VI. Then we grow into thought,-and with inward as censions Touch the bounds of our Being. We lie in the dark here, swathed doubly around About and above us,--until the strong arch The sense of the mystical march. And wecry to them softly, 'Come nearer, come nearer, And lift up the lap of this Dark, and speak clearer, And teach us the song that ye sung.' And we smile in our thought if they answer or no, And we ask not their name; Of the world's prison-place. And we sing back the songs as we guess them, aloud; And we send up the lark of our music that cuts Untired through the cloud, To beat with its wings at the lattice Heaven shuts; Yet the angels look down and the mortals look up As the little wings beat, And the poet is blessed with their pity or hope. 'Twixt the heavens and the earth can a poct despond? O Life, O Beyond, Thou art strange, thou art sweet! VII. Then we wring from our souls their applicative strength, And bend to the cord the strong bow of our ken, And bringing our lives to the level of others Hold the cup we have filled, to their uses at length. ‘Help me, God! love me, man! I am man among men, And my life is a pledge Of the ease of another's!' From the fire and the water we drive out the steam With a rush and a roar and the speed of a dream; And the car without horses, the car without wings Roars onward and flies On its grey iron edge, 'Neath the heat of a Thought sitting still in our eyes. And our hand knots in air, with the bridge that it flings. Two peaks far disrupted by ocean and skies, And, lifting a fold of the smooth-flowing Thames, Draws under the world with its turmoils and pothers, While the swans float on softly, untouched in their calms By humanity's hum at the root of the springs. And with reachings of Thought we reach down to the deeps Of the souls of our brothers,We teach them full words with our slow-moving lips, 'God,' 'Liberty,' 'Truth,'-which they harken and think And work into harmony, link upon link, Till the silver meets round the earth gelid and dense, Shedding sparks of electric responding intense On the dark of eclipse. Then we hear through the silence and glory afar, As from shores of a star In aphelion, the new generations that cry Disenthralled by our voice to harmonious reply, ‘God,' ‘Liberty,'" 'Truth!' We are glorious forsooth And our name has a seat, Though the shroud should be donned. Thou art strange, thou art sweet! VIII. Help me, God-help me, man! I am low, I am weak- And I feel the externe and insensate creep in I sob not, nor shriek, Yet I faint fast away! I am strong in the spirit,-deep-thoughted, cleareyed, I could walk, step for step, with an angel beside, On the heaven-heights of truth! Oh, the soul keeps its youth, But the body faints sore, it is tired in the race, The rein drops from its hold-. It sinks back, with the death in its face. On, chariot-on, soul, Ye are all the more fleet Be alone at the goal Of the strange and the sweet! VOL. 11.-11 IX. Love us, God, love us, man! we believe, we achieveLet us love, let us live, For the acts correspond; We are glorious-and DIE! And again on the knee of a mild Mystery Here we lie. O DEATH, O BEYOND, Thou art sweet, thou art strange! A LAY OF THE EARLY ROSE. 'discordance that can accord.' ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE A ROSE Once grew within In her loneness, in her loneness, A white rose delicate On a tall bough and straight. Her pretty gestes did win 'For if I wait,' said she, 'Till time for roses be,— For the moss-rose and the musk-rose, 'What glory then for me 'Nay, let me in,' said she, 'Before the rest are free,In my loneness, in my loneness, All the fairer for that oneness. 'For I would lonely stand On a mission, on a mission, 'Upon which lifted sign, What worship will be mine? What addressing, what caressing, And what thanks and praise and blessing! 'A windlike joy will rush Bending softly in affection, 'Insects, that only may Live in a sunbright ray, To my whiteness, to my whiteness, |