, 300 Yet not in solitude, 236 You arc the vision, 140 You in whose veins, 219 Your skill has fashioned, 32 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Acknowledgment is here made of the generous cooperation of both contributing poets and of publishers in the bringing together of this anthology of " quotable poems.'* The compiler has made every effort to trace the ownership of 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