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HUESTIS 1897 170317 c i Entered accorilinjj to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven, by Thkodoke H. Rand, at the Department of Agriculture. tLo C. SHARER OF PERFECT SUMMER DAy«< AT PARTRIDGE ISLAND BASIN OF MINAS Toronto, Canada, 1S97 t'. I (POKHY SfEAKS.J A BODY of beauty is mine. O poet, moulder of me, Withhold not the breath divine. The soul of truth that makes free. Fair form in repose for a day (The body of beauty of me) With the pulse-beats of life all away, Is well, for beauty and thee. Yet give to me life all aglow,— Not a demon of darkness to blight. But a love-lit soul pure as snow,— Beckon me an angel of light. A body of beauty is mine. O poet, moulder of me. Inbreathe with breathings divine. Or body alone let it be. CONTENTS. Poesy Speaks At Minas Basin - The Rain Cloud - The Rose - . . A Willow at Grand Pre The Bowing Dyke Love's Immanence Mystery The Night-Fisher - A Deep-Sea Shell A Red Sunrise The Opal Fires are Gone The Cumulus Cloud 2 xi Page ix 16 17 18. 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 CONTENTS. Pa«e Sea Fog 27 Partridge Island 28 Tennyson Rock 29 Of Beauty 30 The Undertow * - 31 Glooscap 32 Silas Tertius Rand 33 The Tireless Sea 34 The Veiled Presence 35 Resistless Fate 36 The Sea Undine 37 To Emeline - 38 The Cirrus Cloud - 39 Day and Night 40 Under the Beeches - - - - - - 41 The Nightingale 42 The Loon 43 Hepaticas 44 In the Mayflower Copse ■-.--* 45 June 46 An Inland Spruce 47 The Ghost Flower 48 Annapolis Basin - - - - - - - 49 In Autumn's Dreamy Ear 50 Victor is He! 51 Mc Master University 52 xii CONTENTS. Conduct International Arbitration The House of God - - . . Ben Nachmani Renewal The Christ Revelation Light at Eventide - . . Ben Shalom ---... Banishment ---... Now are the Bridals of the Leafy Wood May's Fairy Tale - . . . My Robin - - . Elissa --...._ The Humming-Bird - . . . The Hepatica - - . . . The White Rose.— (At - The War Hercules In the Cool of the Day * Beauty The Dragonfly Deathless - - . . A Dream - . . . Nature "I Am" .... The Glad Golden Year xiii -s Grave) Pa«;e 53 54 55 56 57 58 58 59 59 6o 6o 6r 67 69 71 IZ 75 n 79 82 84 90 93 96 99 102 CONTENTS. Paue Tetrapla 105 Fairy Glen 107 In City Streets 109 Bay of Fundy 112 At the Look-ofF. — (Partridge Island) - - - 116 The Stormy Petrel 120 Oblivion --.-.... 122 Sea Music 126 Summer Fog 130 The Arethusa 132 Dian and Fundy. — (Designs for a Time- Piece) - 134 The Old Fisher's Song 136 Nora Lee 144 ToW -150 Marie Depure 157 "By the Love."— An Easter Idyll - - - 161 Notes 171 XIV } AT MINAS BASIN. About the buried feet of Blomidon, Red-breasted sphinx with crown of grey and green, The tides of Minas swirl, — their veiled queen Fleet-oared from far by galleys of the sun. The tidal breeze blows its divinest gale ! The blue air winks with life like beaded wine !— Storied of Glooscap, of Evangeline — Each to the setting sun this sea did sail. Opulent day has poured its living gold Till all the west is belt with crimson bars. Now darkness lights its silver moon and stars,-— The festal beauty of the world new-old. Facing the dawn, in vigil that ne'er sleeps, The sphinx the secret of the Basin keeps. IS ;ii THE RAIN CLOUD. Swift changed to storm tones is the golden air, And shut the heavens with the descending veil Of cloud, — here warm and brown, there cold and pale, White-veined with sudden fire and red with glare. Now falls the twisted rain, like unbound hair, Dusking the wooded hills and mountain trail. Now, marshalled by the trumpets of the gale. Sweeps wide with level lances to their blare. O rain cloud, minister of cooling dew To waiting harvests sheathed in mystery, Bearer of blessed balms for fevered ills ! Thy rending veil breaks on the holiest blue, All quick and palpitant as angels see. And God's smile falls upon the breathing hills. i6 I I Hi THE ROSE. FivE-PETALED splendor set in hillside place, Parent of queenly sisterhood that stir To every garden wind, and swift confer Attar to pour from out each precious vase ! Symbol of secrecy to Latin race. Virtue and blood to York and Lancaster, Thy tint de Pompadour sweet arts transfer To Sevres', and erst " rose noble " bore thy grace. To me thou art the glow of secret heat That burneth at the heart of day and night, An odorous flush of beauty without blame, — Love's oriel wherethrough my eyes discreet May look far in beyond the outward sight And, unconsumed, see His fiery flame. 17 mm Mil A WILLOW AT GRAND PRE. The fitful rustle of thy sea-green leaves Tells of the homeward tide, and free-blown air Upturns thy gleaming leafage like a share, — A silvery foam thy bosom, as it heaves ! O peasant tree, the regal Bay doth bare Its throbbing breast to ebbs and floods — and grieves ! O slender fronds, pale as a moonbeam weaves, Joy woke your strain that trembles to despair ! Willow of Normandy, say, do the birds Of Motherland plain in thy sea-chant low. Or voice of those who brought thee in the ships To tidal vales of Acadie ? — Vain words ! Grief unassuaged makes moan that Gaspereau Bore on its flood the fleet with iron lips ! i8 THE BOWING DYKE. Sea-widowed lands more fair than Tantramar ! Winter's green providence in July's sun ! The clattering steel till all was over and done, Flashed on thy breast from dawn to evening star. Soon herds of sweet-breathed kine of sere Canard, Whose eager hoofs the hasting morn outrun. Sea of lush clover aftermath has won, And golden-girdled bees anear and far. Lo, as the harvest moon comes up the sky, Her shield of argent mellowed to the rim, The phantom of the buried tide doth flow ; And without noise of wave or sea-bird's cry Fills all thy ancient channels to the brim. Thy levels of a thousand years ago ! 19 LOVE'S IMMANENCE. I WATCH the cloud soft-poised in upper air And feel a presence bodied in its folds, The wind in dark and shine a voice aye holds, The noontide forest listens to my prayer. The trampling seas with rumbling chariots bear Significant behests in heats and colds, Urim fire throbs intense on barren wolds — The crystal globed dew-drops Love declare ! The silence of the wheeling heavens by night, By day, is but the pealing anthem sweet Beyond the pitch of my dull ears to hear, While veiling shadows are the excess of light That marks the goings of His power so near, And hides Love's regal presence on His seat. 20 1 MYS'I'ERY. VEILED enchantress of my days and nights, That in sweet wonder's realm of witchery To fairer visions ever beckons me, Thou'st left the valleys for the rugged heights ! A glaJ ?onie youth, the hill of thy delights Winged my lithe spirit to speed after thee. But now, come down, close-veiled Mystery, The garish sun but withers and affrights. 1 feel thy charm, shy and elusive one, As in the gleaming springtide of my life. Whose zest was all thy unattained pursuit. Still flit before me till the race is run, And when with doubt the common day is rife, Thy wonder-wand set thick with flower and fruit. ■' .1 'Vi THE NIGHT-FISHER. Grey liegeman of sundown and dawn, who chides With a lone song the ocean-murmuring trees, I haste with thee at dusk to stalk the seas Where feed the finny flocks of shepherding tides. O wild the pulses beat as round us glides The tidal spirit, like a midnight breeze, Burdened with moan of life-and- death decrees, — The deep night's tide-line pacing with our strides ! More weird than winkings of the ruddy Mars These flitting gleams and breaths of hell and heaven, Searching the shadowy folds 'twixt peace and dread ! — Nor dreamed I such solemnities did leaven Life's daily meal and league its dole of bread With unseen forces vaster than the stars'. 1 22 A DEEP-SEA SHELL. [GEORGE V. DEARBORN.] Arrived irom out abysmal deeps of brine, A regal splendor glows within thy whorl, Like pomp of rosy morn in shimmering pearl. Surely " the hand that made thee is divine " ! Ah, why so richly dight for beauty's shrine ? No eye can feast on walls of gemmed burl Far down the overwhelming rush and swirl Of awful wastes scarce plumbed of fathom-lire ! ■ u ■ ii Fit for the palace of high seneschal ! Inlaid with colors which the Tyrian King Vain sought to rival on his royal scroll, And echoing yet the ocean's trembling string : Mothinks the Master wrought this ivory hall To please the love of beauty in His soul. 23 ::|1 ! iii.i !f ! i Ihi ; liJIi liii A RED SUNRISE. The naked Bay its silver notes is telling Sweeter than flute or harp or singing bird, Beatings of rosy rhythm in winsome word Of lilting song are softly shoreward welling : Anear and far the ruddy waters swelling, In laughter-peals around the fair earth heard, Thrill swift the home-bound keels so long un- stirred — The kiss of day the weary wings compelling. Beware th-^^ elfin bugles sounding clear As glows morn's pallid ash to crimson flame And makes a bloody dazzle of the waves ! Ere burn the embers in the west all blear. The deep shall thunder its awful chant of fame O'er noble hearts gone down to wandering graves. 24 m THE OPAL FIRES ARE GONE. The opal fires are gone, and but a stain Of day yet lingers as the sudden night With swift cloud blots the crouching hills from sight, And the far sea moans deep in ominous pain. Ah me, it is the swart-winged hurricane ! The furious tide in elemental fight Is lashing fierce and hoar with giant might, — The bleeding shores the tale shall tell the main ! Brave sailor, reeling in thy storm-drunk bark. Blinded by sheeted rain blown tempest-wild, And vexed with roaring darkness round about ! The heaven-sent vision fair of wife and child Calm seated at love's hearth, with face ahark, Makes thee divine amid the awful rout. 25 r n lili^ Hi I' I THE CUMULUS CLOUD. Mountains of heaven, in stainless white ye shine, Islanded in calm of pearl- and sapphire-blue ! The pillared heights are lifted into view In spectral power reposeful as divine. A timeless peace abides in every line Soft moulded from the quarries of the dew, Yet fateful fire the inmost heart throbs through, And thunder slumbers in the brows benign. Paling before the massive whiteness there, The faltering moon comes up the waiting night ; The faithful stars, like folded lilies, sleep Till Love's wide wonder of the lulled air Melts with its rose-tipt crests in azure deep. And sets the skyey plains abloom with light. ii!^ 26 ^Ji^i SEA FOG. Here danced an hour ago a sapphire sea ; Now, airy nothingness, wan spaces vast, Pale draperies of the formless fog o'ercast, And wreathed waters grey with mystery ! The ship glides like a phantom silently, As screams the white- winged gull before the mast ; Weird elemental shapes go flitting past. Which loom as giant ghosts above the quay. The vapor lifts ! Again the sea gleams bright ; The heavens have hid within their chambers far Cloud-stuff of gossamer, from which are spun To-morrow's skyey pomps inwove with light, The belted splendors for the rising sun, And rosy curtains for the evening star. 27 PARTRIDGE ISLAND. I I ii I ii' lllj! jii lili The title deeds of these rich shores are thine By age, — thine, too, by succor and defence ; Ere they were kissed by winds, or waves beat thence, Thy breast of beauty broke the beating brine. All hail, fair Isle, first born ! Thy jeweled shrine Is worn by pilgrim feet ; thy firgroves dense. Peopled with Hamadryads, cheat the sense With frolic fays and all the rosy Nine. These younglings— Gilbert's Cliff, and Sharp, and Split, Bold Silver Crag, the Islands Five, and Two, And broad-browed Blomidon — the Basin's Ben, — When comes the witchery of fog-wreathed view, Each robed in richest hues, with curtsies fit. Sails in and out the circle of thy ken. 28 nil Y TENNYSON ROCK. Majestic, awesome and inspiring mock, Sculptured by frost and sun and bitter brine ! Has nature sympathy with men divine, To carve remembrance in colossal rock ? Circled by voices of the sea-god's flock, Deep calm is his, aloofness of the pine,— As when he waited his great Pilot's sign Ere he embarked from out earth's sheltered loch. O seer and Englishman, our answering hearts Leapt at thy words of empire ! Sure 'tis meet In " that true North " thy form should front the sea, Where Howe, McDonald, Tupper played their parts' At statecraft, gath'ring at Old England's feet Our Pleiad State,— one flag, one destiny. 29 I OF BEAUTY. The convoluted wave, God's first sea-shell, Upgathers now the deep's great harmonies ; From the far blue an Alp-like cloud doth well, Baring its azured peaks to the heavenlies. My spirit's outward bound, hath liberty ! Earnest as rising flame its young love burns To catch the awesome gladness flowing free O'er earth and sky as Beauty's face upturns. O naught is great without thy effluence ! In curving billow's culminating sweep. In mountain heights, the strength of grace is seen. Essence divine, of God-like competence, — Reposeful in the heart of things as sleep ! Robed in the purple, sceptred, throned a queen ! i |i| Si il 'm m 30 THE UNDERTOW. [B. H. D.l O'er all the shining levels of the beach The tide outpours its hissing, foaming brine, While with the primal surge the winds combine To press the eager waves to utmost reach. See yon brave billow, rising from the pleach Of seething waters, with a might divine. Its sinews wrought in beauty's flowing line, Leap forward now to make the age-sought breach ! i I 1^0, as the cresting plume is seen aloft, The footing of its strength on sudden slips And all is whelmed in thunderous recoils ! Ah, tragedy of lusty life ! How oft Some high emprise a soul divinely grips, But as it crests fate's undertow despoils ! 31 i 'ilp ' I ill I m iiiji' I I h I i Ijli!!- i' GLOOSCAP. Dim name, yet grand, that ever winks serene In the red fagot's light, and like a ghost Hovers above these raucous tides, this coast, Wreathing weird webs of arrowy salts and keen ! Under the black blue night's unrolled screen The loon is calling to the fiery host. And yet no answer comes to keep thy boast, — Far years their mellow thunders roll between. Divinest of the red man's race and name. Fulness of Hiawatha's dawning day. Giver of laws, priest, prophet, all confest ! Thou'lt come again, appeased thy wrath and shame, Thy speed in all thy limbs, up yonder Bay In white canoe from out the naked west. Vi' 32 SILAS TERTIUS RAND. Oft did thy spell enthrall me, spite the cost ! Thou brought'st a charmed and fadeless holiday- Stories and songs and Indian epic lay — Whene'er thy eager step the threshold crost. Imagination all its plumes uptost To follow where thy spirit led the way ! — (The sense that thou saw'st God when thou didst pray I never through the dimming years have lost.) Fair Minas' shores thy step did gladden, too ! Thou charm'dst great Glooscap from the unlet- tered past, And told'st his story to the listener nigh'st ; Ay, lover of song, of learned lore and vast, Thou lov'dst the Indian with a love so true, In his sweet tongue thou gavest him the Christ. iifli 33 i! THE TIRELESS SEA. Age after age the tireless sea doth fling Its serried waves against this frowning rock, (Whose base has known a thousand years of shock,) And shouts its purpose to its floor to bring. High up and landward now the ravens wing. On trees sure-rooted inland nests the hawk ; Instinct of doom ! for here swift ships shall dock, And give of east and west, and commerce sing. ii'!;'! \i ;iii !;: . i i III I illli .11 Warriors of truth, unwearied host of God, Who, like the deep, march to the signs of heaven, "Thus saith the Lord" your cry, count not the years ! Grey superstition's crumbling front shall nod Beneath the iteration of your Steven, And God's sweet love fioo':! all the place of tears. 34 lilii' THE VEILED PRESENCE. An ashen grey touched faint my night-dark room, I flung my window wide to the whispering lawn — Great God ! I saw Thy mighty globe from gloom Roll with its sleeping millions to the dawn. No tremor spoke its motion swift and vast, In hush it swept the awful curve adown, The shadow that its rushing speed did cast Concealed the Father's hand, the Kingly crown. Into the deeps an age has passed since then. Yet evermore for me, more humble grown, The vision of His awesome presence veiled. Burns in the flying spheres, still all unknown, In nature's mist-immantled seas unsailed, And in the deeper shadowed hearts of men. 1 1 : t 35 ; ! i ' ( i n 1 1 ii! 'I'll i ' 1 I i I ' RESISTLESS FATE. Resistless fate and iron destiny Are writ upon the tide — its branded mark. It comes and goes heedless of wind or bark, Nature's untamed and tameless energy. So rolls the cycle of eternity, — Days, months, and years — faint shadows on the arc Within our huma^ ken — rush from the dark And speed return as God's own mystery. I on this tide-beat shore, and clutching time, Marvel of what account my selfhood's will, — 'Gainst timeless might time's impotence is laid ! And through my inmost soul, as at the prime, A voice from out the awesome vast doth thrill : " O man, thou art in God's own image made ! " iVi 36 ,,it i ll. THE SEA UNDINE. Exquisite thing soft cradled by the tide, Sprung not from lathe or wheel or human wit, Wonder of whorls which touch the infinite,— Shallop that waits a brave undine's white bride ! Within, the smooth and sheeny walls are dyed With the pure pink of autumn dawns alit : Without, with stories of the deep o'er-writ,— How fairy slight the thunderous seas to ride ! The massy tides gride over reef and ledge, And sudden waves from fell Euroclydon Dash to swift death the sailor in the Bay ; But this, all lipt with pearl, and on the edge Of doom— the fingers of a babe might slay- Sleeps in the stressful suvg- at Blomidon. ! ! _^ ■ i ' " ■ ill TO EMELINE. iliiiiii'i;! Pill ■!!: In white-spruce bower, with outlook on the sea, Kingcups and daisies dancing down the slope, And broad-winged ships, world-messengers of hope. Furling their plumes or lifting them all free To catch the skyey airs — here 'tis that we Oft watch the fringes of the tide, where ope The swinging doors through which all blind-fold grope The muffled waves of shoreless mystery. The touch of two vast worlds is on us now. Our spirits hear the ebb and flow unseen Of swift commingling tides of far and near, — The low sweet murmur of the early vow. Commerce of life's strange sea, on wing between, And folding plumes arrived the heavenly pier. '3 II ' I ! 38 THE CIRRUS CLOUD. ^: I 1 li Thou hast the secret of the fiery dew, Variety and number infinite Are vestured in thy wavy flakes of white, — Of distance and of space thou hast the clue. Aloof from vapory clouds that fume and spue, Lifting thyself victorious in fight Into the far repose of zoned light, Thou strivest to attain nirvana-blue. Mottled, or plumed, or ribbed, or ripple-barred. Encamped upon the unfenced fields of space, Unsullied are thy tents cool-washed in air ; And when morn's bugle blows, or sky's new-starred, Thy cohorts wait day's coming, parting face, Like flocks of rosy angels drifting there. 1 \i} 1 1 ! ! 39 \l DAY AND NIGHT. ! ii^^' 111 iHlil And so the strife goes on from age to age, In ce. eless round of victory and defeat : Young " a^ comes forth, sun-clad, with shining feet, In beauteou pomp, and throws his battle-gage. Grim ancient Night, distraught and blind with rage, Twanging her dreadful bow, flies in retreat. Wrapt round with raven darkness as a sheet. Till from the east she may the duel wage. So Night, pursuing wounded Day, takes breath To find his blood-stained mantle in the west, And dusks it o'er with plumed shafts of death. Secure beneath the horizon's verge, in wrath He wings a Parthian arrow back his path, And dyes with crimson Ethiop's jeweled vest. Hi 40 UNDER THE BEECHES. The sibyl's speech breaks from these leafen lips, Moved by soft airs from shadowy spaces blown : " We rear these giant boles amid eclipse, AVe workmen die, the work abides alone." The day has met the night beneath the sky, And the hot earth put ofif its robe of flame ; Sweet peace and rest come with the night-bird's cry, Sweet rest and peace the herald stars proclaim. 'Tis very heaven to taste the wells of sleep. The founts of supersensuous repose ! The sibyl's rune still murmurs on the breeze, The purple night falls thick about the trees. And blessed stars, like lilies white and rose, Burst into bloom on heaven's far azure deep. • •' I ;■ ! ' ■ ! > i ! : I! 1 i - 41 11 ! 4 . '1,1 !!! 1' 1 |i ' m THE NIGHTINGALE. O SERAPH bird who on God's altar-stairs Dost ring, in showers of silver peals, thy bells Of song that ceaseless flows like dropping-wells, Anr' sprinkles all the dusk with holy prayers ! O welkin glad, shot through and through with song, As upward springs the spirit tipt with flame ! 'Tis not to Itys dead nor Dian's shame These joy-pangs, with their hint of tears, belong. The life which pulses in the bursting year A thousand choirs hymn on the sunlit globe ; But, lest the living flame to ashes turn, Thou, in the voiceless night, O priestly seer. Interpreter of nature, tak'st thy robe. And fiU'st with vocal fire the sacred urn. ) pill ill 42 11 THE LOON. 'Neath northern skies thou hid'st thy punctual nest By crystal waters in their lonely play, Meeting the challenge with which instant day And night thy chariness and courage test. Half bird, half spirit !— O elusive quest That thinks thy dappled mould but common clay ! Thou wak'st with demon laughter Ha Ha Bay, Art soul of solitariness, unblest. Flash of pure wildness on dusk Saguenay, Awareness of wild nature's subtle breast. Freight and athrill with weirdsome life, yet gay. Thou cleav'st the deluge dense, a winged jest ! That rallying mock and jeer's an impish mark— The echo of thy fiout of Noah's ark ! 'H J! ! J 43 HEPATICAS. Ill ': Jr I'l '1' !l F lit! >i 'I i;: ' '' ! rti'i * 1,1 Mil' ' ' i!u I! I If 1 ip"' Hi :f m§ A SHINING troop of cherubs just alit From the low-bending skies, — child faces sweet, Upturned and open to our human greet, — Fresii from the gladsome fount of life emit ! Heralds of spring, forewinging, as ye flit. The garland seasons with their sheaves of wheat, And to all listening ears Christ's words repeat : " Man shall not live by bread alone, 'tis writ " ! Evangelists fair of the new-made year, This news from God, forgot, blow everywhere. And fill the hollow sky, the haunting air; Till from His loving mouth, as sphere to sphere, Man knows the beautiful, the good, the true, Divinest manna dipt in heavenly dew ! 44 ii"; ' IN THE MAYFLOWER COPSE. With gladsome note the robin debonair Heralds bright May. Pale sky and earth-stained snow Warm at the touch of south winds as they blow Their wafts of life through winter's lingering air. Hid, like some laughing child, shy Mayflower fair, Beneath the leafy shield, with face aglow. Thy pearly self the coy spring's first tableau, Come to the day and yield thy fragrance rare ! Ah me ! while thrushes pipe and plumy winds Fan northward all their balmy fervors sweet, And groves are misty with the reddening bud, A gentle spirit from the past unbinds The peace of Lethe, and with quickening beat Stirs to divine unrest my fevered blood. i 45 ir JUNE. M' , i> iiiiiiirij Now weave the winds to music of June's lyre Their bowers of cloud whence odorous blooms are flung Far down the dells and cedarn vales among, — See, lowly plains, sky-touched, to heaven aspire ! Now flash the golden robin's plumes with fire, The bobolink is bubbling o'er with song. And leafy trees, ^olian harps new-strung. Murmur far notes blown from some starry choir. My heart thrills like the wilding sap to flowers. And leaps as a swoln brook in summer rain Past meadows green to the great sea untold. O month divine, all fresh with falling showers. Waft, waft from open heaven thy balm for pain, Life and sweet Earth are young, God grows not old! 46 lilliji m il ! ili 11 iil' AN INLAND SPRUCE. Peasant of northern forests, humble tree, Kirtled and frocked in all-year homespun green, And lacking not among thy kind the mien Of such as bear the white sails gallantly ! Magician thou ! Thy full-breathed symphony Of spacious dream dissolves the walls between Me now and nature's organ-voiced queen, The multitudinous ongoing sea ! The sheeny garb from thy tall shoulders hung. Making thy spiry form like vase antique For resinous balms of frankincense and myrrh, And round the bearded skirts the drowsy purr Of life, and murmurings of thy sea-harp strung, — Touch thee to kinship fine with Celt and Greek. 47 ir' mr^ I' THE GHOST FLOWER. I i: li .; illil: Like Israel's seer I come from out the earth Confronting with the question air and sky, Why dost thou bring me tip ? White ghost am I Of that which was God's beauty at its birth. In eld the sun kissed me to ruby red, I held my chalice up to heaven's full view. The wistful stars dropt down their golden dew, And skyey balms exhaled about my bed. Alas, I loved the darkness, not the light ! The deadly shadows, not the bending blue, Spoke to my tranced heart, made false seem true, And drowned my spirit in the deeps of night. O Painter of the flowers, O God most sweet. Dost say my spirit for the light is meet ? 48 i'iiiii.-;! !! liiii: i ANNAPOLIS BASIN. The full-fed crystal streams from east and west And south, thy rich-wrought cup filled to the brim, Till where the northern star soft gilds the rim, Thy waters, called, o'erbroke at love's behest. O to have seen thy cataract's white breast, Rifted with ruth through the lone centuries dim, For toiling Fundy's wooing tide — for liim To blend thy sylvan calm with world unrest ! Far floods thy bridal brought, fair lake, brave sea ! And late, the winged ships — Champlain, De Monts, With Poutrincourt, and sequent games of war. Thy marge, now crowned with peaceful husbandry, And set with England's rose where bloomed y?^«r d'or^ Still croons all day love's wedded tidal song. II 49 IN AUTUMN'S DREAMY EAR. In autumn's dreamy ear, as suns go by Whose yellow beams are dulled with languorous motes, The deep vibrations of the cosmic notes Are as the voice of those that prophesy. Her spirit kindles, and her filmy eye ! In haste the fluttering robe, whose glory floats In pictured folds, her eager soul devotes — Lo, she with her winged harper sweeps the sky ! Splendors of blossomed time, like poppies red. Distil dull slumbers o'er the engaged soul And thrall with sensuous pomp its azured dower ; Till, roused by vibrant touch from the unseen Power, The spirit keen, freed from the painted dead. On wings mounts up to reach its living Goal. 50 VICTOR IS HE! Victor is he whose tremulous soul the notes Of starry spaces hears, their far appeal, And cries "Amen !" and sets thereto the seal With which winged aspiration life devotes ! That seal rays golden flame, and bright connotes The transmutation through the spirit's zeal Of earthly passions to the high anneal That rings the harmony that heavenward floats. While other triremes vain withstood the guile. The lyric prow of Orpheus easeful past In gladsome scorn's disdain the Sirens' Isle ; And proud Calliope o'er each black mast Whispered her thrilling taunt in ears of pain : " I taught my Thracian boy a heavenlier strain !" II I) I SI MV i '■ h\''' McMASTER UNIVERSITY. As some grey captain of a merchantship, Whose prosperous voyage o'er the watery Si ife Has large concern for all, knows that his wife Waits his home-coming up the horizon's dip With holier heart than crowds that throng the slip, So He well knew, thou — flower-elect of life ! Chosen from out a clamor of voices rife — Waitedst his voyage o'er with prayerful lip. Fair Bride, forget him not through circling years ! But with a Christ-like love, deep as unfeigned Surpassing that of commerce or of state, With holy hands thy dower devote with tears Of gratitude and loyal heart unstained ; Thy sacred vow perform with soul elate. 52 •■» CONDUCT. Nay, Arnold, not "three-fourths" but all "of life"! The ethic spirit that makes conduct so, Slays all mythologies and witchcrafts, lo, False sciences as well, with ruthless knife, Lest intercourse of human souls be rife With demi-gods and unclean things below. And work corruption at the founts that flow, From hearts of fellowmen in loving strife. ! I That spirit more than science is the hope Of man's uplifting, and doth knowledge make Servant of individual, social worth. Not truth for truth's own sake, as tense we cope With life, but rather truth for love's own sake Calls forth heaven's plaudit round the girdled earth. 53 !i; ll if ilia I fill I'! «'.'' ^li I!': 'HI 1,' INTERNATIONAL ARBITRATION. Boom, boom, ye mellow joy-bells, like the sea ! Peace, peace on earth, good-will ! (and all hell gapes !)— Yet immemorial sadness ever drapes The upward way of far humanity : All prone through dark and strait Gethseraane Thou cam'st in blood, a cluster of trod grapes ! — O bruised race, whose wail so surgeful^ shapes Melodious sorrow's awful threnody ! Late, late, love's Areopagus unfurled Right-reason's sun-glad banner from the height. While rage the Furies in their cave beneath ! Hush, hush, it is the daybreak of the world ! Man's warring sky is passing out of night, And stark black demons flit with sword in sheath. ilill 54 THE HOUSE OF GOD. [G. A. G.] No finished castle is the house of God. The mind of Christ, supremest Architect, Man's puny apprehension doth correct From age to age, and turns afresh the sod. The vast historic temple now is trod 'Neath loftier roof and heaven lier aspect ; New light, new need, revealed, each ripe defect Goes down beneath man's feet diviner shod. I i ;! Alas, humanity no more can grasp Of thought of the divine Artificer, Than holds of ocean crinkled shell on beach ! Yet His unfolding plan in vital clasp Possess, O human soul, amid the stir Of speeding worlds Love's flying-goal to reach ! ii 55 i:lii m m m ':■■■: I'..: 'J BEN NACHMANI. '• O THE brightness, clearness, beauty of heaven ! Seer Ben Nachmani," Rabbi Levi said, " Of the Hagada Master thou of seven, Would that I knew whence Light, its fountain- head?" The Master whispered in the Rabbi's ear : " The Holy One, blessed be He, in white Himself doth robe, and then the whole world clear In beauty glows with His majestic light." " Sayest thou so ? That's word for word the psalm : • The light Thy garment is which Thou dost wear.* Thou tell'st it here a secret 'neath the palm, O Master thou of seven with whitened hair ! " ili'l ii;il; ! And softer fell the Master's whispered word: ''I heard it thus; O Rabbi, hast thou heard V I i!il!ji;l!il!ll!li|l; i r m "Mill m l|iii;:!i: 56 RENEWAL. i li \i In the old days Vannucci, color-dowered, Lit up young eyes with vision large and pure, That gathered in its iris-glow the lure Of sea and sky, and beauty earth-embowered ; And Rafael Santi on the master showered The rich-hued passion of his soul, secure In art that should for evermore endure, — But as he wrought his vision was defloured. For sake of art divine a seer bright-stoled, Whose eyes had drunk the steadfast splendors true Of sacred gems, this precious secret told : " Oft sight of these doth color-sense renew ! " Ah thus^ true soul assoiled of lifcy thou ey^st^ Mid thy enduring ivork^ the quickening Christ t 57 ,1 f ■ li.„ i ill lliB'fi I 'I - HVj THE CHRIST. The noonday Truth In its sevenfold beam, Is the Christ, sandal-shod ; Yea, the Truth in warm gleam Of color and shine, Both of age and of youth, As on life's plains and wolds His soul's prism unfolds The white thought of God, In human passion divine. REVELATION. As rising waves, rich jeweled by the sun, . In movement link their brilliants each to each, And flash their glories in one crest of light, E'en so, unveiling, the Eternal One Did shew Himself by signs and glimmering speech. Then flashed in Christ His love-lit glory bright. 58 m It LIGHT AT EVENTIDE. Through skies of molten gold and green the sun Floats with its cloud-wake o'er the glowing rim Of closing day ; the same horizon brim Glows green and gold with a glad day begun. So closes life's full day, its guerdon won, To those whose trustful souls are joined to Him — The world's great Light — whose hand the splen- dors limn At once of breaking day and day that's done. BEN SHALOM. Ben Shalom read one night from out a roll : "Vessel of honor, consecrate (' O soul !') Prepared for every worthy work, and meet For the Master's use ! " And finger on scroll, He prayed aloud : " Make me his silvern bowl ! " Lo ! Emeth at his side, God's angel fleet : " Yea, in His mansion here ; and when unfold The everlasting doors, chalice of gold Brimming with His great love — heaven's vintage sweet ! " E 59 i| it! mWm ji llil IP!! Ipiii'^i!'! " '"'''"ii; !i i BANISHMENT. As tiptoe dawn extinguished all the stars, There lay on a fevered flower the cooling dew ; Full soon the scornful sun, with white heat glare, Forever bade the offending thing from view ; But as day closed, it outshone flaming Mars, Or wheeling splendors of the Northern Bear. NOW ARE THE BRIDALS OF THE LEAFY WOOD. Now are the bridals of the leafy wood. O'er dusky brooks the golden sunbars fall. Birds fan the moonbeams in the balmy dark- Look me ! the banners of the holy rood Shake in the battle's roar ; sweet duty's call Wings all my spirit like a soaring lark. 60 {{III,, I I I i i i ( MAY'S FAIRY TALE. Under the yellow chestnut tree The children played right merrily. From leafy gold came pattering down The prickly burs with nuts of brown. " I do believe," said bright-eyed May, " We're pelted by some startled fay ! For fairies love no tree so well As chestnut broad in which to dwell." " Tell us a fairy tale," they said, "A fairy tale," they eager pled, 6i It M AfArS FAIRY TALE. " About the fairies of to-day ! " And circled round the wise-eyed May. With air of one who tells new truth, The gentle May, with touch of ruth, This tale of Elfland sweetly told. While all stood deep in autumn's gold : " Long, long ago the fairies found Their homes in flowers on the ground. The buttercups were full of them, And pansies sparkled like a gem. But fields by men were often mown, The flowers were plucked as soon as grown. ii'i::,' i ! i:;i;::. Thus without tents to shed cold dews, The pixies lost their brilliant hues. Their kirtles green and mantles gold Were crushed and torn and smeared wit >ould. 62 MATS FAIRY TALE. (You should have seen Mab's ermine cape, Draggled in muck till black as crape !) At last, his gossamer hammocks gone, Their daylight king, bright Oberon, (Who could not find two crimson heads Of clover strung with spider-webs) And Mab, the moonlight queen of elves Took solemn counsel with themselves. ! I 'Twas in the early summer days They met at twilight all the fays, Under a grove with fronded plumes. Whose trees were white with spikes of blooms. With elfin lance of wild-bee sting Stood Oberon, at the outer ring. 11 His knights each wore upon his breast A firefly lamp in beetle's vest. 63 Ul mm MATS FAIRY TALE. With glow-worm crown of greenish light, Sitting her fairy palfrey white, The queen, by wave of r.affron brand, Hushed into silence fairyland. Then with her sandaled foot she pricked Her wasp-sting spur (and palfrey kicked !)- Her moonbeam bridle firm in grip, She plied the silken milkweed whip, And rode straight up the waiting tree, And out each branch its blooms to see. When Mab (her own and palfrey's wings Of gauzy blue outspread) the rings Of wistful pixies leapt into. Sitting erect her horse so true. In silvery laughter broke each fay. Like silvery tinkling brook in May. 64 A/Ars FAIRY TALE, Waving her saffron brand, she said : * Fairies ! your future home and bed ! ' And pointed up the flower-lit tree,— Thither they swarmed as swarms the bee ! In turn each bole and fronded roof Was trod by Elf-queen palfrey's hoof, Till fays who bore the flame-wood lamp. Swung in their peaceful airy camp. 'I ' 1 That was a chestnut grove they found ! And as the sunny spring comes round, Queen Mab, when shines the silver moon. And elfin bugles blow in tune, Still rides high up each chestnut tree, That fays may know where safe they'll be. And golden-belted Oberon Swing in his hammock like a Don,— 6S 11- MATS FAIRY TALE. For palfrey prints his tiny shoe On every branch that's wet with dew. My story's told, now for our play ! " "And is the story true, O May?" With air of one who knows the truth, The sweet-eyed May, tall for her youth. The overhanging branch down drew, And shewed the prints of palfrey's shoe- And laughing said : " Now you all see Why ii is called Horse -ChQs\.n\i\. tree." ii t I 1 .1* f 66 n MY ROBIN. [B. B. D.] P At the very dawn of day, My robin from the hill flies down, And from the fence across the way, With black cap on his handsome head. And slatish cloak and vest of red, He calls me from my easeful bed : Dear up, dear up, dear ! Cheer up, chee 'ip, cheer ! Constant as the coming morn. He leaves his green fir copse to see If I will greet his breezy horn. And share his joy that day is here 67 r ,w„JI ill t MV ROBIN. To shimmer the sea, the fog to clear, And yellow the corn of the hasting year Dear up, dear up, dear ! Cheer up, cheer up, cheer ! Ah robin, so debonair. So glad of the darkness gone away. So heedful of this heart of care. Sweet to me is your roundelay, Born of a spirit so tender, so gay, — Let me join you in duet for aye ! Dear up, dear up, dear ! Cheer up, cheer up, cheer! 68 ; ! ELISSA. I HOLD my secret fast ! Sunset I watch, and dawn, Wait the white moonbeam cast, The pall of night down-drawn. Then in the ebon dark I whisper to myself. While every sense doth hark Lest blade, or leaf, or elf, Should catch the trembling word. And all the listening air Be to its utmost stirred, The giddy world aware ! The willow heedful is. And the titmouse peers at me, 69 ii ELISSA. The kingcups nod and quiz With an air of mystery ; But no one knows at all — I hold my secret fast ! The wizard loon may call Till night be overpast, Troops of bright eyes may smile, The people look me o'er, The parson turn the stile, Friends tarry at the door ! I hold my secret fast ! Sunset I watch, and dawn, See the blue heavens o'ercast, The pall of night down-drawn ; And then in raven dark I whisper to myself, — My whitest soul ahark Lest blade, or leaf, or elf, Should hear the trembling word, And all the listening air Be to its farthest stirred, The rolling world aware 70 I N THE HUMMING-BIRD. Thought-sudden presence Out of blank air- Humming of wings ! Here— a whisk and a flash ! Sipping red bahn there— And the silence sings. Thy will works its end In freedom complete, — Deed flashing in sheen ; Forward or backward As easeful, as fleet, As a spirit unseen. 71 » I I f' THE HUMMING-BIRD. Plumed gem all athrob, Thy ruby throat burns As from the hot kiss Of a heaven-smit soul As it panteth and yearns, In its rapture of bliss ! Thing of beauty, of life, Bright wink of a day When we'll be what we are- Freed of this garment's hem ! O soul, get thy wings. Find the red balm for aye, (Life of earth and of star !) Flash with love, a live gem ! 72 THE HEPATICA. Hail, first of the spring, Pearly sky-tinted thing Touched with pencil of Him Who rollest the year ! Lo, thy aureole rim No painter may limn— Vision thou hast, and no fear ! Fair child of the light, What fixes thy sight ? Wide-open thy roll From the seal of the clod, And thy heaven-writ scroll Glows, beautiful soul, With the shining of God ! 73 i ( THE HEPATIC A. Thou look'st into heaven As surely as Stephen, So steadfast thy will is ! And from earth's inglenook Seest Christ of the lilies And daffadowndillies, And catchest His look. And a portion is mine, Rapt gazer divine, From thy countenance given- Angel bliss in thy face ! I've looked into heaven As surely as Stephen, From out of my place ! 74 THE WHITE ROSE. (AT *S GRAVE.) Rose pendent in calm of the sun, (A type of my holiest thought) Fair substance and emblem in one, Sweet rose — sweet soul without spot ! Sweetness of beauty of God Both over and under the sod. Each moulded in earth's cloud and shine, White fulness of being complete, Love's rose of beauty divine ! Thy past, but evolvings sweet, Now, moment of essence for aye, Thy future, eternity's day ! F 75 THE WHITE ROSE. O rose in the mirror of time — Calm image from under the sod — O form of eternal prime, All-peaceful beauty of God, — Fulness of seventy times seven. Made without hands, in the heaven ! What though thy time-garment fade And vanish from out of my sight. Thy beauty shall never know shade With the Chief of the sons of light- Redeemed from under the sod, Ravishing beauty of God ! 76 ; ( THE WAR HERCULES. Under Mount CEta The blue Artemisium, Flanked about with huge crags, Stilled its wild winter drum,-l The sun turned aside, The sea nestled in calm, Zeus's wisdom of calm,— Rude Hercules died ! A wine-glass of azure From the breast of the bay, Caught up by the sun. Smiled on by the sun,— Hope's halcyon ray ! i V< I ! !i^'. VlSSi.'' M', ll . , : THE WAR HERCULES. Kiss of love for a bride, Kiss of peace and of calm, Zeus's wisdom of calm, — Wild Hercules died ! A nest and a home On the wintry sea. On the blue Artemise, In the rough country, Heaven set in the azure tide ! The sea nestled in calm, Zeus's wisdom of calm, — Fierce Hercules died ! O halcyon of rest. Sweet azure of peace, Brood thy sky -tinted eggs, Fill the world with increase- On the sea's bosom ride ! Now it nestles to calm, Zeus's wisdom of calm, — Mad Hercules died ! January, iSg6. 78 IN THE COOL OF THE DAY. I i To him that hears the calling in the calm, And, naked, feeds his soul at Wisdom's lip, Bird, grove, and brook—God's voice in silver psalm- Are like a secret honeycomb adrip. II. Remote in thought from every living thing, Silent the sage without his threshold sate, Pondering the mysteries of Gyges' ring, Dreaming of timeless years and iron fate. 79 !N THE. COOL OF THE DAY. The whirr of sudden wings his ear awoke, — A lark rose free in its grey singing robe. "O miracle of life," in "Speech he broke, " A bird is greater thin the solid globe I " III. But yesterday I saw a hillside grove Whose trunks were clad with lichens grey as frost ; At night a storm of rain and wind fierce drove, — Each bole to-day in living green's embossed ! And so, I said, the clinging lives which make Yearful and spectral those who yield them ruth, Shall, when o'er these the night in storm doth break, Wreathe them in freshness of immortal youth. IV. Adown the steep cliff's face I saw unurn Its waters full, a crystal brook to-day ; The silvery bubbles coursed each scar by turn, Safe as on a full-fed meadow stream in May. 80 m. IN THE COOL OF THE DAY. I thought of that sweet Scripture Satan used To tempt the Christ, and knew it true they bear In woven hands our souls, else deadly bruised, By hell thrust down some precipice's stair. Still at the breeze of day doth nature's God Forth in earth's paradisal bowers walk, And of soul-freedom, Love's restoring rod, And angel guardianship. He deigns to talk. 8i BEAUTY. J '''■■" ¥ I. " Had I two loaves of bread — ay, ay ! One would I sell and hyacinths buy To feed my soul."— "Or let me die !" Beauty, dew-sweet, of heavenly birth, Thy flower is writ of grief, not mirth. Thy rainbow's footed on the earth. Rainbows and hyacinths ! O seers. Your voices call across the years : " The bread of Beauty's wet with tears ! 82 111 BEAUTY. \ ' II. The living words from Beauty's mien, Than blade by swordsman swung more keen, Spirit and soul divide between : " Pure as the sapphire-blue from blame, Humble as glad, of holiest aim- Love's seven-fold beam a flashing flame !" fl III. It yearns me sore, so near, so far ! My heart moans like the harbor-bar. For coming of the morning star. Buy hyacinths— a goodly share ! Ascend, O soul, love's iris-stair. The bridegroom waiteth for thee there ! 83 li I! 1 I i i THE DRAGONFLY. I. Winged wonder of motion In splendor of sheen, Cruising the shining blue Waters all day, Smit with hunger of heart And seized of a quest Which nor beauty of flower Nor promise of rest Has charm to appease Or slacken or stay, — What is it you seek, Unopen, unseen ? 84 THE DRAGONFLY. 11. Are you blind to the sight Of the heavens of blue, Or the wind-fretted clouds On their white, airy wings, Or the emerald grass That velvets the lawn, Or glory of meadows Aflame like the dawn ? Are you deaf to the note In the woodland that rings With the song of the whitethroat, As crystal as dew ? HI. Winged wonder of motion In splendor of sheen, Stay, stay a brief moment Thy hither and thither Quick-beating wings, 85 I ! THE DRAGONFLY. Thy flashes of flight ; And tell me thy heart, Is it sad, is it light. Is it pulsing with fears Which scorch it and wither, Or joys that up-well In a girdle of green ? IV. " O breather of words And poet of life, I tremble with joy, I flutter with fear ! Ages it seemeth. Yet only to-day Into this world of Gold sunbeams at play, I came from the deeps. O crystalline sphere ! O beauteous light ! O glory of life ! 86 i!lli:lMi4i THE DRAGONFLY. V. " On the watery floor Of this sibilant lake, I lived in the twilight dim. * There's a world of Day,' Some pled, ' a world Of ether and wings athrob Close over our head.' * It's a dream, it's a whim, A whisper of reeds,' they said,— And anon the waters would sob, And ever the going Went on to the dead Without the glint of a ray, And the watchers watched In their vanishing wake. VI. " The passing Passed for aye. And the waiting 87 THE DRAGONFLY. Waited in vain ! Some power seemed to enfold The tremulous waters around, Yet never in heat Nor in shrivelling cold, Nor darkness deep or grey, — Came token of sound or touch,- A clear unquestioned ' Yea ! ' And the scoffers scoffed, In swelling refrain, * Let us eat and drink, For to-morrow we die.' VII. " But, O, in a trance of bliss, With gauzy wings I awoke ! An ecstasy bore me away O'er field and meadow and plain. I thought not of recent pain. But revelled, as splendors broke From sun and cloud and air, In the eye of golden Day. 88 ! 5 f ^Mi (111 t l|»' THE DRAGONFLY. VIII. " I'm yearning to break To my fellows below The secret of ages hoar ; In the quick-flashing light I dart up and down, Forth and back, everywhere, But the waters are sealed Like a pavement of glass, Sealed that I may not pass. O for waters of air ! Or the wing of an eagle's might To cleave a pathway below ! " IX. And the Dragonfly in splendor Cruises ever o'er the lake, Holding in his heart a secret Which in vain he seeks to break. 89 IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1.25 l^|28 |2.5 ■ so ■'^" MttM 1^' 1^ ''- — ""12.0 1.8 U IIIIII.6 III vQ v^ > 7 Photographic Sciences Corporation ^N^ \ ^^ \ \ iV *» ^ .* 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. MSSO (716)872-4503 %-- <> DEATHLESS. I. The coy soul of man, Moving through its time-span, Unheeding of wings, Tastes the death of all things— Of the flower and weed And the faint-voiced reed. II. The fair seasons roll For you and for me. The inhabiting soul Of the flower and tree, 90 DEATHLESS. With the day of each Born to be and to die, No eternity-speech, No eternity-cry That pierces above, Nor infinite thrill At the touch of Love, Or the voice of His will— From His fingers begot, God-breathed it is not ! ! \\:\ \ l| III. 'Twas a shy fair one, Like a beam of light From the clouded sun. That rose to the sight Of the eye of emotion In the soul of the Greek, And eternized the form ; And vision, devotion. Ever fixt on the norm,— 91 i I ., 1 \ > i i\ 1 b , i 111! DEATHLESS. Type of beauty of flower, Of grove and of bower, Deathless, unique ! IV. Not from pole unto pole Is man's hunger of soul. But eternity's set As a deathless fret In the heart of man As it beats the earth-span, — Beating not from the sod, But an ongoing of God ! And it listens for Him Over Time's flying rim. And it sips, or it stings, A life from all things — From the flower and the weed And the faint-voiced reed. 92 A DREAM. I DREAMED the Lord of Life was dead. Tremulous awe fell on the earth, Virtue had gone from out all things, The sun and rain were nothing worth. Rude power seized the painted woods And hurled their glory down the steep, The landscape wrapt in cerements And left in death's eternal sleep. Nor bloom nor odor met the sense. Nor wind-chant of the foliaged tree. Nor grove of singing birds, nor psalm Borne from the ever-voiceful sea. 93 ri Vi: ■'' A DREAM. Color had fled the air and sky, A stony stillness held the earth, Virtue had gone from out all things, Man's ebbing life was nothing worth. And as I wept within my dream And knew my pulse of being slowed, I sudden was aware of change — A flush on pallid nature showed ! Lo, heralds of the arriving year ! The bugled flock beclangs the blue. The hyla pipes by willowed run. The flashing swallow skims the dew. Up from the rampike's ghastly arms The gold-shaft high-hole's challenge floats. While greening hill and valley laugh And shore breaks out in paean notes. And in my dream I leapt for joy — " 'Twas but an awful dream," I said, 94 : ' A DREAM. "Tbf* Lord of Life, for evermore He lives—'twas once for all He bled ! " { iv: ? I And waked from sleep by beating heart, I heard the first red robin sing, And knew that once again had come Fresh from the life of God the spring. i t! 95 M NATURE. The large, far intent Of the Kingly One Is only begun In rearing the tent ; To nurture a soul Is the shining goal. Keen science speaketh A word clear and fair : " The carbon in air The young oak seeketh In the greening years, Lo, a giant appears ! 96 ^M^ NATURE, *' Shelter and warmth, see ! Here final cause Of nature's wise laws ; And the breath of the tree Is life unto man And lengthens his span.' But the Chemist who moves The atoms in dance, His all-seeing glance By His working proves, — From far-off to nigher. Feeds life that is higher. From blade to full ear. From acorn to beam, Unfoldings of dream, Linked series of cheer, Evolvings of grace, Shadows bright of His face ! Sweet procession and slow. Every step of the way More precious each day, 97 f :i NATURE, Till the starlit airs blow, Wake emotion that sleeps, Stir the fount of the deeps. O heaven's own fact Eternal, that beauty, As the sword on duty, Hangs silent on act Of nature forever, — Soul and body together ! Nature, series divine Of act and of word From God's mouth seen or heard ! As thou bring'st bread and wine I hear thy deep tone, "O not these alone!" All-divine unity ! Writes the heaven-touched mind Responsive, once blind : All-divine harmony ! Emotion's attest In the glow of my breast. 98 1: 1 "I AM." "•! 1 I AM, and therefore these, Existence is by me, — Flux of pendulous seas, The stable, free. •1^ I am in blush of the rose, The shimmer of dawn ; Am girdle Orion knows, The fount undrawn. V •'': I am earth's potency. The chemic ray's, the rain's, The reciprocity That loads the wains. 99 "/ AM." I am, or the heavens fall ! I dwell in my woven tent, Am immanent in all, — Supr&manent ! I am the Life in life, Impact and verve of thought, The reason's lens and knife, The ethic "ought." I am of being the stress, I am the brooding Dove, I am the blessing in " bless," The Love in love. I am the living thrill And fire of poet and seer, The breath of man's goodwill. The Father near ; Am end of the way men grope, Core of the ceaseless strife, I am man's bread of hope, Water of life. ICO *'/ am:' I am the root of faith, Substance of vision, too, The spirit shadowed in wraith, Urim in dew. M. I am the soul's white Sun, Love's slain, enthroned Lamb, I am the Holy One, I am I AM ! loi THE GLAD GOLDEN YEAR. V' The glad golden year Wheels slow in its coming. Wild labor commotions And murmurings for bread While besotted with beer Is the day s up-summing, — Insurgent emotions To beauty stone-dead ! What help, do you say, For these sons of men ? In God's image they're made — Cleanse their eyes to His light, Tune their ears to His lay, Give His bread once again 1 02 THE GLAD GOLDEN YEAR. Whose price the Christ paid, — Heaven's bread is their right ! Earth's means of achieving (Herds, field-food, and river, Rain-cisterns in sky, And sunshine elysian) Forever are weaving, And fain would deliver, Web of God's beauty nigh— Sense-ravishing vision ! * •'' I Sow bread in the field : Warm rain will transfigure The humble grey furrow With a million pearl suns On the lanceolate shield Of emerald and ligure, And the moon o'er each burrow Of the low-buried ones Turn silver the spear-tips In the dusk, with her lips ; And when breezy morn's told, All ripples in gold. 103 THE GLAD GOLDEN YEAR, j- ,11 1' li iiii i i li: I'i ll ill With envious repining Or solace of delight — As emotion is pure Or turbid with ill- Man views the outshining From the heavenly height, Feels the sweet picture's lure, Hears the bird-copse athrill, Make= him lord, or does not, Of the park, house, or cot. Who holds the sure key To this largesse of treasure Is a king among men, Though a workman in blue, — Of a strain yet to be Who with God taketh pleasure In the young earth again, And feeleth it new. Slow speeds the glad year Told by poet and seer. Yet I catch the far hum — It will come, it will come ! 104 TETRAPLA. LOVE. The blooming flowers, the galaxies of space, Lie pictured in a sheeny drop of even ; And globed in one round word, on lips of grace. Shine out the best of earth and all of heaven. SACRIFICE. Green-haloed cup of the gods, cool from the deeps, Fountain of life, whence comes thy wave that blesses ? "The burdened cloud attempts the mountain steeps, To perish 'mid the rugged wildernesses." 105 1;: w TETRAPLA. LIBERTY. Thou rugged Gaian of man's free behests, Belted and helmed 'neath God's red thunder-flails ; World climes upon thy many-cloven crests, And ordered kingdoms in thy fertile vales ! BEAUTV. II 'I ti 1 1 The grace of strength the shaggy hills attest, And cresting billows in their power serene ; Beauty was suckled at no weakling's breast. She sits the maned lion like a queen. io6 FAIRY GLEN. Hid in the virgin wilderness, The fretted Conway's Fairy Glen This summer day reveals its charms For painter's brush or poet's pen. The air is flecked with night and day, The ground is tiger-dusk and -gold. The rocks and trees, empearled in haze, A soft and far enchantment hold. The place is peopled with shy winds Whose fitful plumes waft dewy balm From all the wildwood, and let fall An incommunicable calm. H 107 m FAIRY GLEN. Through cleft rocks green with spray-wet moss, Deep in the sweet wood's golden glooms, The amber waters pulsing go, With foam like creamy lily blooms. ill Pi: l! ! .1!!!; ' ^!ii m \ l! ■ Shuttles of shadow and of light In-gleam and -gloom the watery woof As rolls the endless stream away Beneath the wind-swayed leafy roof. (So life's swift shuttles dart and play. As ceaseless speeds its flashing loom ; Our day is woven of sun and cloud, A figured web of gold and gloom.) God's arbor, this enchanted Glen ! The air is sentient with His name ; Put off thy shoes from off thy feet. The trees are bursting into flame ! 108 IN CITY STREETS. The city's ways were crowded thick,^ I bent my steps athrough its mass Of men and women, stone and brick, Its whirring wheels and piping brass. And all day long, with hurrying feet, I trod the surging marts of trade ; Yet in the rush and roar of street A calm within my breast was made. For visions came of fair things wrought By beauty's witching hand and grace Upon my spirit when I caught Life's spring-time image of her face :— 109 \ [I II M II Ml IN CITY STREETS. Blue violets in mossy bed, Flashing with jewels on their breast ; The sky-stained eggs of robin red Laid in her lined adobe nest ; The shy lone brook, crept soft upon Lest I should fright its brattling play ; The woods ahark for something gone, Or whispering of elf and fay ; The silver lake with lilies in bloom. Their cups half-full of heaven's gold, — The circling shore all prankt with plume Of ferns, whose fronds the waters told ; And up the hill the whitethroat's song — A crystal bell that shakes the dew ! While floats in dream the cloud along, And veils the palpitating blue ; The musical and dream-like rain Falling on roof o'er fragrant hay ; The blood-red spear, unflushed of pain, Of sunbeam thrust 'tween battens grey ; no IN CITY STREETS. And in a trice, the sculptured shore Where halcyon tides with wonder-wings Redden their plumes in toil to soar To where Evangeline's memory clings,— Such sights and sounds swift came and went, Glad sunshafts of an April day ! And to impetuous traffic lent The restful sweetness of the may. Imprisoned close in city marts, O childhood, so divinely fair, For thee, deep in my heart of hearts, Sweet pity beats her wings all bare ! Ill mmmM I BAY OF FUNDY. I. Deep Bay, broad-breasted and brave ! Oft rocked in thy swaying arms Beneath the hidden sun, As foam-bell tost on thy wave I drift again 'mid thy charms To sphinx-like Blomidon. Why are thy glories untold ? Thy cliflFs of purple and red And crystal-veined rocks. Thy hasting waters deep-rolled 'Neath skies whose colors are spread With art that all art mocks ; 112 W 1 BAY OF FUNDY. Thy faltering ranks of white mist Flanking vast floods and vast ebbs- A mimicry of war, — Oriflammes of dew-sprent list, Banners of gossamer webs, Soft blown as lights of Thor ! II. The smooth shining flats all bare To the heavens' nakedest ken, Mirror the hills, like lakes. The drowsy lull of the air Will stir anew to life when The tidal note awakes. From iang'rous south seas that creep, These odors dank issue forth. Odors of sun-steeped brine — It comes ! a breeze from a deep, Full-fed from seas of the North, A waft of Vikings' wine ! Now beats the pulse of the flood, The throbbings deep of a heart Felt all around the world ; "3 BAY OF FUNDY. % ii w ii. Now smites its rhythm with a thud, — With ictus sure of its art That mountains huge has hurled. The unsouled rivers and creeks Have being, have life to the full, Into their mouths rebreathed, As heaves the broad breast that seeks T' embosom each leaning hull, Bare on red banks tide-seethed. The iron gride of the flow Powders the rocks in its path, And bears the dust afar To build their urns, where may grow Sweet grasses and " primrose rathe,"- Fair Grand Pre, Tantramar ! III. Builder, unbuilder of shores, Thresher of cliffs vapor-stoled, God's masterworkman strong ! Yet on thy bosom the oars Of sailor lads ply and fold To sweet refrains of song. 114 I 4 ffAV OF FUNDY. And glad in thy twinkling smiles, Awing, like sea-gulls, the ships Are breasting stout the breeze, — Ah me, thy treacherous wiles ! Witching fog-wraiths draping rips ! Currents of iron seas ! IV. O Fundy, deep-breathing sea. Regal in power and rimmed In hollow of His hand, Captive to beauty, yet free, Sleep now, thy Basin is brimmed In fair Acadian land ! Haloed with pearl-raying rings The moon, at her utmost poised. Looks on her silver shield ; And the tide wakens and swings — Ebbs with a clangor far noised And wheeling wings afield. '15 !ii nm' AT THE LOOK-OFF. (Partridge Island.) (1 I: ■■" I. What more can world-worn spirit ask Than here in nature's arms to bask And see the plangent tide at task ? The zest is swift as lusty youth, (Touched with an undertone of ruth,) Invincible as ageless truth, — The wonder of all wondrous things ! How coy the birds ! they lift their wings ; The wary ship to her anchor swings. ii6 AT THE LOOK-OFF. II. Sun, moon and stars of ancient prime, And of to-day, in confluence chime The universal One sublime ; Pouring these floods of deep surcease,— In universal pain, release ; In universal travail, peace. The strong right arm is here hid bare In strife, by which He doth declaxe Another shall not with Him share. Forces of universal law Which hither these vast waters draw Send through my soul His tides of awe ; While universal radiance charms And beckons to His winsome arms To soothe my timid soul's alarms. Of joy, of grief He does not rob, — The light with intermittent throb Falls on the waters glad — a-sob. 117 AT THE LOOK-OFF. III. Here He and I are conscious each Of each — a Deep, a waiting beach ! A shell, a Sea that doth beseech ! How all unswift my eyes to see The universal God in Thee, Who walked the waves of Galilee ! Give, freely give — Thou dost not dole ! Pour chrismal balm upon my soul ! Anoint me from Thy golden bowl ! IV. In travail, pain, grief, joy, the wave Slumbers nor sleeps the earth to save- This word the blissful God He gave, Ere yesterday in Palestine Love's flagon poured the ruddy wine, Life of the universal Vine. ii8 AT THE LOOK-OFF. V. The tameless tides, unresting, seethe ; I rest me, for He works beneath ; Peace ! peace ! the toiling waters breathe. Peace, healing peace, in murmuring main, In brooding sky fanned by lone crane ! The sunbeams bicker in the Lane — Peace on the lighter's falling sail ! Peace on the ships that breast the gale ! And peace in human hearts that fail ! 119 THE STORMY PETREL. Fair hero, brave hero of sea — The sea in its darkness of wrath ! I run down the breaker with thee, I mount the next in its path. Our hearts beat together, charmed one, Lift their wings as fearless as free. Ride the gloom as if 'twere the sun Gold-bridled for you and for me. Summer rain, the cold drifting sleet That whistles as spiteful as hail ! A roadstead, the billows that fleet Under the black lash of the gale ! 1 20 THE STORMY PETREL. We laugh at their seething, their roar, Draw our breath full in their face ; We have wings, we know we can soar,— Your secret and mine in embrace ! (Wings, wings, the soul of our life ! Outspread they victory tell,— Upliftings amid gulfs of strife. Wafts of heaven that keep us from hell !) Brave hero, winged hero of sea— The sea with black tempest in breast. Here we mount on the breakers, free, Soon to soar into calm, into rest ! 121 OBLIVION. UM I. The all-devouring sea ! I said, — While looking on the green- and red- Ribbed rocks a-tilt that flank Sharp's Head The diary of the rain cloud driven To yield again its spoil by heaven, The west wind serving the replevin — Notes of the ocean's teeming floor, The carven shell, the seaweed's spore, And ripple-marks of tidal shore — 122 1*"- OBLIVION. Vast tablets of the world of eld, A mighty Bodleian unspelled, By ravine into dust compelled ! The hills are fated to their fall. Upon the great, upon the small, Oblivion drops her raven pall. II. And then I thought : The form and mass May baffle ken of eye and glass, And yet the record may not pass. Tittle and jot, where all seems nil, A finer form in form may still Wait touch of that which doth fulfil. III. The liquid air, unseen, unheard, Writes in an everlasting word The wing-beats of the hasting bird, f 123 7 i; f: l! ■ m§ I' flit a = f-.liis tsi c|l| liit OBLIVION. The sweet light leaves, and bears abroad, A picture of the wide realms trod With winged feet gold sandal-shod ; Etching in truth and beauty's grace, Beyond compare of antique vase, On fronting hills the other's face. Nor shoreless deeps of space debar Blazon on earth of records far, In greening orb or burning star. IV. I said : Coined for exchange in mart Of purblind men with leaden heart. This word Oblivion on life's chart ! Deft science' balance now prevails — This simulacrum in the scales. The verdict to the counter nails. 124 OBLIVION. V. And then, distraught by onward sweep Of meditation long and deep, I sought me out a place to weep— O soul, may not thy leaves, I mused, Stirred by death's shock through all diffused, Reveal thy story unconfused. Clear traced by thought's all-subtle beam- A quickened palimpsest agleam, Re-orient out of dusk and dream ! 125 SEA MUSIC. (For dramatic orchestration.) I. \\^ Fleecy white waters, Shorn by the tempest, Wrathful and doomful Rolling to land ! ■' [ Naked and lustrous. Fiercest of smiters, Straight for the stern cliffs. Iron to steel ! 126 li* II SEA MUSIC, Shock unto shock calls, Boom answers boom, Roars the huge tide-loom, Thunder and storm ! Torn are the vast webs Woven of tumult, Flung to the cloud-rack, Tatters of sound ! II. The glistening waters again Are marching loyal and true Under the hollow sky, A hundred million of men Throbbing as fiery dew Under the morning's eye ! List to the repetend note, Multiplex tone of the sea. Refrain of grief, of mirth, '27 11 r i! m SEA MUSIC. On violet air afloat Far borne to mountain and lea, To the home of its birth. List as its music unbraids : — Rivulets pour from the hill^ Winds wash the lips Beside the wave-worn cliffs, Painted with rainbows of a thousand storms, We sat us down, and took on grateful cheek And brow the waking winds that yestermorn, Far out Atlantic's grey unresting wastes, 138 THE OLD FISHER^S SONG. In awful tempest smote the full-winged ship And pluckt it naked to the hungry deep. "Peace is of conflict born," I said, "and good Seems rooted oft in ill. Man gropes in fog, And is a child tost in a cockle-shell. The stars wink over him and then are gone, The sun is not, and when he deems he's lost, The shore breaks forth in silver welcome sweet." Care for the coming man, Heirs of the race, Hearten your spirits. Gird ! qiiickeii yotir pace ! There's a sound in the air, There are trumpets ablare, But there's nothing to dread, You've God overhead. *' The Sirens once were symbol of chief fears That met the hardy mariner on life's main " Said Harold, musingly, " but now the coast Is set with sirens groaning lest he touch The isles mist-veiled and hooded white with fog, But cruel as the Sisters twain of death. Science, to-day, the witchery of the past K 139 THE OLD FISHER'S SONG. Turns into truth to guide the course of man, Tracks to its lair disease, and bolt and flame Subdues to service of the struggling race ; While breeze of health begins to fan alike The cheeks of rich and poor in city ways, And wisdom cries aloud in every street." You of the 7Vorld-ageSy Saviors of man, Hearten your spirits, Lay open God' s plan. Labor hungers and wastes While love tarries nor hastes, Yet the note's round and clear, The full time draweth near. " But what of man's grim lust and greed? " said I. •' The comradeship of stars and night is not More awful than is that of man with sin, Nor shows more steadfast purpose 'gainst the light. The sky and air fresh-washed with summer rain Forthwith begin to cloud with haze and smoke Till smit again with lightning's wrath, and torn By buffet of the thunder's pealing voice. So hath it been with man, till judgment-ire 140 THE OLD FISHER'S SONG. Reddens in vain to purge his murky sky And flash the light of God upon his soul. The beastly lure of drunkenness that cloaks Itself in the white mantle of the Christ ; Delusion's wand that prints mirage for sight On eyes of civic crowds, and nations, too, Or, unclean, faith assoils in simple hearts ; The simpering guile that toys with capital And robs the workman of his honest wage, While like the surgy murmurs of the sea Sounds out the moan of willing labor's voice For bread to fill its famished children's mouths ; The lust of power to sit in place of God And turn for selfish ends the wheels of fate Of fellowman,— these wait a day of doom ! " Heirs of the century^ Sons of renown^ Lift up humanity s Broad kingdom and crown. There's a purpose replete. To put all 'neath man's feet. And we see it begun In the Virgin: s crowned Son. 141 THE OLD FISHER'S SONG. " Injustice," Harold said, with eye that burned Like a star, '* is the devil's own trade-mark, And hottest comes from hell through saintly hands ! The race of man is in the making yet. Hypocrisy still deftly apes true worth — Thus prophesying universal good. Nature is non-committal of her end. But God is hiding not man's destiny. Yon fitful beacon flares the dark night through, And then the kindling clouds, day's heralds, burn In golden dawn. Earth's skyward crags, which thirst For news from God, are bathed in heavenly light, And from their sunrise shoulders the full morn Shoots far the splendors of its coming noon. The shadows of a fleeing night yet dim The age and mask a hundred ills as good. More eager graspt at since they haste away ; But from the slopes there pours a clear new light, Divinely aired, above that of the sun. Philosophy of schools, nor science wise. Nor labor, of itself, life's secret finds, That fills the promise of man's vermeil bloom. 'Tis love alone can sheathe the alien sword, And crown mankind in his own kingdom lord." 142 THE OLD FISHER^S SONG. « Heirs of the comini:; age, Makers of matt, The Christ be your pattern, Ay, choose ivith elan. There's a presence at hand. There's a voice of command— fits Love, King of men, Alleluia, Amen I And as we turned toward home by open b .ach, The waves were loud in clamor on the shore ; ' But over all, and far away, we caught The drifting chant of the old Christian seer : // is Love, King of men. Alleluia, Amen ! M3 NORA LEE. I 1 i; V \i M I. Away from Howth into the south A stanch brave ship left harbor-mouth. The Easter Bell, all sails a-swell, Gallantly swept to sea they tell, And Nora flamed like one ashamed, When her fair sailor-man they named. n. Three moons did heap the cresting deep Since Nora Lee was wed at Dreep. J44 NORA LEE, Up from the dim grey ocean's rim No tidings came of ship, or him. A sea-gull's wing would make her sing, And eye with smiles her wedding-ring. If signal high flew in the sky, She knew the Easter Bell was nigh, And pulled a rose, as wife that knows Her good man cometh at the close. The white ship came — 'twas not the name ! And Nora Lee was not the same. III. The kraken grim, in dream, did swim Beside the Easter Bell^ and him. The ocean swell and harbor bell Chimed in an endless passing knell. In gleaming green of breaker's sheen, The pallid light of death was seen. 145 i NORA LEE. The shaping clouds, the mist, like shrouds, Floated in ever-thickening crowds, — Till piping wind her blood did bind, Froze by the phantoms of the mind. IV. ** Cheer up, good wife," the neighbors rife Said all, •' the Bell has charmed life. » V ; \ " Brave Captain Head, no dawn a-red In vain e'er signaled him, 'tis said. " Of all this town, from foot to crown No sailor has so just renown. .-SI " The winds that blow, the reefs that grow, Each one by heart he'd know, he'd know. " Some night full soon, or morn, or noon, The Bell will fly her home gossoon ! " 146 ir NORA LEE, V. The days they came and went the same, The moons, the tides, the mists, the flame. And Nora said : " Since I was wed Six moons the heaping tides have led. " In gloom I pine— (love makes him mine, Alive or dead) — I'll throw the line ! " VI. She pulled a rose, as wife that knows Her good man cometh at the close. Three neighbors true with her she drew To the grey shore, and, calling, threw, With passionate leap, far to the deep. The life-line good wives always keep — " O Mike, my man, my dear good man ! The line, the line, my dear good man ! " M7 NORA LEE. (Calling so sore adown the shore, As fell the wintry surge's roar.) Across the line of foaming brine, Low answer came that lit her eyne. The neighbors three with Nora Lee All heard the words from out the sea, Yet none e'er said what past the wed, — A fearsome awe o'er them was spread. VII. When next moon fell, the Easter Bell Sailed into harbor, as they tell, With silk " gossoon " astream aboon — And Nora in her calm did croon. And softly tell : " I knew it well, His head it tosseth with weed and shell." 148 TO W. i'-li ii '^k \'i i 4 I'i' m TO W. I. " Neural and hjemal arch," you say, " Tell out man's history to day, Brain and mechanics have their way." Is structure then sole test of kin ? The ape from man, in form and skin, Is far as holiness from sin ! Emotion swears with hand uplift. That beauty is no mere makeshift, Significance divine its drift. 150 TO W. Beauty of sound, articulate speech, Lories and pyes might simians teach, These, therefore, nearer to man reach ; While nightingale and mocking-bird. Approach, in music's heavenly word, Closer than mammal e'er conferred. II. Were structure and function parallel, The word might break the mystic spell, But function doth its test compel. Upward to man the beaver deft In structure gains of tail bereft — But if there were no house-skill left ! — And if in structure beavers be In tooth and larynx nearer me Than flirting blackbird m. ash-tree, His song beyond all such control Comes up in kindred echo-roll, With those that tremble in my soul. 151 TO W. III. True, in mechanics there is seen A gross resemblance in the mien Of ape and man — thought nigh unclean \ S tA But grosser want of function's shewn Of human attribute and tone, — Sweet rhythmic utterance unknown ; Beauty of form, proportion fair, And dignity — all wanting there, Though neural and haemal arch compare I IV. 4' il''? 11 ' Of structure, all you find is that A function it performs, whereat A thus or thus of sight's come at. And yet you truly know far more — Feeling from out her open door Affirms, in speech of beauty's lore : 152 TO W. "O, awesome!" "beauteous!" "pleasant too I" "Inspiriting!" "ennobling!" "true!" Or contrariwise — each as is due. But no account of this you take ; Your thoughts are polarized, and make An open sea of a tiny lake. V. You don't believe the colors of birds And insects are God's painted words To please the master of His herds ! " Mere marks ancestral, once of use. Now useless as an empty cruse — Derived, but not designed," your truce. Yet why such skilful pains bestow, That colors once had use, to shew ? Vain zeal, since that you cannot know. 153 TO W. Fruitless your words ! Is it not plain, " Designed " or not, like April rain, The end achieved is man's high gain ? VI. 'Tis folly to attempt truth's goal With logic got of half the soul, — Truth will not have the half, but whole. Beauty, God's gladness seen in time. Lights up Truth's calm white face sublime With radiance of the golden prime ! Shall you and I look down for light ? Nay, upward let us fix our sight, Downward's the awful gulf of night. 154 le MARIE DEPURE. 11 II MARIE DEPURE. Not with her outward eyes, but with her mind, Her living soul, her faith,-for she was blind- Marie Depure, with simple, loving heart. Had seen the Christ, and chosen the good part. She never thought with Milton, in his pride, "Does God exact day labor, light denied?" But gave her willing hands as one who saw. Deftly to plait for use the yellow straw. With humble workers of her craft she wrought For daily bread, and Christ's great lesson taught, That love the life far more than meat regards, And body, more than raiment sweet with nards. ^57 A If' '; i MARIE DEPURE. For when the pastor, who, like John, had leaned Upon the Master's breast, spoke words that yeaned The pity of his heart for those that sit In heathen night, nor know Christ's torch is lit ; Marie Depure, her soul winged like a dove Eager to bear the news of light and love, Gave of her humble toil more than they all, — Since love makes willing answer to Love's call. Amazed, the man of God to Marie said : " Your gift is great, a part I take instead : " But she, with sweet insistence, spake him, " Nay, I'm richer far than those who see the day. " These workers of the golden straw buy oil, When darkness falls, that they may see to toil ; But I am blind, I need no oil for light, — I give this love-lit lamp for darker night." Marie Depure ! A sweet and gracious beam Speed from thy burning lamp, a Christ-like gleam, To those who in the darkness sit, and some Who, without serving, pray, "Tby Kingdom Come ! " 158 ( ( BY THE LOVE >» AN EASTER IDYLL. '•BY THE LOVE. >> An Easter Idyll. Twelve months agone The beauteous face, all white with pity as A wave with foam, sank in the dusk of death. Four summers and the wafture of the fifth Had poured their cataract of gold far down The shining shoulders o he seraph boy. While love, a father's and a mother's, hung Above its laughter like a thing divine. O golden head that drifted down to death ! Sweet eye and voice by silence swift devoured Dawn's kiss upon the forehead of the day ! i6i ''BY THE love:' I The fresh-blown surge of grief was stilled, And halcyon hope her azure wings outspread As all the hollow sky on Easter morn Was, like a lily, filled with golden light. Swift through the hush of death the thrill of life Touched the still chords of the fair mother's hearty And woke unquenchable desire to lay White lilies from the darksome mother-earth Upon the tomb, where circled, like a dove. Her winged hopes, — the tomb where long ago White angels watched the birth of Life anew. Beside the lilied mound she lingered long. Her rising soul pushed at the gates of death, Till, like a creek from which the moon has drunk The tide, they yawned empty and bare of hope. All spectral grew her heart with tearless grief As some sweet plot of lichens reft of rain. *• There are no angels now," she said, " to roll The stone away. O that He now were here To raise my dead, if 'tis not all a myth ! " And as she spoke she lift a bitter face Into the eyes of the bright Easter day. 162 (( BV THE love:' Not far away she saw a little child Of scarce five years, and drawing near she knew Him one who never felt a mother's kiss, — Now sitting at the grave where one long month Had slept his father, — kith nor kin bequeathed The boy in the wide circle of the earth. She knew that, rose and rosebud on one stem, Father and child had crimsoned life with love, And that the wind of death had snatched The rose and left the unsheltered bud alone ; Yet blinded by the night of her own grief Scarce had she seen his golden day's eclipse. Now swift she marked the tender mobile lips. The spirit-light aglow in eye, on brow. And the rare beauty of the noble face. " Is your name Mary," fearlessly he asked, " Who with the angels talked when the great stone Was rolled away ?— " " O no, dear child," she said,— " Whom are you looking for ? " With reverent mien, Yet eager voice, " For Jesus," said the child. " O Jesus is not here, my darling boy. He's risen, you know." " Yes," said the wistful face, 163 ''BY THE LOVE." *' I've waited here all day for Him to come And raise my father up. I thought perhaps He sent you, 'tis so late, to bid me stay A little — O 'tis never too late for Jesus i " he said, and brushed away the tear ; " He's sure to come, for 'tis the Rising-Day." The v,roman stoopt to kiss the wondrous boy, And sat beside him there upon the grave, And sobbed like organ swept by the master's hand. " What makes you cry ? — perhaps your father's here To be raised up ? " " No darling, — but my child." He stroked the woman's hand : " Don't cry," he said, " Jesus does not forget the Rising-Day, He'll surely come and give to you your child And me my father — He will come to-night. I saw the two men who from Emmaus came, Go by at early morn, and Jesus will Meet them, and turn and this way come, as they In wonder all about His dying talk. And rising too. The men will know Him not, But I shall, and will call to Him to stop 164 ''BY THE love:' And raise my father up." " How shall you know Him, my dear boy ? " she asked. " O by His smile, And by the picture father shewed me once, But " (with his hand upon his heaving breast) " I'll know Him best by the love I keep in here." " Shall you ?" she said, "and are you sure you'll know Your father?" " My own father ! " said the boy. With wondering voice, " I'll know him by the love, And so will you your child. They will not look The same, for Jesus did not, but they knew Him by His love." And finer grew the face As the fond lingering voice, in love's own tones. Repeated : "And we'll know them by the love." Moveless a moment, as the tide at full, Her heart hung in a balance, and as its Tremulous deeps swayed to the signs of heaven, Its wave broke o'er the banks of self to life. "Philip," she cried, and clasped him in her arms, " Jesus has gone to heaven, and I am sent By Him to take you to your father now. Come ! " With faith strong as is the noonday sight, 165 ''BY THE love:' Instant the child clasped home her trembling hand. And passed without the gates, nor backward lookt. Silent he went, for expectation held Him fast, and a great light was on her face. Entering her home, she bade that food be given The famished boy ; and when the maid brought milk, Honey and bread with broiled fish, he said, With exultation : " Now I know this is The house — it's all here just the same, and He'll Be here to-night." With winged feet the wife Sped up the stair to meet her husband's step. And in a rapture told him all, and of The wonder-heart below. " Heaven, a fair child. An angel boy, has sent our stone to roll Away ! For us his vision is no less Than for himself. O husband, this is life's Supremest hour for us ! — 'I shall know him By the love^ sweetly he says." — " It shall be So indeed ! " cried the father's yearnmg heart. As she returned, the child most eager said. In a sweet voice half-sob, but full of hope, i66 ''BV THE LOVE." " O wash my face and comb my hair, before I see my father — 'tis not too late yet ? " The touch of the ineffable child-trust Pierced deep her heart, yet with assuring tones The words fell : " Philip, come, let us now go To him." The arras opened on a face Noble and winsome sweet, though smiles were close To tears. As azure bird on mountain stream Halts a brief moment on some jutting crag, Ere as a flash of streaming light it cleaves The dewy darkness of the trickling dell ; So for a moment halted the sweet child, Took one step forward, and then leapt into The arms where death-shade once was deep as night. But where commingling love now glads the gloom, All lit by the sweet azure of the heart With head thrown back, and questioning eyes agaze : " Father — you're — changed ! " he said, " but by the love, We know each other— by the love, the love ! " The father's heaving heart did ec' o sweet, "The love, the love ! " 167 ''BY THE love:' And nestling down upon The manly breast, the curly head, soft-stroked, And soothed with all the lullabies of love, Was rocked, like harbored sail, to rest of sleep, Lapt in the love which fed his simple faith, And poured a golden Easter in the heart Of her who groped in darkness 'mong the tombs. % i68 NOTES. NOTES. Page 17. and erst ""^ rose noble^' bore thy grace.— "Wit '♦rose noble," an ancient English gold coin, fiist minted by Edward III., was stamped with the figure of the rose. 19. The phantom of the buried tide.— Th\h phenomenon is not infrequently seen in the evenings of the last of August or early September. It is caused by the conden- sation of the invisible vapor of the air resting on the dyked lands— the former sea-bed. As the condensed vapor lies close upon the ground, the illusion of a full sea is complete in the moonlight, the shore hne and creeks being perfectly traced. 28. The title deeds of these rich shores are thine. — Geologists affirm that Partridge Island is older than the mainland, or than the other islands mentioned. 29. Tennyson Rock.— This rock is the pinnacle of Pinnacle Island (one of the Five Islands, Basin of Minas). The rock is solitary, and nearly two hundred feet high at low water, — a seated figure strongly resem- bling, as seen from the Basin, Lord Tennyson in hs old age — with his cloak about him. M 171 •nil 1! \'% > i >■ NOTES. 32. Glooscap. — The divine man of the Micmac In- dians. His home was on the shores of the Basin ot Minas, particularly at Partridfje Island, the Five Islands, and Blomidon. He sailed away "into the west," because of the wickedness of men and beasts, not to return till they should heed his voice. (See " Legends of the Micmacs," gathered by the late Rev. Silas Tertius Rand, D.D., LL.D , of Hantsport, Nova Scotia, and pub- lished by Wellesley College, VVellesley, Mass.) 40. Day and Night.— The last three lines of the sonnet refer to the " afterglow," which often appears (at Minas Basin) from half an hour to an hour or more after the first sunset colors have entirely faded into dusk. 45. Mayflower.— The Trailing Arbutus. 48. The Ghost Flower. — The monotropa uni flora, — a true flower, not a fungus. It grows in the deep shadows, the entire flower and stalk being colorless and wax-like. It has white, wax-like bracts in place of green leaves. The cup nods, and stalk and flower together often form an interrogation point (which fact, it will be observed, determines the cast of the sonnet). The flower is widely known as the Ghost Flower, but is often called Indian Pipe. 52. McMaster University.— Founded as a dis- tinctively Christian university, by the late William McMaster, of Toronto, merchant, founder of the Bank of Commerce, and a member of the Senate of the Dominion of Canada. 17-2 i NOTES. dis- lliam Bank • the SA. Areopagus . . . /^rm>J.— The sessions of the Anopagus, the highest judicial court at Athens, were held on Mars' Hill. The Cave of the Furies was beneath the same rock. 66. And shewed the prints of pnlfrefs .y//^^.— These tiny horse-shoe prints, many of them sharp and perfect even to the nail-heads, may be seen in abundance on the branches of any horse-chestnut tree. 82. Had I two loaves of bread,— yioh^mm^d. Or let me rtT/V— Wordsworth,— uttered in view of his emotion at the sij^ht of the rainbow. 84. The Dragonfly.— The species of neuropterous insects referred to in the poem deposit their eggs in 'vater. The grub lives at the bottom of the lake or pond, creeping on the submerged parts of aquatic plants and feeding on aquatic insects. When the final trans- formation is about to take place, the body of the insect becomes swollen until, lighter than the water, it rises to the surface. As its skin dries, it splits at the back, and the perfect insect comes forth, with body and wings quite soft and moist. When dry, the wings exoand, until presently the insect spreads them, and soaring upwards, begins to dart to and fro in the full enjoyment of its new and wondrous life. 115. The moon at her utmost poised.— Th^ moon is in meridian at high water in the Bay of Fundy. 159. "By the Love": An Easter Idyll. -The story on which this poem is founded was published in the Congregationalist, by Helen Strong Thompson, as a true mcident of the Easter of 1894. ^71