THE SOLDIER-BOY I GIVE my soldier-boy a blade, In fair Damascus fashion'd well; That for no mean or hireling trade, Cool, calm, and clear, the lucid flood In which its tempering work was done : As calm, as clear, as cool of mood, Be thou whene'er it sees the sun. For country's claim, at honor's call, For outraged friend, insulted maid, At mercy's voice to bid it fall, I give my soldier-boy a blade. The eye which mark'd its peerless edge, The hand that weigh'd its balanced poise, Anvil and pincers, forge and wedge, noise And still the gleaming sword remains; So, when in dust I low am laid, Remember by these heart-felt strains, I gave my soldier-boy a blade. ing, The joyous playmate of the buxom breeze, Thou the light sail boldly spreadest, Thou canst not fear, For though the tides with restless motion Lame is art, and her endeavor Small Marinere, Are thine within thy pearly dwelling : THE BIRTH OF SPEECH WHAT was 't awaken'd first the untried ear Of that sole man who was all human kind? Was it the gladsome welcome of the wind, Stirring the leaves that never yet were sere? The four mellifluous streams which flow'd so near, Their lulling murmurs all in one combin'd? The note of bird unnam'd? The startled hind Bursting the brake — in wonder, not in fear, THE Soul of man is larger than the sky, To know thyself, and in thyself to be Serene of thought, unhurt by thy own flame. BE not afraid to pray to pray is right. Pray, if thou canst, with hope; but ever pray, Though hope be weak, or sick with long delay; Pray in the darkness, if there be no light. Far is the time, remote from human sight, When war and discord on the earth shall cease; Yet every prayer for universal peace Though it be what thou canst not hope to see: Pray to be perfect, though material leaven Forbid the spirit so on earth to be; But if for any wish thou darest not pray, Then pray to God to cast that wish away. |