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Watts. xit PAGE 96 98 100 102 104 1 06 107 107 108 108 roQ no III "5 engraved APOLOGIA TO SONGS OF THE HUMAN These songs are mine,— as Hfe itself is mine, Wherein I seek and gain the vision tine : Yet to me given. — as Hfe to Him is (hie Who makes me as a euj) for precious wine. Brinnning therfect sphere ; — Nay, when the union hath been made from heaven, How can it end when weicome home is given ? With love surpassing death I wed thee, Dear ! 32 Songs of the Human "Till decath do part,"-yeca, let this life dissever, If that there be no sacramental love ; Bonds all are vain, for those are wedded never By church and priest, if not by heaven above ; Freedom were thine, Love, whatsoe'er it cost me, Whene'er thou lovest not, then thou hast lost me, That is not home whencefrom hath flown the Dove ! ti ■■ , i 1 ■> I t! I: I r i flil: Goodbye ^a:n< i: more from thee I part, So Love, goodbye, y >t not >v ■ n'.ip;uished heart; Wliy i-ii^u ■ I iiigh ? God be with thee, as Friend, Good all thy steps attend, Love without stint or end — Dearest, good-bye ! Safe art thou in His care — God, Good and Love : Daily art by my prayer Blessed from above. All issues do belong To Goodness, who is strong ; He hath become my song- God, Good and Love. 34 lis Songs of the Human Whate'er the issue be, All shall be well ; When I may come to thee Waiting will tell. No word would I recall, He ruleth all in all, No thing is great or small. All shall be well ! r 35 I ! ! :ii w K :'^!i , The Change I IFE was a strange wild thing, A quest and a long desire, Till I met you ; Life burned like a slow dull fire Amid shadows bewildering, Till I met you. I'l \ But the white flame leaped to its height. And the terrible shadows fled, When I met you; So ended the strange wild dread, Life grows unto peace, in the light. Since I met you. The Beacon r\ LADDIE ayont the sea, I 'm needin' thee sair the nicht ! Whatena joy it would be Should I see in the flickerin' licht A face wi' a glist'nin' e'e, A face wi' its heart-luv' bricht. And ma heart should ken it was thee! Tae the headland aboon the sea, I slip frae the hoose, alane, I crooch doon there on nia knee. On the grund by the beacon-stane ; And the fire sune leaps for thee, To guide thee, ma laddie, ma ain, To shine far oot ower the sea, To tell how ma heart is fain,— And flames up wi' luv' for thee I 37 ■ A Vision of the Night A VISION I saw in a dream last night,— I lay asleep in the silence, hut heart was awake, Whose desires in the daytime hidden take forms of light, So my love came nigh me, nor took her flight Till pallidly came daybreak. Life of ray life I I touched thy hand, And a thrill of life through my innermost being sped ; If thy hand lead through the barrenest desert land, Then joys will leap from the burning sand Like flowers, where our feet may tread. Soul of my soul I I heard thy voice. Sweeter than low-breathed flute with its tremulous sound. Let me list to its music ever, O thou my Choice, Harmonious chords in my heart rejoice, And in harmony peace is found. But the vision must fly when the dawning shows, — At thy farewell touch on my lips, O my purest One, I burst into bloom with the joy, as the leaves unclose From the fragrant heart of the Summer's rose At thrill of the glowing sun. 38 A Closed book I TURN the leaves over, page by page, Then I close the book with a sudden pang ; You read me that poem,— some long past age ! I remember yet how the dear voice rang. Will the book have sorrow that darkness lies. Pressed down on the leaves where the words are writ? Will it cry with a yearning to see the eyes That once looked light to the heart of it ? If my heart could be closed thus, shut like a book, Forgetful of you, and the eyes that beam, — But you wakened life with the love of your look. And I in my darkness must dream and dream 39 i: II i; ! i fl ;M< "Miiil^: r The Dying Tree ' /^ AiNST your gnarly trunk a moment, just a moment she was leaning, With her silk-soft ha Ir against you, while my hopes were wild careening, Splintered spars by cordage swinging, wild wind blow- ing shock on shock ; — Can they over-ride the surging? Fears like clouds together flock ! As she leaned her head against you, did you feel the sap flow faster, As my heart beat, just to view her, knowing then how none surpassed her, — How I envied you the softness of the silken hair's caress, But she bade me then to leave her, and no other way would bless. 40 Songs of the Human Love is fire and yoii must meet it with the blaze of pa>4si()n holy ; Pride must vanish in its glowing, and the heart grow pure and lowly, — Did she seek the fii'e celestial when she spurned me from hei' side, Did she know my love would burn out ere the year itself had died ? Just a year, and yon are dying,— so you could not bear the gladness Of her touching you a moment, what ' longed for in my madness ; But the passion burnt to ashes, and the true love now is known, — Known too late, for you are dying, and I stand by you alone! 41 A Dreamer ' I pv REAMER of dreams, who dream you liav^e been dreaming, Only in that dream-shadow love retui'ned Makes glad your heart ; awake your love is spurned Yourself outcast, 'mong consorts ill-beseeming. Your way a desert ; pitilessly beaming, The sun glares down ; at night the plain that burned Hath winter's chill, —you dream that you dis- cerned Oasis-rest where water-pools were gleaming. You dreamed a dream came to you lying there, Of her in that far land who drove you forth ; And lo, like to a houri, graciously She brings you fruit and wine that she will share, — The dread simoon of madness, from the north Anear you whirls, — awake to truth, and pray ! 42 Advice 4 k i_j E who despairs is free, He who hopes on enslaved,"— Thus lightly answered she To one who guidance craved. "Why look expectant wise For favors from the maid ? Paths lie before thine eyes Wherethrough none yet have strayed "Be free, and Life explore Where no love-hope deludes, Joy shall be thine once more, Huzzas of multitudes. ill t! 43 Songs of the Human "When women shall admire, And men shall boast, thy fame, This present poor desire Will seem hemp-thread in flame. "Despair of love, and gain This larger joy instead." — He turned away in pain, " Love is my life," he said. 44 Not the End '-THOUGH all 's at an end now, Yet neither one weeps ; No tears she can spend now, His agony sleeps. Long frost ere the snow fell, Beat hard all the land; On him blow on blow fell. Thus, from her hand. So life-springs are sealed up, No buds can unfold, — Say not, wour ^s have healed up, Because they grow old. When warm days shall quiver. Flood-hursts will break forth. As when southland-born river Flows to the cold North. i'f. 45 1 Even-Star HE world waits hushed at even-time For the evening Star ; From the college clock-tower sounds the chime. So faint, so far. T Across wide, peaceful fields of grain The last light flees ; Like level-driven golden grain, That gilds the trees. But strong wild hopes, and fierce regret, Struggle in me ; What might have heen, can I forget, — Face what shall be? 46 Songs of the Human The earth hath peace!— yet ceaseless fires Within her strive ; — Then peace be mine, though wild desires Remain alive ! A Star shines where light-gleams dissolved,- ( Day's avatar) Must loves then fade, to be resolved Into one Star? I': i ■ i ! I: rl' 47 Covered Wings II •The white clay-cliffs from the beach lift high, By the rain drops chiselled to uncouth shapes, Far down on the shore the sandpipers cry, Where a brook flows in and its valley gapes. The martins chirp from their tunnelled haunts In the sheer high banks of the yellow sand, At the edge of the cliff the June-grass flaunts Her yellow banners, in reach of my hand. On a shining stem, mark, a beetle crawls ; As he sways in the wind I shrink with a dread, Man venturing so at some cliff-foot sprawls. But its wing-case lifts, and the gauze vans spread. There is one I know who has clambered out On a daring hope to its utmost end, Over death he sways, and I hope, — yet I doubt, If wings be the gift that his God will send. 48 es. id, ns A Twilight Flower T^HE flowei- of my heart was glowing red. Redder than flame in the sim ; I was like to die when my flower lay dead, But there came up another one. Few cared to look at its petals white, 'T is the red love they seek to gain ; But they shine for me in the dim twilight, - This flower is peace after pain. ! i I ! 1:! 49 - 1 i OF LOSING 1 I i I 1 1 ■i '. 1 "* ; I i 51 il m -i\ The Lost Ship AT last the Master-Biiilder Could build a ship of his own ; By the earnings of years he filled her. To trade with another zone. One morn with white sails flowing She gaily breasted the surge, And with tears he watched her going Beyond the horizon's verge. Is it the South Seas hold her? Or a northern ice-field grips? Says the neighbors growing bolder, 'T is the harbor of all lost ships ! " c( »r And the old, poor Master-Builder Is a by-word among the men ; His fancies, they say, bewilder, For he saith, "She will come again !" 53 i Forsaken C AD as finding unknown faces When heart sang a friend was there ; Weird as moonlight in strange places, So to love is love's despair. Swiftly now the sun is sinking, Shining in her waiting face, The tryst he set for "sundown," linking Words with many a fond embrace. The red ball in the water dipping Cloud-bands, broken, cannot hold ; She hears the small waves lipping, lipping, Feels the sea-breeze blowing cold. 54 Songs of the Human Light are words, and lightly spoken,— The hist beam glimmers at the verge, The cloud-bands now seem heart-strings broken, The wind to her sounds out a dirge. Hours go by,— she does not mark them, The lost sun draws her like a weight ; Voices call, she does not hark them. Her life has neither soon nor late. m Casting shadows in the hollow. Creeps the moon up like a ghost ; She thinks of ripening griefs to follow, Fruitage where joy-blooms promised best. j ; 55 m Epistles Unto a Maid I.— FAREWELL I. ' k Carewell,"— I say it with the strength of joy, P'or I am sure no evil shall befall ; God's love will be about thee like a wall Of unseen fire, wherein naught sLall destroy Thy peacefulness, if love thy thoughts employ. If love divine to thee be all in all. II. Farewell,— apart we cannot ever be! Love's music shall reach to thee wheresoe'er Beneath the dome of blue thou mayest fare. Well shalt thou fare, true love will follow thee, Nor I be sad, if thy love come to me, For love can flash through leagues of viewless air. 56 Songs of the Human III. Thou art brought nigh me by the fragrant breeze, By every pleasure of the summer tide ; Alone I walk, yet thou art by my side, My Queen who art, and seeking thee to please I shape my life by thine august decrees ; Lowly was I, but thou hast given me pride. : ]oy, I T 3y» leer are. lee, ^wless IV. For thou dost make all true men chivalrous, And where thou goest blessings follow thee ; Unconscious of thy grace thou mayest be, Yet hearts cry out, "There hath been born to us, >This day, a Queen by right divine, and thus We are ennobled following her decree." V. When like mist on the breast of ocean hoar My soul expands forth to the Infinite, Like pulsing sun-rays through the fog that flit Till clear as light it lifts, expanding more, I feel thy love through all my being pour And thus I rise, with light of God uplit. J 57 I: Songs of the Human VI. On plains beneath I mingled with the fight, All dust-begrimed, and hoarse with battle-shout ; With clanging arms drove enemies to rout, While clouds of conflict rose and veiled the sight ; A hero then, in purpose and in might, 'Mid battle-din, and sun-obscuring doubt. VII. And high above us dwelt the gods, serene. Beholding all the war, who fought, who fell, Guiding both slave and hero by their spell ;— No more I mingle with that strife terrene, A spirit-power I wield, not weapons keen, For now through love among the gods I dwelL i I VIII. By the flame-touch of Love my soul was brought Unto this fire-birth, and I felt it rend Its earthly bands ; the lower life had end ; Wide-winged I launched myself through si)ace and sought * No longer painfully for utmost bounds of tho\ight, I felt mv soul to farthest star extend. 58 Songs of the Human IX. So, Love, how canst thou ever be afar ! My love is round thee like an atmosphere, When thou dost call, I answer, " I am here ; " Although thou wert a dweller in the star Whose light can pierce not through the distance-bar To earthly eyes, I 'd be around thee, Dear ! X. Nor need we fear the evening dusk of death ; Darkness may gather at the eventide, But in the home new light and joy abide, — How else in that the Father fashioneth ? Death is a door, and our life is His breath That ceases not, — what ill can then betide I XI. Full well thou knowest that I hold thee dear, But, like dark clouds blown by the thunder-gust, Love's self may hurry fears ; now these ai'e thrust So far away that all my heaven is clear. No star of hope is hidden by a fear,— I give thee more than love, I give thee trust. 59 M Songs of the Human XII. Be faithful thou, Heart's Dearest, so that I May never know the anguish that must come When what is trusted fails, the heart grows numb. And God is lost, — nay, let that thought pass by ; Our trust is pledge that Love will satisfy The hope that gropes, the longings that are dumb. XIII. Not " satisfied," our hearts may be content ; I love with all my soul and strength and mind, My spirit is with thy soul intertwined, And thou has given all ;— so Eros meant The heart should gain its wealth by love expent ; And by our gifting is his covenant signed. XIV. And when thou art beyond the surging main, — Although between us continents be broad. No power that is, our spirits can defraud Of fire immortal, as the t)ne from twain Kindles, and glows, and ever i aketh gain, Till consciously our soul grows oni' with God ! 60 Songs of the Human II.— EXPECTANCY I. y^s one who climbs his toilsome eastwcard way While expectation stills the morning wind, And turning marks the glow of clouds behind That iine the west, while yet the shadows gray Crowd round about his path, who greets the day Beyond the frowning mountain-crest enshrined,- II. I turn one backward look to those far days When love began, and lo, they catch the gleam Of dawn more wonderful than in a dream The heart conceived ; mine have been darkened ways. But I toil on expectant that the blaze Of love beyond heart's hope shall on me beam. 6i i i 81 II r !f Songs of the Human III. I faint, I fail, I die,— and live again In thrills of love thou sendest on the air ; Restoring thus my soul thou dost prepare For larger life ; though now beyond the ken Of these mine eyes, I shall behold thee when My soul the effulgence of thy love can bear. IV. I am a prisoner, whom men call " free ; " Be it a hemisphere, or one small room Where thou art not, therein it is my doom, As one who gazes o'er the green-gray sea, To strain my eyes to catch one glimpse of thee. To strain my ears through all the midnight gloom V. Kept from thee thus, how can I else than fret, I who would be the strong- winged bird that soars. And joyous song down to his mate outpours ? Like straggling vines near to the window set, That seek the light, I turn to thee, for yet Thou art my su nlight and my out-of-doors. 6a Songs of the Human VI. To thee I feel each leaf and fibre turn, And forth to thee my spirit opes her flowers ; I cannot live but in the sunny hours, 'T is death while others joy, and false lights burn ; Thinking of thee the ^Uttering show I spurn. Longing for freshness of the forest bowers. VII. My life's completeness men have envied me, — That I need not the many ministries Which bring dependence, that nor blame nor praise Can move ; but what such loneliness may be My heart can tell, that yearns the more for thee Because in silence I must pass my days. VIII. Bethink thee how a king of old would fear To show his treasure-house to men whose thought Would be of theft, — to break the gem-inwiought Gold-foliaged artist work, the precious gear Which life's work made, that for one foolish year Wine and life-wasting revel might be bought. 63 r ) I if: a- \i Songs of the Human IX. ISo hath man's heart its inmost treasury, Where some would enter only to despoil ; Or make base use of that which hallowed toil Hath fashioned ; yet the king the whole would lay Before the child-heart who would him repay With knowledge of its worth, and heart's love loyal. X. And for that other only, is prepared The treasure of the life ; it may be shown To none but her. The best is to be known, When unto love the inmost soul is bared ; There is no value but in treasure shared And no life is complete that is alone. XI. Dost read my parable, thou Woman True ? And know the sacred things I guard are thine ? No step profane hath entered to that shrine. Where secret hopes, and love forever new, Are waiting thee ; all barriers love withdrew. And I am wholly thine since thou art mine. 1^ i 64 Songs of the Human XII. Yet dost thou love ? Mayhap my song sounds far Like voices through a mist, for ecstasies From earth uplift thee to the heavenlies ; Nay, Love, despise not them who lowlier are, E'en though thou art to many as the star That gathers up the sun's last golden rays. XIII. There may be thousand ways, in other spheres, Of learning thy soul's greatness and its quest ; Earth hath but one way, Dearest, leave the rest To be discovered in the circling years Marked by some sun that now a star appears, — Earth's way is love, for this life love is best. XIV. Thus thou wilt learn what verily is "True ; " Dear Love, these words of thine are surely vain :. " Love is but selfishness enlarged, so twain May joy together, let the whole world rue ; " Love is God's Presence understood by two. And there is no more sorrow, no more pain. I* 6s Songs of the Human in.— RE-UNION I. A MONO the snow-clad nioiintaiiis, that enchain A continent with spreading plains so vast That man thereon doth feel himself outcast, And seeks for tree, or stone, or shrub in vain. That from its wideness he may shelter gain, — A river rose, and to the prairie passed. II. Pure was its birth, begot by ardent sun, And of the white snow born ; but there wei-e rocks To bar its course, and oft with sudden shocks The paths would fail, then foaming it would run Down crevices, through pools where eddies spun, Bursting the bars that jealoiis winter locks. 66 Songs of the Human III. The sullen rocks were angry at its joy, They sought to trip the child with clumsy feet ; And it learned anger too, and spray would beat Against their faces, and loud cries annoy ; But naught its eager impulse could destroy. Delay they might, but never cause retreat. IV. But shattering fall and foamy rapids past. Forth on the plain exultant now it pours ; No longer beating at the mountain doors, Repulsed, made angry, free course comes at last ; The waters swirling faster and more fast, Swing little songful waves to all the shores. V. Fearing the lonesome plain, the poplars crowd Along its banks ; flutters of soft applause Sound 'mong their leaves, whene'er there comes a pause In that glad river-song, which sounds aloud The joy of freedom in a soul unco wed. Whose majesty is greater than man's laws. 67 li ft I i ( Songs of the Human VI. But now through star-lit silence comes a sound, The distant whisper of another song ; As times go by the singing grows more strong, The wide flood quivers, wondering hath he found The mate who makes of life the perfect round ; The two streams evei- nearing flow along. VII. Soon to his question all things answer, yea ; And, calmly as it were no wondrous thing, The two floods join ; but happy hearts must sing,— Hear in the rapids that now leap and play : " Loving, beloved, this is the glad new way, Join twain in one and three-fold joy will spring ! " VIII. Mountain-begotten, by the earth conceived, Pure to the sun's look she began her flow ; Flowers leaned to greet her, song birds seemed to know That she was favored ; all the land believed Her blessed, and the sighing pine-trees grieved That from their hills they could no homage show. 68 ; 'J Songs of the Human IX. Yet sho joiiunl one hofouled with weary strife ; Behold, they enter now a silent lake, — This is love's peace, wherein he will forsake The restless will ; from earth-stain rid his life, And issue forth, completed in the wife, While s wake. through him will find a new strength I journeyed on that clear stream, well content To wait long years if I true lf)ve could meet ; And now, O Holy Woman, thee I greet 1 Join we in one love's treasuries unspent. So shall our joined lives be beneficent. And thou in me, and I in thee complete. XI. Thou hast but dreamed of conflicts I have known ; But fear thou not, in thee I gain release From hostile fate, in love I gain surcease From strifes with self that rouse the anguished groan; Let us but love, and trust to love alone, So through love's ecstasy come to love's peace. 69 l|i Songs of the Human XII. I know full well how glad thy heart Vvill be. And mine,— already hath its overflow ! O Lc k^e, such joy angels desire to know, Yet they so perfect are, they are not free To love and be beloved, and thereby see The heart to its divine completeness grow m * * ■it ^^ Dominus dedit, Dominus abstuUt ; sit nomen Domini benedictum i" 70 ' I Like a Dead Tree [)EAD.. . dead... dead I It sounds on the evening breeze, That rustles 'niong scented fern, And sways the murmuring trees. I« it I or she that is dead? Do dead people cry and yearn As I while I wander on Where the desolate pine-trees stand, Dead in this fire-scathed land? Their roots are firm in the earth. But the tassels of green are gone ; Leaping from trunk to bough, The blaze, with its crackling mirth, Shrivelled the life-giving leave. Ncorching the bole, till now Life comes from the roots no more. And their firmness only deceives. 71 I! Songs of the Human I p Dead . . . dead . . . dead ! I am dead like the blackened pines, — Firndy they stand 'gainst the shocks Of the wintry wind that whines 'Mong the caves of the rocky shore, — Stern as the worn gray rocks. And sternly I too withstand The storm of hatred and scorn, Bnt the joy of living is fled : I dwell in a desolate land, No longer I welcome the morn, It only shows me my dead ! i li 72 From "The Diary op a Lonely Soul" BEREAVEMENT A^ HOPE lies dead ; my very own was she, J/y lov^e begotten, cherished for long years, She was not dead, O Master, when for thee I went ; now friends cry t)ut 'mid tears : '• Thy Hope is dead, the Master comes too late ! " Save me my daughter,— speak in her deaf ears?, "Talitha cnini," Lord ! In faith unmoved I wait. Like one who wanders to the glowing west, Then in dim twilight must his steps retrace, So I with weary heart that will not rest Must backward go : to earth 1 turn my face, So I may only see the narrow path ; Not send desires outreaching into space, But make mv soul content with that dim wav she hath. 73 Songs of the Human When in the vulley, like a child she trembled, Eager to know what lay beyond the hills ; When sorrow came, or daily cares assembled, She marked the toiling river tm'n its mills, And thought her life thus weary, till she craved The laughing freedom of the mountain rills,— And found herself by her desires the more enslaved. In bondage to desire she gratifies The darling wish, leaving the vale behind ; And o'er the mountain finds,— not Paradise, But paths more rugged, stronger cares to bind Their burden on the toiler, fewer friends To cheer with merry words and greetings kind : She clambers on, but with the toil her dreaming ends. All this I knew, yet blindly loved my hope ; Could say, my heart shall never suffer loss, For I do gain therein the strength to cope With seen and unseen powers, that heave and toss The soul like drift upon the yeasty waves. My Hope is dead, — the pathway of the cross Is mine, whii^ yet my heart the human, lost love craves. 74 Songs of the Human But if true life be that which is " eternal," Then this is but a single deep-drawn breath, Whereby I climb up, — up from the infernal, To that supernal whei'e no dark- winged death Can soar, no loss or change destroy ; Help thou my soul that upward clambereth, And doth not will to moui-n the dying of a joy. DOUBT How will it be when age hath made me hoar? I whispered to one toying with my hair. Who answered, "Then I shall but love thee more" ! And ere the silver threads were woven there By sorrow's touch, the human change had come ; But ev'n to hoar hairs thou thine own dost bear. If I should fear thy change, my praying lips were dumb ! i : ' God, may perfect love cast out all fear ; 1 do not doubt thee, yet false thoughts flit by, And then I wonder art thou ever near, Nearer than breath, than light that fills mine eye ; Burn, burn the fear out with thy love divine. Save me by fire, that so this cleansed " I " Thee may reflect, and shine out love, love that is thine. 75 Songs of the Human LONELINESS One time methought this earth were very Heaven, I saw all things made new as by a spell ; Methought thy gift of love to me was given, A helping love close to my heart to dwell, — But ere I could exult, love's death took all. I hear one, emptied thus, with glad face tell That thou wilt give thyself, when gifts thou dost recall. Give me the truth-filled mind ; I crave not wealth, Lest I become sick-bodied, selfish-hearted ; I crave thy life, I crave exultant health That triumphs most when selfishness is thwarted ; Let me be fearless, certain thou has known How it is best that loving hearts be parted. And how tliou seest it good for m(> to be alone. SUFFERING This life he knows so well who was thy Son, Thy likeness on the earth, to show thy heart ; Friends fail, and of the people there is none To know the agony, the bruise, the smart That gives life for them, wdien thou to the lip Dost press that cup ; yet they who choose this part. With thee the Father, and the Son, gain feil