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DAUGHTERS OF DAWN 
 
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DAUGHTERS OF DAWN 
 
 A LYRICAL PAGEANT 
 
 OR SERIES OF HISTORIC SCENES 
 
 FOR PRESENTATION mm 
 
 MUSIC AND DANCING 
 
 BY 
 
 BLISS CARMAN AND 
 MARY PERRY KING 
 
 WITH FIFTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 ^'What cannot be said can be sung, 
 IVhat cannot be sung can be danced" 
 
 NEWYORK 
 MITCHELL KENNERLEY 
 
 1913 
 
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 Copyright 11)13 by 
 Mitchell KennerUy 
 
 The dramatic rights for acting and 
 reading of DaughUrs of Dawn, to- 
 gether with its music, stage directions 
 and costur.e specif cations for acting and 
 for reading, illustrated by tableaux 
 vivants, may be had of the authors. 
 There are also lantern-slide illustra- 
 tions that may be used together with 
 music to accompany readings from the 
 Pageant. 
 
 Prtss of y. J. Little & Ives Cor any 
 
 East Twenty-fourth Utree. 
 
 New Tork 
 
TO UF.NRIF.TTy1 HO^Er 
 
 ff'nu IIOMMCK AND .IfFECTtON 
 
 IN HAk'Pr APl'RFCl,l'/ON OF HER : RyiCB 
 
 TO THE CAUSE OF ART 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 IN rereading one of Edward Carpenter's 
 wise books the other day I came upon 
 the following suggestive passages, which 
 express very well the thought underlying the 
 Daughters of Dawn: 
 
 "Far back out of the brows of Greek 
 goddess, and Sibyl, and Norse and Ger- 
 man seeress and prophetess, over all this 
 petty civilization look the grand untamed 
 eyes of a primal woman the equal and the 
 mate of man; and in sad plight should we 
 be if we might not already, lighting up 
 the horizon from East and West and 
 South and North, discern the answering 
 looks of those newcomers who, as the pe- 
 riod of women's enslavement is passing 
 away, send glances of recognition across 
 the ages to their elder sisters." 
 
 'The Greek goddesses look down and 
 across the ages to the very outposts 
 beyond civilization; and already from 
 America, Australasia, Africa, Norway, 
 
VI 
 
 INTRODUCTION 
 
 Russia, as even in our midst from those 
 who have crossed the border-line of all 
 class and caste, glance forth the features 
 of a grander type — fearless and untamed 
 — the primal merging into the future 
 Woman; who * * * will help us to 
 undo the bonds of death which encircle 
 the present society, and open the doors to 
 a new and a wider life." 
 
 Daughters of Dawn, literally written in 
 collaboration, was originally planned by Mrs. 
 King to serve as a series of studies in her 
 new educational movement, in which the three 
 rhythmic arts, poetry, music, and dancing, or 
 interpretive motion, are combined for artistic 
 and cultural purposes. Even if I had origi- 
 nated such a work and been rash enough to 
 begin it alone, I could not unaided have given 
 it anything like its present effectiveness, verac- 
 ity, and conciseness, nor many of the beauties 
 of thought and expression which I am glad to 
 think it possesses. As there appeared to be 
 no more appropriate name for dances or small 
 motion dramas of this sort, in which the in- 
 terpretation of the spoken verse is furthered 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 Vll 
 
 simultaneously by adapted music and rhythmic 
 motion which may or may not include dancing, 
 we have been calling them Rhythmics. 
 
 Of the great company of illustrious women 
 of the ages, many others might also have been 
 chosen for such a work. These Daughters of 
 Dawn were selected as typical chiefly of the 
 liberal and beneficent power of woman's na- 
 ture in her leadership and ascendancy in the 
 life of the spirit and the destiny of the world. 
 Selection was made of episodes lyrical rather 
 than dramatic in feeling and significance, as 
 most readily lending themselves to lyric treat- 
 ment in verse, music, and motion. 
 
 Our best thanks are due to friends for gen- 
 erous aid in creating the various roles— to 
 Miss Irmgard von Rottenthal for her poetic 
 study of Eve, to Miss Hedwig Reicher for her 
 masterly studies of Deborah and Balkis, to 
 Miss Mirzah Cheslir for her studies of Sappho 
 and a truly wonderful Mary, to Miss Ray 
 Cohen for her exquisite interpretation of Izeyl, 
 to Mrs. Bayard Redficid for her fine concep- 
 tion of Zenobia, to Miss Dorothy Dean for 
 her most adequate Jeanne d'Arc, and to Miss 
 
 
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 INTRODUCTION 
 
 Gertrude Lynch for her very gracious ren- 
 dering of Vittoria Colonna. Our grateful ac- 
 knowledgments belong also to Mr. B. J. F Ik, 
 who brought the interest of an old friend and 
 the painstaking skill of an artist to the making 
 of the photographic studies from which the il- 
 lustrations are taken. 
 
 The writing of the various scenes, prologues, 
 and choruses, and the selection and arrange- 
 ment of the costumes, involved painstaking to 
 insure their historic accuracy and consistency, 
 so far as might be. In the different meters 
 used in the dialogues an attempt has been made 
 to secure in each case a verse form expression- 
 ally appropriate to the scene. These are but 
 working considerations, but they may prove of 
 service to students who may wish to use the 
 Pageant at any time. 
 
 B. C. 
 
 New Canaan, Connecticut, 
 October, 19 1 2. 
 
OPENING PROLOGUE 
 
 AND 
 
 CHORTTS 
 
PERSONS IN THE PROLOGUES AND CHORUSES 
 
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 A Poet 
 
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 yis the curtain rises on a front scene Time 
 ^^>d A Poet enter from the left. Time ,,alks 
 a lUlle tn advance of his companion and mov- 
 tng toivard the centre of the stage delivers the 
 prologue. 
 
 OpexVing Prologue 
 
 In the crystal sphere of time that swings 
 
 through space 
 All loveliness survives. Each ardent grace, 
 Joyance, and noble passion, leaves its trace 
 Imperishable there. 
 
 And he who gazes In that magic glass 
 May see the pageant of the ages pass, 
 V.vid and glad ^.d glorious as It was, 
 In Its great hours of flare. 
 
 In scarlet tatters and in webs of gold, 
 Heroic ecstasies and dramas old, 
 Their core of wisdom and high glamour hold, 
 lo bid men choose and dare. 
 
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DAUGHTERS OF DAWN 
 
 frith the conclusion of his speech, Time 
 passes on across the stage to exit at the right. 
 Music at once takes up the theme of the pro- 
 logue and leads ittto the theme of the Ij ic 
 chorus. As it ceases, the chorus follows, 
 spoken by the Poet, who does not move far 
 from his place of entrance. 
 
 OpiiNiNG Chorus 
 
 Who are these who pass by 
 With victorious mien, 
 Deathless light in the eye, 
 Fadeless glory and sheen 
 In their mystical beauty and bearing;, their 
 power to bless or to ban? 
 
 These are they who aspired 
 And were wise in their day, 
 Daring all they desired 
 Through din and dismay. 
 To foster the hope and the vision, — their share 
 in the infinite plan. 
 
 They dreamed and endured 
 To bring gladness to birth, 
 
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DAUviHTLKS OF DAWN 
 
 That joy might be lured 
 From the sorrow of earth, 
 For the making of ever new Edens, to perfect 
 what creation began. 
 
 They cherished the spark; 
 They protected the flame 
 From the winds and the dark; 
 To them the word came; 
 Their bodies were altars of love, and their 
 faith was the rapture of man. 
 
 Whether beauty and truth 
 Were the stars of their power, 
 Or the ardor of youth, 
 Or the pride of the hour, 
 They broidered the banners they followed, 
 while the sands of the hour-glass ran. 
 
 So from age unto age 
 Their beauty shall glow, 
 To brighten the page 
 Of earth's warfare and woe. 
 As the stars in the arches of heaven illumine 
 the darkness they span. 
 
 
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 .// the conclusion of this chorus the Wn.v 
 retires, and music follows with a glorifica- 
 tion of I'e general thenvr of the Pageant. 
 
 The same procedure is followed at the be- 
 ginning of the various scenes, Timk speaking 
 the prologues, and the Poet reciting .he lyric 
 choruses,— Kith only this difference, that at the 
 close of each chorus the curtain rises immedi- 
 ately, disclosing a realization of the Poet's vi- 
 sion, while the speaker makes his exit with eyes 
 on the scene or remains half-concealed near 
 his place of entrance, as an onlooker. 
 
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 Prologue 
 
 Lone In the strangeness of a dim new world 
 Untutored, unbcfriendcd, alien, man 
 Moved to his destiny of perilous power 
 Between his ecstasies of hope and fear. 
 And wonder was upon him, and desire. 
 
 His strength was spent on rock and tree in 
 vain ; 
 
 His running reached no goal but loneliness; 
 Silent derision waited on his toil; 
 And ever the world-sorrow bore him down, 
 His great heart beaten by futility. 
 
 Then on a morning after monstrous storm, 
 A spirit whispered through the great dumb 
 blue, 
 
 And there emerged among the gentle hills, 
 Loving, humane, mysterious, the form 
 Of beauty made in h'keness of his dream. 
 
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 Chorus 
 
 Who Is this ardor-paled 
 O'er her blood's coral stain, 
 v^eiled as mountains are veiled 
 In a mist of blue rain? 
 She is fair as the great winter moonlight, and 
 frail as Aprilian flowers. 
 
 In her eyes there are gleams 
 Of the sun and the sea. 
 And unfathomed dreams 
 Of the ages to be ; 
 Her beauty and wind-shod exulting take little 
 account of the hours. 
 
 She moves like the drifts 
 Of fog on the tide, 
 Or the faint smoke that lifts 
 From the purple 1 Iside; 
 And men at her beauty shall wonder, while 
 wonder and beauty abide. 
 
 She fears not the portal 
 Of life nor of death; 
 
DAUGHTERS OF DAWN 
 
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 She is tender and mortal 
 And subtle as breath; 
 And her voice is the call of the ages that quick- 
 ens this substance of ours. 
 
 Her love is a thing 
 Without hate or regret, 
 Yet in twiHo-Jus of spring 
 Will her eyelids be wet 
 With st ige immemorial sorrow. She is Eve 
 of tne mystical powers. 
 
 A wooded glade in Paradise. A running 
 stream through a meadow. The sea line in the 
 distance. Birds, butterflies, flowers, and crea- 
 tures. Morning sunlight. Eve appears among 
 the trees, and accompanies her soliloquy with 
 primitive expressive motion. At its close Adam 
 ts seen through the trees, and speaks. 
 
 Eve 
 Dear life I Earth and sun and sea-line! 
 Shadowy .oods and shining river! 
 Flowers and meadows fresh with morning, 
 Calhng birds that sway and flutter. 
 Soaring glad and free! 
 
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 What Is all this wonder round me, 
 VV^ih its ravishing enchantment? 
 The leaves whisper; the grey water 
 Murmurs to the blue day; all things 
 Promise more and more. 
 
 And this mist of gold about me? 
 
 Running and seeing her reflection in the 
 
 stream 
 I am swift . . . and light ... and comely. 
 Like the birds, T call. Come, wander 
 Like the creatures I What am I, and 
 
 What are these to me? 
 
 Lovely sun, shine warm upon me I 
 Unseen wind, come and caress me ! 
 Good earth, kiss my feet and take me 
 On long journeys, day and night-time, 
 Gladly everywhere. 
 
 Nothing answers to my calling! 
 Nothing solaces my longing! 
 Why are all things unresponding? 
 Why is all my being lonely? 
 Is this Paradise? 
 
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Through the shadows there's a shadow 
 Coming. Through the trees I sec him 
 L.ke rre . . . stronger! Ah, his presence ' 
 Makes me gladder, gladder, gladder 
 What am I to thee ? 
 
 Adam 
 Have I not imaged thy face 
 Out of the sunrise and dreams? 
 i ave I not sought thy trace, 
 Through the spring woods and streams? 
 The print in the vanishing dew, 
 The call that died on the air, 
 Lured me ever anew. 
 But never thyself was there. 
 I stretched forth hands to the sun, 
 I breathed my prayer through thl rain 
 I called to the clouds that run; 
 They answered me not again. ' 
 I have heard at the world's far edge 
 The great winds boom and moan; 
 I have harked to the whispering sedge- 
 But they spoke in a tongue unknown. ' 
 And ever the throbbing ache 
 Beat in my throat and side,— 
 
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 DAUGHTERS OF DAWN 
 
 The hunger I could not slake, 
 The craving that would not bide; 
 And ever the gleaming choice 
 Drew me forth on the trail, 
 Where never a kindred voice 
 Answered my desolate hail. 
 
 Thy glistening bosom swells 
 
 In the light of thy wondrous hair, 
 
 Like a sunlit hilltop that tells 
 
 The watcher day is there. 
 
 The croon of thy voice like the wind, 
 
 The sway of thy body like fire. 
 
 The glory of m.in shall bind 
 
 To the soul of thy desire. 
 
 Here let the sun stand still. 
 The wandering stream be stayed, 
 The shadow rest on the hill. 
 The wind play low in the glade I 
 For I have found Paradise, 
 And dread has lost its power. 
 Here let the great moon rise 
 On an enchanted hour! 
 
 Curtain and Music 
 
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 II 
 
 DEBORAH 
 Tivelfth Century B. C. 
 
 
PERSONS IN THE SCENE 
 
 Deborah 
 
 Barak 
 
 Captains and Chief Men of Israel 
 
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 The ages pass, and with enormous wars 
 Sorrows and triumphs and enduring toil, 
 The earth-child Man puts off his savagery, 
 And w.th the growing wisdom of the earth 
 Learns law and artistry and paths to power. 
 
 He builds in Egypt mammoth pyramids; 
 in Bnbylon his gilded temples rise- 
 T.ll strength and beauty fill his 'heart with 
 pride. 
 
 Then eomes a nomad people with their tents 
 Dreamers and wanderers with flocks and herds. 
 
 Captive, oppressed, arrogant and unsubdued, 
 Forever cherishing their racial dream 
 Out of the desert, seeking pasturage, 
 To the rich valleys of the West they come,- 
 The tnbes of Israel to their promised land. 
 
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 What prophetess stands, 
 With God's fire in her eyes 
 A d His love in her hands, 
 As she signals and cries 
 The word that shall summon her people to 
 turn back a tyrannous might? 
 
 In beauty austere. 
 With her hood half withdrawn, 
 She is straight as a spear, 
 Or a shaft of the dawn, 
 When it flushes the cedars of Kedron, and 
 floods the dark valleys with light. 
 
 Her voice has the spell 
 Of the wind and the rain. 
 She sways with the swell 
 Of the ripe-breasted grain, 
 When summer is red in the valleys and his 
 fervors are fierce on the plain. 
 
 To the South and the North, 
 Fleet runners light-shod 
 
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 At her bidding wcnf f(,rth 
 With the war-cry of God 
 That should kindle the hearts of the tribes as 
 a watch./,rc kindles the night. 
 
 Let princes give heed 
 
 And their kingdoms make way, 
 
 When a woman at need 
 
 Goes down to the fray ' 
 
 For Deborah rousing a nation, the God of her 
 fathers will fight. 
 
 Outside the tent of Doorah in Mount 
 hphram betueen Ramah and Bethel. A r 
 
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 h^ls are seen. ^^^^^M^ stands under a paint 
 
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 jrom Kedesh-Naphtali in the North. 
 
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 O captains and chiefs of Zebulon, 
 Andrulersof Naphtali, hear! 
 And Barak son of Abinoam, 
 Thou warrior-leader, draw near f 
 
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 What the Lord God of Israel speaketh 
 By the palm tree in Ramah this day, 
 By the mouth of Deborah His servant, 
 Ye shall hearken unto and obey. 
 
 For the voice of the Lord in the morning, 
 Before the first sun took the dew 
 From the valleys and ridges of Hermon, — 
 While the peaks of the East were still 
 
 blue, — 
 Came to me, as I stood in the tent-door 
 Thinking on Israel's wrong. 
 And God said, "I have seen the oppression, 
 But behold, it shall not be for long. 
 
 "Send thou to Kedesh for Barak, 
 
 And bid him unsheath the sword 
 
 Against the outrage of Jabin, 
 
 And I will prosper my word." 
 
 Who halted the sun over Gibeon, 
 
 The moon above Ajalon's plain? 
 
 Who strengthened the ox-goad of Shamgar, 
 
 By whom the six hundred were slain? 
 
 So shall ye prevail against evil. 
 Their chariots of iron shall flee. 
 
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 The floods shall brea. .hen. in pieces 
 And roll them into the sea 
 
 The Wneyards and fields of these Gentiles 
 f-^^^^^-^M unto your Hn^,, 
 
 ^'7,^'^,^^^" '" ^h-> courses shall aid you 
 And dehver then, into your hands. ' 
 
 Go, get you up to the mountains, 
 
 ^,7;" .!f °"^^"^ ^«"ow your feet. 
 
 And Iwdl make ready the eaptive, 
 For the day is at hand. Be fleet 
 There is a st^r in the crowd. 
 
 ^ «arak, who makest the tor-^^-s 
 
 Jn the temple at Shiloh to s!v 
 
 Wilt thou not carry the fire 
 
 To free thy people and mine? 
 
 ^;r^t°^^-^f- judgment and council 
 And prophesied truly, in vain? 
 Are my words but as wind of ff,« a 
 Mv t^WrU . ^^^ desert, 
 
 My talk but as running of rain? 
 
 Is t^ere none to accomplish my vision? 
 
 Is there ncne to believe what I see > 
 Am la babbler of Baal? 
 
 O Barak, what am I to thee? 
 
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 Barak 
 
 O Dehoran, for judgment 
 The tribes come up to thee, 
 The tents all know thy wisdom 
 From Jordan to the sea. 
 In the hills thy name is spoken, 
 By the rivers it is heard. 
 The captains seek thy counsel, 
 The wayward heed thy word. 
 
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 And when I set the torches 
 Tt light the Holy Place, 
 They pale as I remember 
 The glory of thy face. 
 But three days since at sunrise 
 Did thy messenger draw nigh 
 Breathless before the doorway, 
 To seek me. Here am I. 
 
 In the light of this thy counsel, 
 What shall thy servant do, 
 But carry the dread summons 
 To raise the tribes anew? 
 
As thy soul lives, among them 
 The word of God shall pass, 
 As fire amo,.g the stubble. 
 As wind among the grass, 
 
 Onlyif thougo wlthmel 
 Else here I will abide. 
 
 I have nor hope nor portion 
 
 That is not by thy side. 
 
 Mine is the strength to conquer, 
 
 And mme the skill of hand. 
 
 But not the inward knowledge 
 
 To see and understand. 
 
 Then take thy staff and mantle, 
 Make fast thy sandal-thong, 
 For thou Shalt teach me wisdom. 
 And I will make thee strong 
 Dhborah makes a sign of assent. 
 ^ peerless among women, 
 There is no other way 
 Since God in the beginning 
 Breathed spirit into clay. 
 
 Here a religious dance begins. The multU 
 "AKAK for final exit. 
 
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 So go we up before Him 
 To the hills, ten thousand strong 
 And I will lead the fighting, 
 And thou shalt lift the song. 
 The ages shall remember, 
 When we are plunged in night, 
 How Deborah and Barak 
 Did battle for the Light. 
 
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 Balkis, Queen of Sheba 
 Solomon, King of Israel 
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 I^Bypf, Assyria, Chal.I.T,, pas, 
 
 Across^ehc ,v„Hd's ..cae sta«e fro. Jark ,„ 
 
 Amid the stumbling outcries of the nonr 
 ^n<^.^".hesp,em,i.p„.„„f,,;,X",,„^^^ 
 
 While Israel, eleavin, ;o hor lofty faith 
 none pure God of j„,ei„ and o'nghe 
 ll 7-^J ■■..- .Iriven „„, ,,,«en an.f hr'uised 
 
 Under the harrow of the conqueror's ha" 
 Through centuries of carnage, lus, and X'o.. 
 
 Till from that turmoil, as from evil dreams 
 In Judah rose a king, humanely wise 
 Abov-ea.m,„. And Rulers of , he Dusk 
 
 Up :"r ■" T"""' ''-™S ^' '"e Tight 
 Up to Jerusalem in wonder came. 
 
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 Chorus 
 
 In crimson and gold 
 By the ivory throne, 
 Who is she who makes hold, 
 With a pride all her own, 
 To prove with hard questions the wisdom that 
 fame has made first in the land? 
 
 As the twelve lions gaze 
 And the thurifers swing, 
 She stands in amaze 
 Before the great king. 
 And her strength is as water, beholding his 
 splendor and knowledge expand. 
 
 Her walk has the sway 
 Of a sea in the wind, — 
 The strong supple play 
 Of a panther of Ind, — 
 The magic of might is about her; her sorcery 
 who shall withstand! 
 
 By the long camel trains 
 Bearing gifts above price. 
 
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 All the wealth of the plains, 
 Sliver, alKum and spice 
 And purple and gold without n,easure, and 
 peacocks, and pearls by the strand,- 
 
 By her garments all hright, 
 By her gems from Kanaugfi, 
 Her luxurious height. 
 And her swarthy low hrow. 
 Jt 's Balkis, dark Queen of Sheba. 
 ring .1 ,s Solomon's hand. 
 
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 .Js BM,s n,u-n fro,,, ,„e paUcv, after her 
 
 leaving her alone. -^' 
 
 Balkis 
 
 King I, Balkis. Quec„ „f Sheba, came eo greet 
 thee from afar,— ^ 
 
 Feel thy sway and know ,hy wisdom and thy 
 splendor as they are. 
 
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 All the unmatched wealth and glory of thy 
 
 House I would behold; 
 And I brought thee royal treasury gems and 
 
 frankincense and gold. 
 
 But an overpowering grandeur and a strange 
 
 unearthly lore 
 That surround thee, have undone me with a 
 
 spell unknown before. 
 Whence are they? And how should any mor- 
 
 tal being so outshine 
 Pomp and pride and power of armies— all 
 
 earth's riches — his or mine? 
 
 Where Is all my strong assurance which the 
 
 desert knew in fear? 
 What befell my proven knowledge keen as a 
 
 dividing spear? 
 
 Am I a fond girl before him, hand to tremble, 
 
 cheek to pale, 
 That his speech should shake my heartstrings 
 
 like a palm grove in a gale? 
 
 Great Earth, give mc back my courage ! Desert 
 
 wind and sun, renew 
 The wild strength of heart that made me as 
 
 unquestioning as you! 
 
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 No more I For my tyranny U vanquished. All 
 I was, IS naught. 
 
 Like the play of pampered children seem the 
 
 ends for which I wrought 
 AH my trappings and my triumphs are as fag. 
 
 gots without flame. ^ 
 
 Like a road from night to morning seems the 
 
 way by which I came. 
 
 Life beyond me, take my homage, as the sun 
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 Wind bends the tree, 
 
 Lord of Light, thou hast enslaved me I Great 
 Kmgl What am I to thee? 
 
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 The King enters speaking, and dismisses his 
 attendants with a gesture. 
 
 Solomon 
 
 Balkis, Queen of thy kind, I must find thee 
 
 again. 
 
 1 have sought in the sound of the flute and the 
 
 harpstring in vain 
 The enchantment that lurks in thy voice for the 
 
 stirrim; of man! 
 No fire oi gems like thine eyes, no dye like thy 
 
 tan! 
 
 What gives thee thy lustre, like amber aglow 
 with old wine? 
 
 What perfume of cedar, of sunshine and sum- 
 mer is thine? 
 
 The palpitant sense of thy presence is still on 
 the air. 
 
 My fir-trees have caught the blue shadows that 
 lurk in thy hair. 
 
 Who taught thee that sibylline quiet which 
 
 teases my power, 
 As the strength of soft winds the ocean uplifts 
 
 in an hour? 
 
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 Thy leonine courage, thy query that throbs to 
 the mark, 
 
 Are fires of new revelation, enkindling the dark. 
 
 Thy gifts hold the glamour of giving that 
 dwells in thy hand ; 
 
 Thy tribute no kingship could merit; stay thou 
 m our land! 
 
 My realm is a desert without thee to set it 
 abloom ; 
 
 My skill is but dull, since it caught not th> vit 
 m its loom. 
 
 Come, give me thine ardor that leaps from the 
 
 iip to the heart I 
 Come, teach me the tremor of eyelids where 
 
 tears wait to start I 
 
 Come, tell me the word that was spoken when 
 Lucifer felil 
 
 There is naught at the source of dominion thou 
 knowest not well. 
 
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 out, following the direction taken by Balkis. 
 
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 Sappho 
 
 Phaon 
 
 Atthis 
 
 Anactoria 
 
 Gyrinna 
 
 GORGO 
 DiCA 
 
 Telesippa 
 Mnasidica 
 Myrto 
 Lais 
 
 Myrtocleia 
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SAPPHO 
 
 Prologue 
 
 While Israel cringed eo .la-nd Omnipotence 
 An d„ele ,„ fe„ „f ,he unspoken Lj ' 
 Wh le pnests of V.gy,, p„„j„„j „„ 
 And N,„eveh was sinking ,„ ,,e. joo^,"'"' 
 The day was spreading on the .'Egean sea, 
 
 Where^white-sailed Tyrian coasters phcd with 
 And^glad young ,-,e„as hailed the wakening 
 The^re^J,eyond marble cliffs where jonquil, 
 
 Were rosy porticos and temples dim 
 With mellow ivory and dusky gold. 
 
 Her gardens odorous with hyacinth, 
 Her r,ver.l,eds ablaze with pomegranate, 
 Her gr^es of laurel spreading in'he s .- 
 There hke a tulip where the flame n, life 
 Burns <,u,ck and clear, bloomed Lesbos of the 
 
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 Who is this wi'l: I'f -f rst 
 In her luminous ey '^, - 
 Whose rapture u .u. 1 1! 
 Burns quickly ;>!' ' i-* ; 
 As the dew burned aw v <t ' 
 leaves only the color .nd I .: . 
 
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 She is vibrant aid warm 
 As a meadow at noon; 
 She is lonely as storm, 
 Or the cloud-sailing moon; 
 She is glad as new friendship unbroken, and 
 sad as old loves that expire. 
 
 She is swift as a thrush, 
 The noiseless of wing, 
 \v^hen the damp woodlands gush 
 With his lyric of spring. 
 She dances like small meadow rivers that run 
 through the twilight and sing. 
 
 This is Sappho. Men gave 
 To new-minted gold 
 
Ilcr image to save 
 f'or the peoples untold, 
 
 That her heautv mur^*- 
 
 ^auf) might ever companion the 
 
 echoing chords of .,cr lyre. 
 
 n.ough all lovely things 
 lo the dust shall l,e traced, 
 ^r^d the names of great kings 
 irom their tombs be effaced, 
 Hername shall be fresh through the ages as 
 i>Pring rains on the ruins of Tyre. 
 
 The garden of Sappho's house in Lesbos 
 y^^;^^^^^^e.ches,a,ree.s,.uej 
 
 tn the dutauce. A ..all at the foot of the aar- 
 <^-^>^nh a, ate Into the street. ThhlZ 
 ^ff'/^'^-rHe^.^thalo^odoorste,^ 
 ^nh the ground. It is afternoon. 
 
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 Anactoria 
 How warm the new sun is ! 
 
 Chrysis 
 
 Surely it is full time 
 To honor our Adonis 1 
 
 DiCA 
 
 Where is Sappho? 
 
 Atthis 
 
 Sappho 1 
 
 They all call in unison. 
 Sappho! Sappho! Sappho! 
 
 Enter Sappho from the house. 
 
 Sappho 
 
 Sweet friends! Has the sunshine 
 Lit thoughts of Adonis 
 In your lovely heads? 
 
 Bring thy lute, Gyrinna! 
 Dica, bring thy garlands! 
 And thy golden jonquils, 
 
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Chryslsl Myrtocleia, 
 
 Dance here at my left hand I 
 Thou hore, dearest AtthisI 
 Myrto shall be chorus, 
 With her silver voice. 
 
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 Ana.-roria, thou 
 Ardentest of lovers 
 
 (Anactoria embraces her) 
 ihy sweet call would waken 
 The sleepiest Adonis I 
 Oh, these happy hours 
 Of the spring in Lesbos! 
 Surely he must harken 
 To our chorus now. 
 They dance, joining in the refrain of Myrto's 
 Hymn to Adonis. 
 
 Now the winter is gone by, 
 And the swallow builds again, 
 
 (Lovely Adonis!) 
 Now the quickening sun is warm, 
 And the wind is soft with rain. 
 (Lovely Adonis!) 
 
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 Now the waking earth is sweet 
 With the scent of purple flowers. 
 
 (Thou sweet Adonis!) 
 All the buds are opening wide, 
 Wasting through the golden hours. 
 
 (Thou fond Adonis!) 
 
 Now the nightingales are come, 
 With their piercing flutes of gold; 
 
 (Beloved Adonis!) 
 And thy lovers cry to thee, 
 In their passion, as of old. 
 
 (Cruel Adonis!) 
 
 Call him bac'i across the years! 
 He is fairer than the day. 
 
 (Hear us, Adonis!) 
 Love, ah, love, — is anything 
 Half so sweet, for all men say? 
 
 (Harken, Adonis!) 
 
 Fling his robe of frost aside. 
 And his bands of sleep unbind I 
 (Waken, Adonis!) 
 
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 Were they lovelier long ago 
 
 Those who loved thee-or more kind? 
 (Love us, Adonis I) 
 
 Cherish him with tender fire 
 In the woodlands of the spring, 
 
 (Deathless Adonis I) 
 And with him assuage desire. 
 Ah, Is love so fleet a thing? 
 (Lovely Adonis I) 
 
 Street music is heard. 
 
 Chrysis 
 Hark, a tambourine I 
 
 Atthis 
 
 The street musicians I 
 Anactoria 
 
 That's the boy from Naxos I O the darling! 
 
 Do you love him, DIca,-or the dark one ' 
 W-th the captive woodbird? He Is thine. 
 
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 They are moving on now. 
 
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 Anactoria 
 
 Let us follow 1 
 
 ^ ney run off, laughing. When they are gone, 
 Sappho sits on a bench, beginning to le 
 sad. The afternoon is waning. 
 
 Sappho 
 
 Ah, me ! . . . May Adonis 
 
 Find them I . . . This soft spring wind 
 
 Makes my fillet heavy. 
 
 She loosens her hair. 
 Thou dear swallow flashing 
 Over Mytilene, 
 Art thou never weary 
 All the blinding day long 
 In our Northern blue? 
 
 She sings 
 
 If death be good, 
 
 Why do the gods not die ? 
 
 If life be ill, 
 
 Why do the gods still live? 
 
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 If love be naught, 
 
 Why do the gods still love? 
 If love be all, 
 
 What should men do but love? 
 
 What a thing is woman 
 In this world! All music, 
 Ecstasy, and dreaming, 
 With her gems and garlands, 
 Gauze and gold I All dancing, 
 And bright laughter, bubbling 
 Like a silver fountain 
 Out of th^; dark earth I 
 
 And her friendships,— stories 
 Told to amuse children I 
 Shadows that fly seaward I 
 All the while her heart aches 
 Only with one longing, 
 One demand . . . O Phaon, 
 Thou art so long- absent 
 From this empty world ! 
 
 In just such lovely weather 
 He would come v/ith evening. 
 To sit here all happy . 
 
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 I could hear him far off 
 In the fragrant twilight, 
 
 (// flute is heard in the distance) 
 Ere he crossed the meadow. 
 
 The playing grows more distinct. 
 O, praise Aphrodite! 
 Phaon! 
 
 Enter Piiaon. 
 
 Phaon ! Phaon ! 
 What am I to thee? 
 
 Phaon 
 O my Sappho ! Heart of gladness, 
 What should thy soul do with sorrow? 
 See, I bring thee gems from Egypt, 
 Phrygian linen white as sea-foam. 
 
 Scarlet cloth from Tyre; 
 Eastern perfumes, and a girdle 
 Of wrought gold from ancient Sidon. 
 Not a port but has paid tribute 
 To thy beauty, in the sea-bales 
 
 They unlade for thee. 
 
 Sappho 
 Only one gift have the high gods given 
 To man, Phaon, without stint or question, 
 As my heart knows, — love. 
 
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 Thou art all my Egypt and my Sidon 
 Earth and sea have paid me their full tribute. 
 it thou love me still. 
 
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 Sapp'-o, not an isle from Rhodes to Imbros, 
 Not a pme-dark headland where the foan, 
 
 breaks, 
 
 But has heard the prayers and eager vows I 
 whispered 
 Day and night for thee. 
 
 When I walked through splendid sunlit cities, 
 My lone heart was traversing a desert, 
 And the murmuring throngs were but as mov- 
 mg sand-drifts, 
 Sappho, without thee. 
 
 Nevermore, till the dread hour shall part us. 
 May I be beyond thy call, thy hand-touch ! 
 Thou art all about me like the sweet dusk 
 wheehng 
 
 Up from the great sea. 
 They go into the house. Night is falling. 
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 IZEYL 
 
 Buddha 
 
 A Man-servant of Izeyl 
 
 Two Disciples of Buddha. 
 
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 IZEYL 
 
 Prologue 
 
 The Himalayas, Dwellings of the Snow. 
 Look down on all the fertile Ganges pi. I,,, 
 Where, spreading like a flood from high I'.rnir 
 Seeking new land, the Aryan drift went b^ 
 Singing glad Vcdas while the world was you.A. 
 
 Then rose the priestly Brahman over them 
 With bonds of caste, stern ritual and rule, 
 The sterile rites and dull formalities, 
 That would enslave the incarnate soul of maa 
 And blight the progress of a growing world. 
 
 Here, having pity for the plight of men 
 
 And all their futile agonies of life, 
 
 Came Buddha, the Enlightened in the Way, 
 
 Preaching Renunciation of Desire, 
 
 The only surety of an earthly peace. 
 
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 Who stands in the dusk 
 Of the courtesan's square, 
 With an odor of music 
 In her nosom and hair, 
 With anklets of turquoise and silver that clink 
 for the passer to hear? 
 
 Mysterious as night, 
 With her hot scarlet mouth, 
 And a glittering light 
 In those eyes of the South, 
 As if all of her exquisite being had never one 
 hunger to fear! 
 
 She moves like the smoke. 
 As it swoons on still air. 
 When the censers evoke 
 Old gods from their lair; 
 The sway of her body is music more madden- 
 ing than incense or prayer. 
 
 The desire of the heart, 
 The delight of the eye, 
 
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 She knows not apart, 
 To forego nor deny, 
 For love is the sum of her being, and beauty is 
 all of her gear. 
 
 Ah, fear her not! Hers 
 Is that passion of soul 
 Which no height deters, 
 No terrors control, — 
 Izeyl, the enamored of Buddha, who waits for 
 her god to draw near. 
 
 The courtyard in front of Izeyl's house in 
 the Deer Forest north of Benares. A large 
 rug is spread in the centre of the court, a low 
 divan at one side, with small tables or benches 
 near it. On the opposite side, a wall and gate- 
 -^ay, the main entrance to the grounds. It is 
 moonlight. Servants enter carrying silver 
 dishes of rice, fruits, and confections, basins 
 and jugs of water, towels, etc., and set them 
 down on the tables and the ground. Izeyl with 
 two attendants enters from the house. 
 
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 Make all ready. Let chere be nothing lacking 
 
 nor amiss. 
 Though uc have had many guests, there was 
 
 never one like this. 
 ^ man servant enters from the gate, follozved 
 by Buddha and tzco disciples zvho ap- 
 proach and bow to IzEYL. 
 Welcome, O enlightened one, to this house. A 
 happy day 
 
 Brings thy footsteps to my door, bids thee tarry 
 
 on thy way, 
 Lets me serve thee. That my lord's heart with 
 
 gladness may be free. 
 Rest here in the perfumed dusk of the roses 
 
 strewn for thee. 
 
 Buddha 
 
 Thy words are lavish as the wayside stars, 
 Shedding their bounty for the pilgrim night. 
 No goodlier seeds than kindness come to blos- 
 som 
 
 In this great world to be faint heart's delight. 
 
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nAUGHTERS OF DAWN 
 
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 Servants ztait upon Buddha, remove his san- 
 <Ials, .vash the dust from his feet, offer him 
 food and drink. He takes a cup of ivater 
 hut declines to eat. His disciples withdraw 
 to a distant part of the court. The sere 
 ants go out, except Izeyl's two personal at^ 
 tendants, who stand back by the house 
 door. 
 
 IZEYL 
 
 Sit, Lord. I will dance for thee. Here until 
 
 the moon grows pale 
 Thou Shalt be the worshipped one, I thy wor- 
 
 shipper Izeyl. 
 
 She prepares to dance. The dance is one of 
 the ancient dramatic dances of India. It 
 portrays the first glimpse of the belovr ' 
 embarrassment, infatuation, coquetry, en- 
 ticement, and the overtures of love. It 
 then becomes more reckless in its sorceries 
 ^■fn/c the beloved still seems obdurate. The 
 dance next betrays jealousy, anger, and 
 finally melting sorrow and surrender. 
 
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 Now the play is Love. It moves like a wind 
 
 among the trees, 
 Woman's drama of the soul, with mysterious 
 
 melodies. 
 I'ear as faltering as night, desire imperious as 
 
 day, 
 
 Hold Love at their mystic height, till wild joy 
 
 must have its way. 
 Love is water for thy thirst, Love is honey for 
 
 thy mouth. 
 
 Is thy heing never faint in a land of parching 
 
 drouth? 
 Loose the girdle from her breast and the lotus 
 
 from her hair! 
 Take her, for sweet life or death! Is there 
 
 anyone more fair? 
 She dances, and at the conclusion of her dance 
 
 falls at Buddha's feet. 
 Lo, my beauty at thy feet, and my hand upon 
 
 thy knee, 
 In despair of love I lay. Buddha, what am I 
 
 to thee? 
 
 Buddha puis out his hand and touches her, as 
 she remains seated near him on the 
 ground. 
 
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 Buddha 
 Thou art all beauty, glowing sense and spirit, 
 The world's supremcst splendor and desire. 
 Thou art the flower-like joy, the flame-like pas- 
 sion 
 
 Whose breath consumes men with relentless 
 fire. 
 
 Thou art the subtle unforgotten fragrance 
 That hauncs this life with an assuaging power. 
 And would beguile the soul upon her journey,' 
 To deify one perishable hour. 
 
 But I, compelled by sorrow for men's warfare 
 Against their bonds upon the wheel of life, 
 Through sore compassion found the Great Re- 
 
 nouncement 
 The only strength to stay the ravenous strife. 
 Crave nothing! But in kindness with rejoicing 
 Follow the common highway unto peace. 
 There only can survive the flower of wisdom, 
 There only can serene love find release. 
 
 Whoso is tranquil, diligent, undaunted, 
 Not overcome with riches nor with cares. 
 Free from all anger, arrogance, and baseness. 
 
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 Seeking the truth as one who climbs the stairs 
 Within a tower of outlook, while in all things 
 Serving his fellows with illumined mind,— 
 However slowly, shall escape from darkness. 
 And all the weight of sorrow leave behind. 
 
 For this I waited underneath the Bo-tree, 
 Keeping stern vigil through the holy night, 
 Until Truth dawned, as I beheld the snow-peaks 
 Flushed with a tender glory height on height. 
 
 Buddha rises and paces to and fro, Khile 
 IZEYL remains seated. 
 
 And yet the doubt comes — what avails the 
 watching 
 
 Above the world in unimpassioned calm? 
 Do they not sometimes long, those soaring sum- 
 mits, 
 
 To wear the valley's wealth of bloom and 
 balm? 
 
 Ah, not alone thy beauty moves my senses. 
 But the fair soul within thee calls my soul. 
 My manhood strains at touch of joy so tender 
 To lay aside the austere staff and bowl. 
 
 
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 The servant of the gate enters and bows be- 
 fore IZEYL. 
 
 Servant 
 
 Protectress of the weak, the poor in throngs 
 Are crowding at the gate to lay their wrongs 
 Before the Holy One, their woes and wants. 
 Shall I give dole us unto mendicants? 
 
 IZEYL, rising 
 
 Nay, I myself will give, who have this day 
 Received the wealth that passes not away. 
 Let them be fed. Take these, and these, and 
 these, — 
 
 She pulls off her gold and jewelled ornaments 
 and gives them to the servant, her women 
 at the same time removing her anklets. 
 
 And all I have for their necessities. 
 
 Turn gold and gems to bread that men may 
 live, 
 
 There still is more,— I have my life to give. 
 Go, tell them that Izeyl became to-night 
 A follower of Buddha and the light. 
 
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 The scn-cnit yua am and \/.\ VL finr to 
 BunniiA. 
 
 Now the undclcrrnincd way to perfection waits 
 us still, — 
 
 Thou the sim upon the height, I (he mist hcio 
 the hill! 
 
 So, dear Lord, the play is done, as the noon 
 begins to fail. 
 
 And thy worshipper departs, i'hou shalt sec 
 
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 This, that was my house and park, for thy shel- 
 
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 Love's provision for thy peace when a-weary 
 
 of the road. 
 
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 forzi-ard, liith the servant of the gate, to 
 "^ait upon her departure. 
 
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 Thou wondrous prodigal, no merit worthy 
 Thy matchless bounty hrve I, who must pass, 
 Like a disturbing wind among the palm-Icaves, 
 Like an unresting shadow from the crass. 
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 Inspired ahandon! May the Perfect Way 
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 O beloved one, farewell! 
 
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 In the brief peace of the Augustan Age, 
 Three trends of human headway checked dieir 
 
 course, 
 Like currents eddying in a tideless calm. 
 Kastern magniliccnce and mystic dream, 
 Hellenic learning and awakened art, 
 
 And Roman discipline, all came tv halt. 
 
 As when unbridled revellers at dawn 
 
 Look wanly forth on time's expectant hush. 
 
 Stilled of a sudden in satiety. 
 
 The ancient world of lust and rapine seemed 
 
 To pale with prescience of impending doom. 
 Outside a Syrian rest-house, with no pomp 
 Save glittering troops of stars relieving guard, 
 A Prince of the Eternal Light was born, 
 Whose only ensign was a loving heart. 
 
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 What spirit so white, 
 With eyes bent on tlie Rroimil, 
 As (hough lost in the plight 
 Of a sorrow profoimcl, 
 That tenderness, faith, and devotion should 
 founder In death and dismay? 
 
 She lifts her worn face, 
 And the glory is there, — 
 The mothering grace, 
 The victorious care, 
 That have fostered the hope of the ages and 
 prospered the world on its way. 
 
 Her fair mouth Is still, 
 Her hands are at rest, 
 With that power to thrill, 
 By the quiet possessed, 
 m the soul to its Ic-d is surrendered and 
 divinity swells In the breast. 
 
 O all who have prayed 
 To the glorious son 
 
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 Of thi3 poor Jewish ni-iJ, 
 Since her travail was done, 
 Have yc bred In your sons the high courage to 
 be heroes of truth In nclr day? 
 
 Have ye given brave thought 
 To bring beauty to birth? 
 I lave yc suffered and wrought 
 I' or the welfare of earth? 
 So your servl'c transfigured to glory, ! kc 
 Mary's, shall not pass away. 
 
 A rocky place before the sepulchre of Christ. 
 The etitruurc to the tomb is on slightly rising 
 ground at the back, ziiih straight evergreen 
 trees on either side. His mother is seated on 
 a siune near by, clad in ichite, uith a fold of 
 her garment cccr her head. She scwsely 
 moves until tozvard the close of her first speech. 
 It is just before dazvn on the morning of the 
 'third dcr/ after the crucifixion. 
 
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 tht still purple hour before the sun, 
 
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 Upon whose floor our lives are sifted chaff. 
 \iul through whose har Is tlie sands of ages 
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 Thy will he done! 
 
 Shall there he no compassion In rlie w-ht, 
 No h ,d nor hearing of our firiev )om, 
 
 No heart that feels the loneliness oj ,,urs, 
 No hope of tidings from the unknown tomb 
 'I'o pierce the gloom? 
 
 After the anguish ot defeat and death, 
 Through boundless desolation of the years, 
 Is there no sign to help us live or die, 
 No touch to wipe away the bitter tears, 
 And o'llet fears? 
 
 Knows God the agon^ o.^ mother pain 
 For every sorrow of thr son she bore? 
 Can any cry to Heaven bring again 
 The voice they have entombed, and closed the 
 door, 
 
 For evermore? 
 
 If mortal heart can bear the woe and wrong, 
 And still live on in sorrow day by day, 
 
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 Or darkened lamp still serve with dying ray, 
 Sh(»\v thou the way! 
 
 (ircat (;„d, thou sccst the path I tread alone, 
 I'hoi, knowest all that has hcen and shall he, 
 And all ;ny love .,f I li,n who was thine own,— 
 What in thy mighty d-- am of destiny 
 Am I to thee? 
 
 As she doses her speech, she rises and goes 
 a step or tzio Umard the tomb, lifting im- 
 ploriucj arms aloft, the fold of her rohe 
 slipping from her head as she does so. She 
 stands thus transfixed for a moment, facing 
 the sepulchre, and then turns uith a look 
 of uonder, her arms still upslretched, her 
 '•^■ehole figure illumined in the first rays of 
 the new sun, and her face transfigured idth 
 rapture of revelation. From the slightly 
 higher ground she has taken, she looks 
 toller, too, than her iiont; so that passers- 
 l^y might think they had seen an angel. She 
 speaks in a level tone. 
 
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 Mary, as Tiir: Anc.t.l 
 Hail, Mary of Sorrows, acquainted with woe. 
 Lift thy Rricf-shadowcd gaze to the light-hear- 
 
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 Each quivering leaf and the dawn winds that 
 
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 Breathe solace upon thcc; the victory's won; 
 Weep not ! 
 
 Thy God holds thy hands as he holds night and 
 
 day. 
 Through the rounds of his service, the ways 
 
 to his ends; 
 When thine arms are weakest, his strength is 
 
 tiiy stay, 
 Thine eyes shall sec clear in the light that he 
 
 sends. 
 
 Fear not! 
 
 Lift up thy soul on the wings of his voice, 
 Be glad thou wert chosen to play thy great parf, 
 Bid all thy mothering patience rejoice, 
 Let the world rest on the strength of thy heart! 
 Faint not! 
 
 Conceived of divine love, the rapturous soul, 
 Stainless as dew and unfearing as fire, 
 
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 From hope unto hope as the quickened years 
 
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 Shall arise and live on through dismay and 
 
 desire. 
 
 Aspire! 
 
 The God of all good cannot waver nor sleep. 
 
 Receive the sweet truth that shall lighten thine 
 eyes, 
 
 And be thou the Angel earth's courage to keep, 
 
 The great Loving-Kindness that lights Para- 
 dise! 
 
 Behold! 
 
 Shine on through the ages and arches of 
 
 heaven, 
 For thine is a glorious share in Ciod's plan! 
 Unto thee from the first to the last has been 
 
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 The illuming, the heartening, the moulding of 
 
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 Rejoice ! 
 
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 2'jo A. D. 
 
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 Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra 
 
 AuREUAN, Emperor of Rome 
 
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 Prologue 
 
 Hark! To what sound like thunder far away 
 Do cities trcmhlc and stronf: men turn pale? 
 They clutch the sword in Kastern palaces, 
 They lift the tent-fold on Arabian plains, 
 And start in forests of wild Gaul, to hear 
 
 The tramp of Roman legions through the 
 
 world. 
 Then through the beauty of the star-sown 
 
 night 
 An angry glare upon the sky proclaims 
 An opulent city given to the torch 
 Of ruthless conquerors on the march to power. 
 
 Where once men trafficked in the crowded 
 
 streets, 
 And women chattered in the bright bazaars, 
 While children thronged the Temple of the 
 
 Sun, — 
 The wild boar feeds among sad ruined walls 
 Of great Palmyra in the desert sands. 
 
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 Who Is this come, In haste 
 rVom the crowds to be gone, 
 Through the Palmyrene waste, 
 While the legions draw on. 
 With tumult of murderous passions that con- 
 quering lust has released? 
 
 She sees at her gates 
 Roman standards unfurled, 
 Where once vassal states 
 Brought the trade of the world, — 
 Where long caravans o'er the desert came in 
 from the marvellous East. 
 
 She stands like a palm 
 Aloof and unbent. 
 With the sky's royal calm 
 For her curtain and tent. 
 Her loveliness still undefeated, her regal devo- 
 tion unspent. 
 
 Barbaric in splendor. 
 Heroic at heart, 
 
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 Undautittn and tender, 
 She plays fier great part, 
 Though the reins o her power arc broken, the 
 days of her empire have ceased. 
 
 Iltr beauty stiM reigns, 
 ^ ^ her h nes al! have died, 
 I lerce graov ^^ur remains, — 
 
 -'cdc lin pi Je, — 
 Zenobi.i en o. f*; 'm ta. the coveted pearl 
 
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 /// fn It of A if man's tt'tr before Palmyra. 
 The Emperor %€mt(d, surruundcd by a fezv 
 of his t, (•ncrah jml o§, ers. J troupe of Arab 
 dancinifi girls t^nd ww.v iatis run in to dance for 
 him Bef re ^.- lose of their dance there is 
 a stf outside rii ihe i.as ^ arrival of tzvo run- 
 ners follo-a , losed litter borne by eif/ht 
 bearers. The dozen their burden and, as- 
 sisted by yu f*--is, Zknobia alujhts ziilh one 
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 the Emperor, run to Zr.NOBiA, kneel before 
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 Al'Rii.AN rises atid (ipproarlns /i.ndijia, </ 
 inniipct sounds and servants and darners Jitli^ 
 draw. 
 
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 Fortunate Is this hour, indeed I I lappy the day 
 for Rome, 
 
 When here unto Aurelian's tent the Queen of 
 the East Is conic! 
 
 Zkxohia 
 And dark for my country, Kmperor! 
 
 Auri:lian 
 
 N:iy, It had darker been. 
 Mad not the gods > cllvered thee Into my 
 hands, brave Queen. 
 
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 Aurcllan, say not the gods preside over a thing 
 so base 
 
 As the treachery which betrayed me here, a 
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 (). better far, hml my luckless star gone down 
 in the dust of H^ht, — 
 
 Had my gl«)ry passed unsoiled at last into et'.-r- 
 nal night ! 
 
 And lordher fiad thy legions shown above a 
 
 broken wall, 
 Than skulking at a traitor's gate, let in at a 
 
 scullion's call. 
 Since when did the Roman eagle« deign to take 
 
 a reptile's kill, 
 Like unclean vultures swooping low and greedy 
 
 for their fill? 
 
 Had not black treason sold mc here, like a 
 Bithynian slave, 
 
 Palmyra should have been my tomb, her cita- 
 del my grave. 
 
 Zcnobia would not have lived to be the spoil 
 of war, — 
 
 To be the Forum's spectacle, in chains behind 
 thy car. 
 
 Ye know the creed of ihc desert breed, whom 
 
 none can bind nor bow, 
 Rovers of earth by right of birth, from the 
 
 dawn of time till now. 
 
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 nAFGIITFRS OF DAWN 
 
 But even the gods must strive In vain, at war 
 with treachery. 
 
 Their altar fires arc but the pyres of the dar- 
 ing and the free. 
 
 AURELIAN 
 
 You wrong the sons of the Roman wolf I They 
 know the desert's way. 
 
 And well they know the proudest foe is a lion- 
 ess at bay. 
 
 What evil councillors were thine to move thee 
 
 to this war? 
 Did Rome not give you peace and wealth,— 
 
 could liberty give more? 
 
 Have not your laden caravans brought all the 
 
 world in trade 
 Up to your gates, with none to bar the roads 
 
 that Trajan made? 
 
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 Hear me, my captor! Had there been upon 
 
 the Ca?sars' throne 
 One like Aurellan in days past, this discord 
 
 had not grown. 
 
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 While puny tyrants fought like knaves for ihc 
 sceptre fallen low, 
 
 Was I to be their prize and fee? By the Im- 
 mortals, No! 
 
 Bred to the freedom of the tents, horn of .i 
 
 royal line, 
 I drew the tribes into a Power. I made it. It 
 
 was mine. 
 Here out of turbulence and strife a sovereign 
 
 state I reared, — 
 Palmyra in the Wilderness, rich, beautiful, and 
 
 feared. 
 
 Insolent Persia felt my will, even Imperial 
 Rome 
 
 As empire unto empire in peace or war must 
 come. 
 
 Could I lay by this sovereignty at a dictator's 
 
 word? 
 Step lightly down from throne and crown, and 
 
 join the driven herd? 
 
 Ceasing to reign, I cease to live. Does Aure- 
 
 lian wonder why? 
 Can a Cssar and a soldier ask? Need Zeno- 
 
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 Those poor dance girls with matted curls, that 
 
 clung about my knee, 
 Shall grace my lord's triumphal march; but 
 
 what am I to thee? 
 
 AURF.LIAN 
 
 Thy noble words, Zenobia, prove well thy royal 
 strain. 
 
 I do lamcn. the downfall of one so fit to reign. 
 Had not ambition duped thee, and thy guides 
 
 who counselled ill. 
 Palmyra had been sovereign, and thou her 
 
 ruler still. 
 
 Let not ambition lure you, my captains, to your 
 fall. 
 
 Ever the overreaching hand must end by losing 
 all. 
 
 Would that this -.^dcss folly which Is the 
 
 whole world's bane 
 Might die with me, uprooted never to rise 
 
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 Yet is thy speech untempered, great leader of 
 the tribes! 
 
 Unfair to Roman justice, thy bitter grief- 
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 Believe the lonely desert shaH forget the morn- 
 ing star, 
 
 When Roman virtue has forgot what truth and 
 honor arc. 
 
 I were myself a traitor, had I not seized the 
 hour 
 
 When renegade informers betrayed thee to our 
 power. 
 
 Receive a soldier's tribute ! Accept a Roman's 
 
 word ! 
 A lumult is heard outside. A band of unruly 
 
 so.dicrs clamor'ng for the life of Zexobia 
 
 A number of officers hurry out immediately 
 
 find quell the disturbance. 
 Fear not my wayward legions. Thy guard 
 
 shall be my sword. 
 
 No safer wert thou ever. Thou shalt go hence 
 
 to Rome, — 
 There with respect and honor be welcome and 
 
 at home. 
 
 And this thy noble city with its Temple of the 
 Sun 
 
 Shall be preserved from pillage. For thy sake 
 it is done. 
 
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 Although thy rash advisers must pay their 
 
 folly's cost; 
 Thou art no less an empress, for an empire's 
 
 being lost. 
 The world awards thee homage I 
 
 Zenobia 
 
 Magnanimous, my foe ! 
 
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 Thine Emperor attends thee. The 1.^ 
 there ! We go. 
 
 frith her last viord Zenobia turns away to 
 enter her litter; but as she hears Aurelian 
 say 'Thine Emperor attends thee' she 
 turns and looks into his face. Seeing that 
 he is preparing to accompany her on foot, 
 she signals her hearers to follow, and walks 
 out by Aurelian's side, bearers and at- 
 tendants following. 
 
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 JEANNE D'ARC 
 
 1427 A. D. 
 
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 JEANNE D'ARC 
 
 Pro LOG I IK 
 
 For a thousand years from Rome lo Agiiicourt 
 Terror and darkness overspread the world 
 With superstition, bigotry, and crime, 
 While warring nations and marauding kings 
 Raven and slay and wither into dust. 
 
 Chivalry rides upon its last crusade, 
 And Learning slumbers in the Church's tomb. 
 Barons and bishops, emperors and serfs, 
 Wallow in witchcraft, cruelty, and greed. 
 As if the angels had forgotten earth. 
 
 Hardly a voice to keep God's name alive; 
 Till on a summer morn in lovely France, 
 On the shadowy forest border of the Vosges, 
 In small Domreniy of peasant folk is born 
 A Little Siscer of the Nazarene. 
 
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 Chorus 
 
 Who remembers God's poor 
 In their humble attire? 
 Yet in them shall enilure 
 The seeil ami the fire, — 
 The strength for fullilment of longings, and 
 faith for the dreaming of dreams. 
 
 Who stands with rapt ga/e 
 In a day-dream, and sees, — 
 While her quiet sheep graze 
 By the tA\ poplar trees, — 
 A shadowy legion advancing, an army that 
 musters and gleams? 
 
 As a clear minster bell 
 Thrills the soul of the air, 
 Her voice lays a spell 
 O'er a realm in despair, 
 Till the laggard take arms at her sum.mons, 
 assured that God's champion is there. 
 
 Tn war-harness bright, 
 Through the dust and the fray, 
 
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 With valor alight, 
 She forpics her way, 
 Til! her mission's victorious stanilard on the 
 wind above Orleans streams. 
 
 No witchcraft was here, — 
 Slantier wide of the mark! 
 Kevelatlon shone clear 
 In the sainteil Jeanne d'Arc, — 
 A strain of intrepid conviction, which greatly 
 foresees and redeems. 
 
 Outside J.\CQUi:s d'Arc's home in the vil- 
 lage of Domrcniy on the harder ' i grc:it for- 
 est. Ji:.\.\\i.: stands leaning against a tree a 
 little azcay from the house. Her father sits on 
 a stone nearby. He is a peasant of the soil, al- 
 ready beginning In he old, and his mind is on 
 the past. There is a stream liith a fezv pal- 
 larded ivilloiis leaning over '•■ t far azvav 
 and sheep are grar ^ /;/ the v> adozv. It is 
 near sundozvn on a summer a..,. A large pale 
 moon is seen just rising over the ziood. Sub- 
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 Father, I hear the voices now. 
 Canst thou not hear them, too, — 
 'I'here hy the forest eJj^e, so clear, 
 So woiulerfiil, so true, 
 With sound as sweet as tlie summer rain 
 When the little leaves are new? 
 
 Her Father 
 
 Ay, lass, I hear. 'Twill be the wind 
 
 Talking among the trees. 
 
 'Tis like a human voice, the wind, 
 
 Full of old melodies. 
 
 It minds me of the night I took 
 
 Thy mother gfi my knees. 
 
 Jeanne 
 
 Father, I cannot mind my work, 
 
 The voices call me so; 
 
 They call me at the dead of noon 
 
 When all the winds are low, 
 
 And when the golden dawn comes up 
 
 With not a breath av. 
 
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 I hear them wliik' F turn tny wIkcI, 
 And wliIlc I tend jny sheep; 
 I hoar them in the dewy ikisk 
 When I lie down to sleep; 
 And even at the Holy Mass 
 My mind I cannot keep. 
 
 They call and call, 'Jehan, Jehan, 
 
 Thy harried country save!' 
 
 I hear them through the music's sound, 
 
 And when the censer' wave, 
 
 As the procession of the I lost 
 
 Goes up the minster nav 
 
 Her Fatiikr 
 
 Ay, ay, I hear thcc, lass, — I hear. 
 Thou mind'st mc of my prime. 
 When I would go across the fields 
 In the eager summer time, 
 To court thy mother at her wheel, 
 Singing an eerie rhyme. 
 
 She always had the misty look 
 Of things unkenncd and far; 
 
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 And always fancies in her head 
 
 Of princes, rhymes, and war, 
 
 And how the Little People dance 
 Around the evening star. 
 
 Midsummer Eve it was. I mind 
 There was a smell of hloom; 
 Out of the dusk a little wind 
 Went whispering through the room; 
 And all the meadow was alive 
 With fireflies in the gloom. 
 
 Jeanne 
 
 Father, I see the Figure now. 
 'lis St. Michael with his sword, 
 And a great white shield on his arm. 
 He marches to award 
 Her rightful victory to France, 
 And I can hear his word. 
 
 Her Father 
 
 It Is the great shield of the moon 
 That is so bright and round. 
 It is the mist from off the stream, 
 That moves along the ground. 
 
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 As quiet as a churchyanl ^rhost 
 That never makes i sound. 
 
 Jkanxe 
 
 And there is McrWn in his eloak 
 Who comes to counsel me, 
 That since a wanton ruined France, 
 A maid must set her (rcc. 
 'Jchan, rejoice, (iod's holy choice 
 Has fallen on Domremy!' 
 
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 'Tis but the crooked willow hole. 
 
 That leans across the brook. 
 
 The long grey moss is like a beard, 
 
 He has an ancient look. 
 
 I've often marked him leaning there. 
 
 Like a shepherd on his crook. 
 
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 Father, T sec our banners pass; 
 The horses strain and neigh; 
 Our men at arms in cavalcade. 
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 And kings and squires with commoners 
 Are hasting to the fray. 
 
 And at their . ud in whitest mail, 
 A standard in her hand, 
 Whereon the Virgin sits enthroned 
 And fair white lilies stand, 
 Rides thy Jehan, for serving man, 
 To free her luckless land. 
 
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 Rank upon rank with dust and clank 
 
 The fuming chargers go, 
 
 Our halberds gleam, our pennons stream, 
 
 The level spears arc low. 
 
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 Ay, ay! Thy mother had these flights. 
 I mind her fancies well. 
 Sometimes she'd hear a cry for help, 
 Times an alarum bell. 
 And times In the half-dusk she'd see 
 Strange sights she would not tell. 
 
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 I mind the night 1 brought licr home 
 J hey seemed to vex her sore. 
 She had a fey look on her face, 
 When I led her through the door. 
 But when the good God sent thee down, 
 Ghosts troubled her no more. 
 
 When thou art wed and far this place, 
 'Twill mend, my lass, 'twill mend, — 
 When thou hast daughters by the hand. 
 And a man-f'hild to tend! 
 For God him If sets store by love. 
 And love is dieuming's end. 
 
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 Father, you do not understand. 
 
 The only love I ask 
 
 Is Christ and L ■ dear Mother's love, 
 
 To aid me in my task, 
 
 And send the French swords ringing down 
 
 Through English shield and casque. 
 
 So I must seek my lord the King, 
 And be his counsellor, — 
 Tell him the angel's messages 
 
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 That hid him forth to war. 
 
 And I must ride, as his maiden guide, 
 
 Though I should die therefor. 
 
 The voices of the ancient wood 
 
 I lave put the power on me. 
 
 The angels summon Jehan d'Arc 
 
 To serve God's destiny. 
 
 For pity on the realm of France. . . . 
 
 But what am T to thee? 
 
 /// this the old mnn rises from his seat. It is 
 his only sign of feeling so far. 
 
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 How should a maid go to the wars, 
 
 With rough-shod men to ride? 
 
 Be there no captains near the King, 
 
 To counsel and to guide? 
 
 Is there no doubt of this thy call? 
 
 Must we this ill abide? 
 
 What dost thou say? What art to me? 
 My own lass ! God thee keep ! . . . 
 Embracing her, he turns to brush away tears. 
 
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 It is the mist amoMj^ the trees. 
 Go now and fold thy shccj) ! . . . 
 
 lie sits ii.iuitUy. 
 It is the mist upon the plain. 
 I am weary unto sleep! 
 
 His head sinks forziard on his hrcasl. Ills 
 hands lie Idle. In the j\idnuj dayllyht, 
 Jeanne stands yaziny Into the dusk. 
 
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 Another reahn wn'; rlslnj; from fii.- deeps 
 Of troubled faith ami rne«Iiaval nii^ht. 
 
 In the ^lad niornin^ of tlie Renaissance, 
 After lo <^ sleep, the holy spirit of man 
 
 \\V(tke once more to learI!in^^ freedom, art. 
 Out ol ilecrcpit creeds belief arose 
 
 I o seek more seemly ;j;arments iov [!ie soul. 
 
 Erasmus, Luther, Raphael and the rest. 
 Would build a^ain in the ^un of natural ioy 
 Ihe House of Life long mouldering in t!ie 
 
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 And who now should the master builder be, 
 But the fiery seraph, Michelangelo? 
 
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 DAUGHTERS OF DAWN 
 
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 Who stands in the sun 
 By the dark cypress wall, 
 In scarlet and dun, 
 Where the autumn leaves fall, — 
 In a halo of shining hair, like a missal saint 
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 Is she empress or queen, 
 With that confident heart, 
 And her robes' silken sheen 
 As they flutter and part? 
 What wrong would not right in her presence? 
 What eye could its homage withhold? 
 
 Her rare jewels glance, 
 Her linked girdle slips, 
 With each turn of the dance 
 To flash and eclipse, 
 As she moves through an eloquent measure, 
 with an old Latin song on her lips. 
 
 Her eyes have the light 
 Of the knowledge of truth. 
 
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 As ancient as night, 
 As guileless as youth, 
 And glad as the rose-lidded morning new-risen, 
 yet centuries old. 
 
 What gift could Time bring 
 To Learning's Re-hirth, 
 As welcome as spring 
 When it visits the earth? 
 One flower, Vittoria Colonna, red Illy with 
 deep heart of gold! 
 
 A scchtdcd part of the gardens of the Co- 
 lonna Palace in Rome, a square of smooth 
 green turf surrounded hy a lull dipped express 
 hedge. There is a flat marble beneh at the 
 hack, and a bushy golden-lipped cedar, about 
 three feet high, in each corner of the enclosure. 
 There is only one entrance through the hedge, 
 at the left, guarded on either side by txio ter- 
 mini, antique marble posts ziith sculptured 
 heads, a Pan on the left, a Hermes on the 
 right. As the curtain rises Vittoria Coi.oxna 
 is discovered, moving through a slovo ballade, 
 and singing a Medi<rval Latin student song as 
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 When the pear tree comes in flower, 
 Cold and grief are gone away, 
 Love and gladness have their hour. 
 Jmor v'lncit omnia! 
 
 When the leaves begin to fall, 
 Youth and spring have had their day, 
 Why should lovers fear at all? 
 Amor vincit omnia/ 
 
 As she begins the second stanza, a man's 
 voice is heard outside joining in the song. The 
 ivomen smile, as if not surprised, and presently 
 there enters one idio is evidently a zcehome 
 and accustomed guest of the house. It is 
 Mlc'iiKLANGELO. As hc comes in, ziithout in- 
 terrupting the dance, he S7niles and bozvs in 
 courteous nunk-stilted salutation, and takes his 
 stand by the Hermes until the stanza is fin- 
 ished. Then he advances, and as he takes ViT- 
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 She sits at one end of the seat, idiile he remains 
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 retire. It is afternoon of a warm, still day in 
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 Did they dance such things in Florence, 
 
 In that Mediccan garden, 
 
 Where magnificent Lorenzo 
 
 Crowned your toil with praise or pardon? 
 
 When that young faun's head you fashioned 
 
 Was his voice enough to fire you? 
 
 Were thtrt not within the cloister 
 
 Other accents to inspire you? 
 
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 Buonarroti, how this New Life, 
 
 Just as every hope seemed ended, 
 
 Breaking on us like a vision. 
 
 Makes the old more rich and splendid! — 
 
 As, how oftei. ..L the casement 
 
 I have watched through storm and thunder. 
 
 Till at last the sudden rain ceased 
 
 And the sun showed Rome in wonder! 
 
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 So when all our age seemed darkest, 
 Faith extinguished, culture perished. 
 Comes a Renaissance of Knowledge, 
 Freeing all the dreams wc cherished. 
 All the lore of buried Hellas 
 Brought to light for our illuming! 
 On old altars reared to Beauty 
 Burn once more the fires consuming! 
 
 Who can walk unmoved through Florence, 
 W; .re each corner shows a palace? 
 Wl but must learn adoration 
 From the chasing on the chalice? 
 Who could meanly live, with Dante 
 Ringing through his soul's dim portals? 
 Or be sad where Lippo Lippi 
 Paints the teeming life of mortals. 
 
 What if here, as once in Athens, 
 Women now should lift the story 
 Of our race from prose to epic, 
 With new freedom, grace, and glory! 
 We should walk the world like morning 
 On the hill-tops dark and olden, 
 When the sombre peaks of purple 
 Glow transfigured fresh and golden; 
 
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 Sane and lofty as Athene, 
 
 Yet with huighter, tire, and daring; 
 
 And deep-bosomed as Demeter 
 
 When she had the earth in raring. 
 
 So shall time's victorious children 
 
 Reach the height and pass the portal 
 
 Of that majesty of oeauty 
 
 Thou hast imaged — more than mortal. 
 
 All t!iy life long, Michelangel, 
 Thou hast fought the dull and downward,- 
 Followed only where truth pointed. 
 While the many trailed rcnownward. 
 Where great arches lift to heaven 
 The dumb heart of the observer, 
 Caught in color, pressed in marble, 
 Live thy dreams, thy faith, thy fervor. 
 
 All that thou hast wrought of beauty. 
 Framed or fashioned, in the hour 
 Of God's counsel, stands forever 
 To uplift this world with power. 
 Strong old prophets, wise young princes, 
 Moses, David, dear Madonna, 
 All in thy great heart have portion. 
 What am I to thee? 
 
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 Never that note of despairing sadness, 
 Of human tears and sublime regret! 
 Keep ever thy voice of seraph's gladness, 
 Lest time should lose and the world forget 
 'Ihe image of joy no man can measure, — 
 Transcending nature, surpassing art, — 
 The eternal dream, the immortal treasure, 
 The flower that blows in a woman's heart ! 
 
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 Here stand we, while the great sky arches 
 
 Blue over Rome, triumphal, sheer; 
 
 And Autumn with banner and vestment 
 
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 In festal pomp for the dying year. 
 What is this earth but a minster old 
 Ti.e wind like a crowding organ fills. 
 Where the sun swings up like a censer of gold 
 Before the high altar of the hills? . . . 
 
 Suppose from out of the world somewhere 
 Into a great dim church should stray 
 An untaught urchin, unaware 
 
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 Whose house it is, what it means to pray; 
 He wanders on where the soarinjr nave 
 Goes up ami up, ami the soft h^^ht falls, 
 Where faded colors are inarshalleil brave, 
 Row on row o'er the choir stalls. 
 
 The marble knights that sleep so still, 
 The saints that stand in their carven screen. 
 The gargoyles each with a different thrill, — 
 What do the manifold marvels mean? 
 And ever as the wonder grows. 
 Assurance and daring begin to fail, 
 Until where the great east window glows, 
 He halts abashed by the chancel rail. 
 
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 And there before the altar stands, 
 To steady the faint heart's come-and-go, 
 An angel with lily-laden hands, 
 Smiling down on the boy below. 
 I was that venturesome child, and thou — 
 W^ho buL the angel great and fair, 
 W^ith the all-seeing eyes, the unanxious brow, 
 The curved sweet mouth, and the luminous 
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 As all of a sudden the worKl will ^\o\v 
 In the first brij^ht single shaft of dawn, 
 Or the wonder of a painting grow 
 When the scaffold is down and the screen with- 
 drawn, 
 I caught at last the soul of design. 
 The might of color, the reason of form, 
 The magic of rhythm and melting line, 
 When you moved like music alive and warm. 
 
 T saw where enchanted Beauty slept. 
 Like the Fairy Princess, in color and stone, 
 Till forth at the prayer of my hand she leapt 
 Into a kingdom long her own. 
 Onward I blundered, with heart uplift, 
 To prove, — the only faith I knew, — 
 That mould of body reveals soul's drift. 
 I dreamed ...j uieams, and lo, they ure true! 
 
 Therefore, I say, regret no morel 
 
 Shall the strong man grieve for his callow 
 
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 When autumn and triumph are at the door, 
 And labor and love are lords of time? 
 
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 Thou art the April of An^clo, — 
 
 Thine iintaniishcil siiiiks, thy generous tears! 
 
 What does the lieavenly lihic know 
 
 Of the fallinjj; leaves and the flyin<f years? 
 
 This evergreen with golden tiji! 
 He that our cmhleni treasured fast, 
 As if to remind us, finger on lip, 
 Kndure and essay! Truth wins at last! 
 When the earth is juilgcd of good and ill, 
 And men at the Mercy Seat shall stand, 
 As I love you now, I shall love vou still. 
 Great heart, in homage I kiss your hand! 
 
 Js lie hends over one hand, VlTTORi \ Co- 
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 tionately, on his head, and, as he rises, leads 
 him through a figure of her ballade, 'njhile they 
 sing together a final stanza of her song. 
 
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 Let the winter come with snow. 
 Iron ground and skies of grey, — 
 What to high hearts, whether or no? 
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 Moving across i .c vast static of the worlJ, 
 Ami riKirkcd in power ami in b.auty there 
 Woiulrous earth womci! with the j^ift of lil.' 
 
 Indomitable chiKlren of tlie liirjit, 
 Impassioned with iii^:' thenu . of t liless )od, 
 They bore the subtle and iminort 1 ho^ c. — 
 The magic seed that should transmute th s 
 
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 Into a paradise where gods might dwell. 
 
 Look forth upon tiic modern world and see 
 The same great beiri; passionate and fair, 
 Charged with her m \'St!C wisdtun as of old, 
 Still championing he sorcery of love 
 And the ecstatic progress of the Soul! 
 
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 Modern Womax is seen standing in the 
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 IzEYL, Sappho, Balkis, Deborah, and Eve 
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 Who is here through the hush 
 Of the infinite past, 
 With the confident gush 
 Of spring come at last, 
 As youth must arise from all sorrow to share 
 in the triumph of earth? 
 
 In her hair the gold light 
 Of the sun when day dies, 
 And the violet night 
 In her dusk-lidded eyes. 
 With the freshness of dew in her bearing, and 
 morn in her stature and girth! 
 
 Her throat is unlaced, 
 Her foot is soft-shod; 
 
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 She is glad and free-paced 
 As the creatures of God; 
 Her way is the path to perfection her sisters 
 of morning have trod. 
 
 With the ardor of Eve 
 xVnd Zenobia's pride, 
 She is quick to believe, 
 With soul for her guide; 
 She could go forth with Barak to battle, or 
 grace Julian's corselet of mail. 
 
 Was Sappho more tender, 
 Colonna more wise? 
 Does Mary not lend her 
 Great motherhood's guise? 
 She is soft with the beauty of Balkis, sublime 
 with the love of Izeyl. 
 
 With solace and fire. 
 With dawn in her voice. 
 She lives to Inspire, 
 Companion, rejoice, — 
 A presence of radiant devotion, a spirit of 
 luminous choice. 
 
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 And uplift and hold fast, 
 At the swell of the sail 
 As it pulls on the mast? 
 Even so must the sway of her being empower 
 the world to the last. 
 
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