FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE i^^ c^ By RICHARD BURTON UC-NRLF CD o LIBRARY OF THE University of California. Class ^^'h FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/frombookoflifepoOOburtrich ROM THE BOOK OF LIFE ♦ ♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ "PO^MS By RICHARD BURTON AUTHOR OF "DUMB IN JUNE," "LYRICS OF BROTHERHOOD," ETC SOSVOS^ A LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY .-. 19 09 SEkEHAL Copyright^ 1909, By Little, Brown, and Company. AU rights reserved Published, October, 1909 Blectrotyped and Printed by THE COLONIAL PJiESS C. H. Simonds & Co., Boston, U.S.A. Acknowledgments are made to the Editors of The Atlantic, Scribner *s Magazine, Harper's, The Century, The Outlook, The Reader, and Putnam's Magazine for permission to reprint many poems originally appearing in their columns* 192645 CONTENTS The Ultimate Nation • * « PAGR I Ballade of the Brave . * ♦ i 4 The Saltrte ♦ * * 6 In the Place de la Bastille * • 4 8 Out Fathers' Friends . • * < 9 Dead Otit of Doors « • < n Shakspere to His Mirror • • i . 12 Dumb Animals . • * . J3 The Final Freedom * • 4 . 14 Fools of Dream • « * i 16 God's Gift ; the Air • • • . J9 The Discard « • . 21 Glimpses of Childhood . • • i 23 I Mother Magic . • • 23 II In the Children's Hospital . . 24 m The Dolls' Hospital ♦ • . 25 IV Early Loves ♦ • 27 V Father and Son • « 4 . 29 Vll CONTENTS PAGB Vistas of Labor ♦ 31 I The Steamship Stoker 31 \v II The Miner ^-*:;~^III In a Sweatshop ♦ • 32 33 ^IV Factory OitHren 34 The Ancient Chance . 36 The White Thought ♦ 37 To One Motjming 38 The Symbol ♦ . 39 A Song of Gounod's ♦ 40 A Night Gty 42 The World's Desire • 44 The Two Raptures ♦ 46 The Passing Pomp 47 Early Night 48 Nature's Word ♦ • 49 Like Qear Music ♦ 50 With Dickens at the Christmas Hearth 51 Christmas Tide ♦ « * 54 In a Copy of Mrs* Browning's ** Sonnets From the Portuguese" ♦ ♦ ♦ 55 Keats' Grave in Rome ♦ ♦ ^ 56 Vlll CONTENTS The Artist's Prayer » « « PAGB . 60 An Italian Beggar ► ♦ t . 62 The Sirocco at Amalfi f • * . 63 The Mother Love » * t , 65 On the Palatine Hill » ♦ • . 67 The Human Note » ♦ ♦ , 68 Mttch in Little ♦ > * ^ . 70 San and Moon t ♦ ♦ 71 The Little Ones , * * * . 72 Ealogy » • « . 73 To an Evoltrtionist * « . 74 Li a Place of Honor , « • 4 75 Ballad of the Prince and the Bird ♦ 76 Song of the Earthlings • « 4 82 Two Towns of Fame , ♦ ♦ « 84 Of Those Who Walk i Hone 87 The Mother Church ♦ ♦ • 89 ix FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE THE ULTIMATE NATION fCE Babylon, by beauty tcnantedt Li pleasure palaces and walks of pride. Like a great scarlet flower reared her head. Drank in the stin and laughed, and sinned and died. Where Tyre and Sidon teemed with ships aload. The wharves are idle and the waters lone; And to the Temple that was His abode Li vain Jerusalem recalls her own. Brooding the bygone from her sculptured seats. In living rock her mighty memories hewn, I FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE Along the Nile, wonder of water streets. Old fertile Egypt is a stranger^s boon. Mark Athens, breathed tipon by breath of gods. With bards and sages to reveal her signs. Leap like a flame above life's iron clods. To fall in ashes tfpon vacant shrines. And Rome; firm-fotmded in a wide emprise; Her laws and legions; her imperial goal. Avail not when her sometime honor dies. Smothered in shows that kill the mounting sofiL Stich names of pride and power have been brought low. Lapsing alike into the cavernous years: Out of the grayness of the long ago Their ghosts flit homeless and we guess their tears. THE ULTIMATE NATION The destiny of nations! They arise. Have their heyday of tritimph, and in tarn Sink iipon silence and the lidless eyes Of fate salttte them from their final tim. How splendid-sad the story! How the gtist And pain and bliss of living transient seem! Cities and pomps and glories shrunk to dust. And all that ancient opulence a dream. Must a majestic rhythm of rise and fall Conquer the peoples once so proud on earth? Does man but march in circles, after all. Playing his curious game of death and birth? Or shall an ultimate nation, God's own child. Arise and rule, nor ever conquered be; Untouched of time because^ all undefiled. She makes His ways her ways eternally? FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE BALLADE OF THE BRAVE RATE not to me of weaklings, who Lament this life and naaght achieve. I hymn the vast and valiant crew Of those who have scant time to grieve; Firm-set their fortunes to retrieve. They sing for lack a Itisty stave. The world's stattnch workers, by your leave,- This is the ballade of the brave. Wan women, steel to staggering blows; White sottis from many a nether place; The htttnble heroes and the foes Of sham; the hunters of the base. The men with missions in their face. The clan who straighten, heal and save; The yotmg who think each card an ace, — Tfiis is the ballade of the brave. 4 BALLADE OF THE BRAVE Those who with stingless latjgh and jest Sweeten the labor; those who stake Their all on some sky-reaching qoest. Unconquerable for conscience' sake; The warriors who a last stand make. Though loss overwhelm them, wave on wave; Smiling, the while their hearts do break, — This is the ballade of the brave! Brothers, it is a heavenly stake Ye play for, goodlier than the grave. Then play it well, for God's sweet sake, — This is the ballade of the brave! FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE THE SALUTE [Et abotit to diCf saltitc yoti kindly, — We, the very old, hail yoti, the yotjng, Thotigh the shows of earth we see btrt blindly. And a leaden weight is on our tongoe* Btrt our wan old hearts expand in pleasure, Watching how your spirits kindle bright; And we dream xss back to springtime treasure. Old, dim ardors, ghosts of gone delight* We relive in you the chances splendid. All the btrffetings and all the gains; the sense of time and time unended. Ere the hope dies, ere the wonder wanes! How yoti love and fight and taste of rapture. How your sleep restores you to the sun, 6 * THE SALUTE How the sweet of every hoar yoti capture Haughtily, as heroes e'er have done! We have lived and loved, as you are doing; We are glad to see yoti ran the race; Half yo« seem ourselves, — your work, your wooing, Yotir high stakes of glory or disgrace^ Hail! Farewell! nor blame tis if a sadness Qtrtches at oar throat the while we gaze Brokenly, through tears, upon that gladness Once was oars in exquisite old days^ Not one bliss nor belief would we dispute you: Once for us as well the whole earth sung* We, about to diZf again salute you,— We, the elders, hail our brothers young! FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE IN THE PLACE DE LA BASTILLE a clear day in Paris, walking where A centti ry ago red riot leapt Torrent-like down the streets, I was aware How, far on the horizon rim, there crept Pale, ominous clottds; and listening I heard Dim, tmmistakable, a mtrttered word: The thtinder's prelude and the tempest's threat. The hotir was bright with stm and jest and song In the blithe Capital, and yet, and yet. The place was Paris and Men's woes are long; Stidden, for me, beneath that tranqtiil sky. The tragic ttimbrils, hark! go rimibling by! 8 OUR FATHERS' FRIENDS OUR FATHERS' FRIENDS [In Stockbridget Massachusetts^ may be seen a memorial monument* set on a tree-shaded knoU overlooking a beautiful reach of meadow* It bears the inscription: '^The ancient burial place of the Stockbridge Indians* the friends of our Fathers."] |ERE, in this pleasant mcadow-placct By trees o'erhung and with the breath Of summer fragrant, for a space I linger, to recall the death Of the red men of yore, whose worth Is here recorded; they were friends Unto ottr fathers, and their earth ^ Is honored thus; their memory blends Benignant with the tales of years When red and white lived brotherly; From tokenings of blood and tears These cool, gray stones seem strangely free. 9 FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE What word, what deed, made peace prevail ? Why did they share the ancient good Of wood and sky and river-dalet Sealing a pact of brotherhood ? We have not learned the lesson yet; The generations still arise And smite and plunder, and forget The other teaching of the skies* The elms, overarching, answer naught, Btit still the scene compels the gaze: Beneath this shaft, in kindness wrought. Rest the red friends of older days* lO DEAD OUT OF DOORS DEAD OUT OF DOORS IGH from the grotmdt and blown upon by air Sttn-sanctified; catight from corrtiption's moxAd, Girdled by streams amidst the foot-hills fair, With wind-chants making masic sweet and old. This red man rests. Unto the elements He doth return; his sotil soars glad and free. And e'en his body seems, in going hence. To cry, ** grave, where is thy victory! ** II FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE SHAKSPERE TO HIS MIRROR flTHIN thy crystal depths I see A figare semblable of me. Bat no more me than I am one With the brtrte rock I rest apon; For how may brow or eye reveal The infinites wherewith I deal? Nay, I will break thee, mirror mine ! The tinseen inward is divine. The otitward body btrt a bowl That covers in the mounting soaL If any one wotild trttly know What manner of man I come and go. Not flesh alone, btrt blood and breath, Lo, Lear, Lord Hamlet and Macbeth! Poor mammer, I mast shatter thee. Since thoti dost bear false tales of mel 12 DUMB ANIMALS DUMB ANIMALS |E call them dtimb — yet daily there uprise A million piteot^s calls of agony^ Pleadings for peace and to be let alone; For every inch of earth there is a moan, Through all the air athwart the land or sea, God, how the waitings storm the very skies I Call them not dtimb until the master, man, Slow-tatight by fellow-feeling, learns to give Each himiblest creattire in the Mystic Plan The privilege of breath, the chance to live: Then haply shall the clamor