\ POEMS POEMS BY MARY E. RICHMOND LONDON ELKIN MATHEWS, VIGO STREET 1903 PRINTED BY R. FOLKARD AND SON, 93, DEVONSHIRE STREET, QUEEN SQUARE, BLOOMSBURY, LONDON, W.C. Contents PACK ANNUS MIRABILIS I. Meeting . 3 II. Discovery . 4 III. The Request 5 IV. O Day of Happiness ..... 6 V. Consummation 7 ROUNDELS " The Realms of Gold " II The Soft Rain Falls 12 Epithalamium. . . . . . . . 13 The Lost Child 15 Rebellion 16 The Change 18 Vision 20 DEDICATION The Balance 25 Apple Blossom 27 Living Water 29 Loss 31 The Guide 33 Reconciliation ....... 35 A Cure of Souls 37 The Gift 39 17G3952 VI. FACE TYPES The Young Ruler 43 Mary 45 Martha 47 The Leader 49 Monica to Her Son S 1 Dying to Live S3 Evening Glories 55 In Memoriam 57 Reward 59 The Wings of Reason 61 An Idealist 63 To a Mother 65 To an Irish Terrier 67 WATER COLOURS, 1897-1898 Brindisi 71 A Deserted Monastery 73 Chatswood, N.S.W 75 Kiama, N.S.W 77 Katoomba 79 Leura 81 Sydney Harbour 83 Rangiuru, N.Z 85 A New Zealand Picture 87 Chequered Sunshine ...... 89 A Storm 91 Otira Gorge, N.Z 95 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS The Fairy Well 99 The Miser ........ 101 The Phoenix 102 Vll. PACE The Loom 105 To an Honest Man 107 A Song 109 A Song of Joy and Pain . . . . . . in To a Young Maid 113 ToS. M 115 ToD. K. R 118 A Blessing at Parting 120 A Farewell 122 To a Teacher 124 " Venit Hesperus " 127 The Gleam 128 Seed That Dost Not Know 130 Overcast 132 Constraint 134 Pilgrimage 136 A Prayer 138 The City of God 139 AMOR INFELIX Parting 143 Disillusioned 145 The Door Between 147 Not Yet 148 Widowed 149 Before Dawn . 150 Transformation 151 OBLATION 155 Annus Mirabilis I. Meeting DEAR, when I see your face my tears are gone And cold corroding fancies fly apace : I have no cares that I can think upon ; Dear, when I see your face. This is my year of wonder, year of grace, And sun and moon shine as they never shone, For I have found " the counter charm of space " ; I am a king new crowned and on my throne. Earth is no more a sad perplexing place, For heaven is all about me and my own, Dear, when I see your face. B 2 II. Discovery Lo ! a deep well of Love, within a holy shrine ! Peace rest upon thy heart, as a mild brooding dove Upon her nest in spring, and in those eyes of thine, Lo ! a deep well of Love. I meet thy gaze and yet thy spirit doth not move ; Awake ! sweetheart, awake ! and know thy power divine, Thou hast in thee a gift 'twere sinful not to prove : O fair unconscious Saint ! lay but thy hand in mine, And give me life on earth, and life in heaven above. Show me, amid this desert where I thirst and pine, Lo ! a deep well of Love. III. The Request TAKE what I bring, O Sweet ; my heart awaking From dreams of self finds refuge at thy feet ; And in the east at last the day is breaking, Take what I bring, O Sweet. We are but mortal, time is strong and fleet, But love is stronger still, his way betaking About the happy stars, who seem to greet Like maids at eve, their golden tresses shaking : Yet I ask nothing of thee, I entreat No love of thine ; only, thy pride forsaking, Take what I bring, O Sweet ! IV. O Day of Happiness O DAY of happiness ! O blissful hour ! She comes across the fields whom all men bless. Behind her buds of gladness spring and flower, O day of happiness ! Lightly she moves, and hardly seems to press The solid earth, yet with her joy and power Flow free to lift the lowly in distress. And she is mine : she leaves her maiden bower For me, O wonder ! Little winds caress And kiss her curling hair ; O blissful hour, O day of happiness ! V. Consummation THE perfect night is here ; each shining star Beams at its brightest, and the rolling sphere Is full of dim enchantments from afar : The perfect night is here ! O Lord of Love and Life ! in holy fear I kneel and pray, no dissonance may mar The marriage of our spirits ; draw Thou near, Thou knowest, Father, what Thy children are ; Make Thou this day of marvels yet more dear ; For now, soft curtained in her glancing car, The perfect night is here. 1899. Roundels "The Realms of Gold" To C. H. S. K. I WILL show you where a treasure lies, Fairy treasure, wonderful and rare ; Closely hid from careless hands and eyes, I will show you where. You shall hear the minstrels free and fair Strike their harps to magic melodies ; Strange and lovely journeys you shall share Through dim woods or under cloudless skies ; Soft enchantments shall pervade the air, While we seek a gift immortals prize, I will show you where. The Soft Rain Falls THE soft rain falls, we may no longer roam ; See, in a nest of ancient Indian shawls, The Persian kitten waits bright days to come : The soft rain falls. The firelight glances on our poppied walls, The kettle like a kindly household gnome, In fervent haste, his needful work forestalls ; His cheerful singing voice and dancing foam From visions fair my dreaming love recalls To happy movement and the joys of home : The soft rain falls. Epithalamium O GOD of Love and Wonder Who from far Hast drawn these two together for Thy praise And their delight, do Thou beset their ways With joys and duties. May no errors mar Their blissful course ; more blest than brightest star That all unconsciously Thy will obeys May they obedient spend their shining days, Knowing their Father, and from whence they are. May each inspire the other to be true, Brave and benignant in the midst of strife ; 14 EPITHALAMIUM Mild to resign and wait, but strong to lift The burdened from the dust. Do Thou renew Their power and hope for a completer life In Love the Giver and in Love the gift. May, i goo. The Lost Child IF there is power in prayer, my love shall hold thee fast, Hold thee for all thy life, withhold thee from despair ; Invisible, protecting, till each foe be past, If there is power in prayer. Thou dost not know, unconscious child of all my care, Thou dost not understand how sad and overcast The skies have grown through thee, that once were bright and fair. May gentle spirits calm and change this wintry blast ; Or heavenly hope and patience teach us how to bear. Thou shalt not die, but live, and find thy home at last If there is power in prayer. Rebellion HERE is Thy gift, O Lord, The power to feel with force, I render it back to the Giver And beg with a full accord Of heart and soul and mind Thou wilt wither the Spring at its source. Here is Thy gift, O Lord. I watched the river of action, Its waters rolled and roared, REBELLION 1 7 I watched the river of love As it wound on its changing course, And I said : " Into which shall I throw Myself, and the gift that I hoard ? If I choose the first, I shall live The slave of a dull remorse ; If I choose the last, I shall die In that river without a ford ; And the one calls low and sweet, While the other is loud and hoarse. Here is Thy gift, O Lord." The Change TAKE me, O Father and King, For I and my gift are thine; Hollow and mould the channel Thou who art source of the spring ; I cannot, dare not choose, But I love and cease to repine ; Take me, O Father and King. Take me, Creator and Lover, My strength is spent, yet I cling THE CHANGE 19 To the thought of God who has made And feels with this heart of mine ; Let the rivers of Fate rush on With the life or death that they bring; If I am the work and the objecl, And end of a love divine. I beg no more for extinction, But rather arise and sing, Flowing alone to the ocean ; My light has come and I shine. Take me, O Father and King. c 2 Vision OPEN my eyes, O Lord, do Thou open them wide ; Show me the molten earth And the truth of the blazing skies ; Lo, I thirst for knowledge, For wisdom ; what ever betide Open my eyes. Tune my ears to hear The myriad streams that rise, VISION 2 1 Delicate dripping springs That gather force and glide Down to the sea in fullness, And show me the mind that lies Hid in the heart of a flower, And then the tribes allied To us more closely than these, The Creatures of God most wise, Then, Thou Maker of all, Reveal to me Man in his pride. Open my eyes. Dedication The Balance LORD, when I feel how low I am, I pray: And craven Fear unfolds her wings and flies, Mild stars of hope peep through my clouded skies, And in the East I see the dawning day. Lord, when I feel how high I am, I pray: And all Thy noble gifts to noble men, Greek, Roman, Hebrew, flash into my ken, And drive the mists of vanity away. 26 THE BALANCE O Thou, Whom all the rolling spheres obey, Within my soul I know the two-fold force That guides the planets in Thy heaven above ; For we, Thy children of a finer clay, Through Thee have power to run a lonely course, Held in our orbits by sustaining love. Apple Blossom THE blossoms fall like snow through the calm air, They flutter to the hard unfeeling ground ; The birds are silent now, and every sound Is hushed beneath the sultry noontide glare ; The falling petals still are white and fair, Or streaked with lively pink, and all unbound They leave the tree their gentle grace has crowned, And sinking, spread abroad a fragrance rare. 28 APPLE BLOSSOM Lord of Life, O Thou that hearest prayer ! I faint because Thy blessings all take wing : 1 dread the face Thy changing mercies wear ; My blossoms fall, my hopes no longer sing ; But yet upon these stems forlorn and bare Sets Autumn fruit, the purpose of the Spring. Living Water I AM a little desert pool, O Lord, The rains of God descend but rarely here ; And barren sands surround me far and near, Save where a niggard circle of green sward Grows, not ungrateful for the moisture poured In rare and blessed hours of overflow. And this is all, alas, I have to show So wide a waste, so small a precious hoard Of living water Yet thou art my source ; I feel deep in my heart the sacred spring 3O LIVING WATER That sends the mighty rivers on their course. Let me be faithful to the impulse given, And though too weak to rise and flowing sing, Let me reflect the calm and shining heaven. Loss No Love is given in vain O Lord receive This love of mine, and turn it into power. Bring strength from pain, fruit from the dying flower, And when I suffer most, let me believe No pang is useless Souls that would achieve Must pass through joy and sorrow, sun and shower, Keeping strict watch, in soft enchanted bower, Hiding a secret hope when most they grieve. 32 LOSS Love frustrate has its fair and perfect end : Let all my nature gather force, and move Like a strong river toward the eternal sea ; Feeling the goal through devious turn and bend By faith in fulness that I cannot prove, By hope in joy and beauty yet to be. The Guide A THOUSAND ways are open far and wide, A thousand voices call me ; let me be Deaf to all sounds that do not come from Thee, Blind to the ways that lead me from Thy side. Hold me so fast none of my steps may slide. I am bewildered, Lord, by what I see, And what I hear ; my trembling will is free, Yet has within itself no certain guide. 34 THE GUIDE I seek Thy way amid the thousand ways, Thy voice amid the voices loud and low ; I do not question how the journey ends, But beg Thy hand to lead me through the maze, And light and grace to raise my eyes and know Thy gracious human face, Thou Friend of friends. Reconciliation O SON of Man, Thou type of all our race, The reconciliation and the dream Made true and human, full of lights that gleam To guide our steps through this bewildering place Without Thy help, how should we dare to trace A way so worn by suffering, tears and sighs ; To mount by sacrifice, through grief to rise, And be partakers of Thy heavenly grace. D 2 36 RECONCILIATION Co-heirs and fellow-workers with our Lord, We see humiliation glorified, And pain and weakness crowned through perfect Love; Hear jangled notes fall into sweet accord, Find fuller life thro' death in Him who died And lives for ever in the realms above. A Cure of Souls For their dear sakes, O Lord, endue my mind With heavenly insight, calm my trembling will And bend it to fulfilment, heal and still The tired nerves, and let my nature find Full outlet in the service of mankind : For their dear sakes, O Lord, uproot and kill Desire of happiness and dread of ill, And let me be courageous and resigned. 38 A CURE OF SOULS They are Thy sheep, but lost and gone astray ; Thou art my shepherd, hear in my distress, And set us all upon the homeward way. This is my prayer O Lord of Love and Power, This is my hope, do Thou descend and bless, And put Thy seal upon me from this hour. The Gift I AM a little child. O Lord, I stand, Now many years have rolled above my head, And need Thee more than when but few had fled, And seek in conscious hope Thy guiding hand. I see the world of marvels Thou hast planned, With awe and wonder at the stately frame Of things corporeal ; and my heart like flame Leaps gladly upward, by Thy breezes fanned. 4O THE GIFT To feel Thy purposes is earthly bliss ; To walk through life undaunted, unenticed By rolling circumstance or outward show ; Heaven hath no nobler gift for man than this, Power to become a son of God, and grow Into the fulness of the mind of Christ. Types The Young Ruler TRUE heart and faithful, honourable and kind, No high imaginings disturb thy rest. Canst thou resist convention ? stand the test Of level life upon a level mind ? No storms oppose thy course, no passions blind Those honest eyes that seek the light of day, And sober sense attends thy forward way Upon a road that does not turn or wind. 44 THE YOUNG RULER And yet shall sin assail thee errors hide In caution grown too cautious dangers sleep In prudent customs, hard to thrust aside. Be watchful, therefore, if thou wouldst be pure, Ready to cast away what worldlings keep, And at God's word sell all to feed the poor. Mary FROM her childhood flitting fancies came, Shapes of beauty, shapes of holy fear ; Gentle visions shining heavenly clear, Ardent spirits formed of air and flame : These made life a glory and a shame, Held her blind to duties small and near, Rapt beyond this rolling earthly sphere, And her secret joys were chilled by blame. 46 MARY But the Lord of Love, in human guise, Read His lowly servant's troubled heart, Met with sympathy her pleading eyes ; Saw the sorrow in her quiet face, Who had chosen first the better part ; Bade them leave her listening in her place. Martha THOU priestess of unnecessary care Serving within her temple day and night, On fair ideals casting scorn and blight, And branding aspiration as a snare ; With what a jaded unresponsive air Dost thou attend discourse of life and light ; For thee time brings no blessings in his flight But those which outward fact and function wear. 48 MARTHA Poor heart weighed down by duty, bound and tied Throw off thy burden, cease thy endless quest Of false perfection ; standing at thy side Behold the Eternal Father in the Son, The heavenly thought in earthly form expressed, The Word made flesh, the love and deed in one. The Leader NOT as an old Homeric God from far Olympus travelling earthward in his pride, Seeking the battle to espouse a side, Scattering dissension from his brazen car ; Not so our Leader moves amid the war Of class and class : He joins what men divide ; For every race and rank He lived and died, For every man of all the hosts that are. 5O THE LEADER Love bids the strife in single natures cease ; Love is the bond of commonwealths to be, The living centre of creative peace. O Sons of men ! how every soul will shine, When Time reveals the true Democracy, And Christ the Leader, human and divine. Monica to Her Son O THOU beloved ! I have wept and striven To change thy heart, and make it calm and pure, To bend thy will to acl and to endure, To fix thy mind upon the things of heaven : And I have failed ; for strong material leaven Worked in thee to retard, and to allure : My faith in God has not been bold and sure, And unrepented sin I have forgiven. E 2 52 MONICA TO HER SON How could so faint a light as mine attain In thee the mastery of blind desire Or pierce thy earthly vision like a star ? Yet Love is realised, as Love, through pain ; And urgent grief that bids the soul aspire, May draw a blessing on thee from afar. Dying to Live THY hair is dark as is the summer night, Thy eyes record a far, portentous day, Wherein was fought and won a noble fray ; Thy cheeks are pale with paleness of the light. And peace is with thee ; for what ill can blight A love that sin itself can never slay, A love that shall but doff its robe of clay For heavenly vesture wonderful and bright ? 54 DYING TO LIVE Thy warfare is accomplished, Lofty Soul; Rejoice, thy kindred claim thee, earth and sky And generous hearts are calling. Know and prove The power that makes this Universe a whole, That lived and died in Christ ; so dost thou die Into immortal life through sorrowing love. Evening Glories To J. M. THOU hast had thy fill of work and care ; On thy brow the Sculptor Time has wrought Lines of sorrow, lines of patient thought, Yet about thee is a cheerful air, Like a summer evening glad and fair. By what happy charm hast thou been taught Thus to set injurious time at naught, Rich in leaves when other trees are bare ? 56 EVENING GLORIES Deep thy root in earth, but high above Spread thy boughs, and holy thoughts like birds Sing thee strong immortal songs of love. Shade and shelter thou hast ever given Generous deeds and soul inspiring words : Thus thy close of life foreshadows heaven. In Memoriam DEAR gracious child, thy day was full of beauty, Till evening fell untimely in its gloom ; But thou hadst found the springs of love and duty, And happy memories only haunt thy tomb. Thy life that was, so perfect in its sweetness, Is ours for ever, beautiful and whole; Thy life that will be, in its full completeness Is thine and God's, thou little blameless soul. 58 IN MEMORIAM Thy ills were earthly, bodily, distressing, But these have vanished in thy flight above ; No sin shall hold thee from the throne of blessing, The very feet of Him whose name is Love. Our prayers shall follow to that heavenly place, And shed a human glory round thy face. Reward No runner wears the wreath, not having run; No miner gathers gold but from the blind Laborious earth ; no reapers cut and bind In arbours hidden from the noonday sun ; No Orient pearls are strewn for those who shun The deep and dangerous waters. Idlers find This world of wonders never was designed To yield reward that is not fairly won. 60 REWARD You call me cold and cruel. Friend, hear this : You seek the impossible. The Highest Power In all the Universe can give no bliss That is not earned. Serene and joyful trust, Repose and confidence, the perfect flower Of faithful love can only bless the just. The Wings of Reason To E. R. DELICATE daughter of the fire and air The glory of the sunrise fills your mind, Or rolling clouds that are not silver lined, And joy is hid in thunderous glooms of care, Why dim a countenance so quaint and fair, Darken a heart, by nature gay and kind, With perturbation ? Rather seek and find The wings God gave you to surmount despair. 62 THE WINGS OF REASON O shining cloudy being ! meeting place Of light and dark! How painfully intense Are hopes and fears with you. Bid tumult cease ; Add to your gifts a mild controlling grace ; Rise high above vicissitudes of sense, Where joy and sorrow melt and blend in peace. An Idealist His face was thoughtful, all his body lean With sickness and frugality ; his eyes A changeful hazel, where strange lights arise, And shadows darken. He was not serene, But fierce in warfare for the things unseen Against the standards of the worldly wise ; Pretension he abhorred in every guise, But was most gentle to the poor and mean. . 64 AN IDEALIST He was a bold idealist no less, Aspiring to the heavens, he lost the earth, And pain repaid his strong desire to bless. Yet surely such a life is not in vain ; It will but try his heart and prove his worth, And Christ Himself was manifest through pain. To a Mother c. P. c. THY garden, loving heart, will surely grow To full perfection, if to Heaven's decree Thou yield submission ; order there must be, Conformity to law, ere God can show Himself in power, Be thou, then, wise to know The seasons wise to plant each tender tree In proper ground, before thou ask to see What flowers and fruit thy Father will bestow. 66 TO A MOTHER And planting only should not end thy care, Thou must train up thy saplings, prune and dress, And labour to cut down and to restore : This is the one condition everywhere God asks obedience ere He comes to bless, And Love divine for Love's sake keeps the law. To an Irish Terrier POOR little mortal ! In that wiry frame Reason and energy are well expressed, And memory and faithful love confessed ; Thou hast a central will, a special name, A moral nature, shown by sense of shame When, different motives battling in thy breast, Thou hast preferred the worst and left the best,. Knowing full well the a<5l that merits blame. F 2. 68 TO AN IRISH TERRIER If all thy hopes are in this earthly span Of fleeting life, thou art a charge indeed ; Thy all depends upon thy master, man. But if in thee is strong immortal seed, If thy feet press the course we lately ran, Then let us help a brother at his need. Water Colours 1897-1898 Brindisi AT Brindisi we had a weary stay, The buildings white, irregular and bare, The scattered palms, had a dejected air, The very breezes whispered of decay. Beside the quay our long black vessel lay ; We left her to find chaos everywhere ; A cheerful acquiescence in despair, A hopeless bright enjoyment of to-day. 72 BRINDISI The dry white roads were lined with aloes grey, And brown behind them stretched the dying vines, The yellow castle overhung the bay. O Genius of Labour, with strong hand And heart of hope to work as God designs Come down and save this fair and bounteous land. A Deserted Monastery (Brindisi) A GARDEN full of roses rosy pink, And white and yellow bushes flowering gay, A church where country people knelt to pray, A monastery where men had time to think. Deep cavernous wells of water, sweet to drink, Bright orange trees within a cloistered wall, Alas, how sad that these should perish all, All perish, and to cold oblivion sink. 74 A DESERTED MONASTERY The monks are gone, their country's hard behest Forbids renewal of their brotherhood ; Do others follow out their heavenly quest ? Ah no ! the lively Latins sing and play Heedless and glad, nor seek more lasting good, And on the ground the roses fade away. Chatswood, N.S.W. CHATSWOOD, thy pleasant name is like a spell To drive away a cloud of city cares, Cooling the weary soul with country airs. Thrice happy he, who in thy bounds may dwell, Raising his red tiled roof, where hill and dell Together strive in beauty. Noontide glares Harmless through tasselled green ; the landscape wears On its broad face the legend, " all is well." 76 CHATSWOOD, N.S.W. Lo, where the cattle, grateful for scant shade, Stray browsing under eucalyptus trees ; Behind them miles of forest roll and fade. The purple distance glimmers into space, The wattle's feathery fans betray a breeze, While man and nature bless this favoured place. Dec., 1897. Kiama, N.S.W. KIAMA on the undulating hills Beside the changeful sunlit southern seas, Thou happy spot where hardy Liberty's Contented children dwell ; mild pleasure fills The eye that rests on thee. No sharp frost kills Thy birds and blossoms ; on the grassy leas The blissful cattle lie in dreamless ease, While far away the patient workman drills 78 KIAMA, N.S.W. His tiny tunnel through the stubborn stone, And with volcanic force rends rock from rock. On yon green cape the lighthouse stands alone, And shining bids the flitting ships beware ; While just below, the sea with thunderous shock Spouts through a narrow cleft, high in mid air. Dec., 1897. Katoomba (A gorge in the Blue Mountains, N.S.W.) O STRANGE Katoomba ! did the savage creep, Who saw thee first, up some dark waterway, Under dense foliage to the upper day, And turning gaze upon the conquered steep ? Did he behold the rivulets that leap Down the brown rocks, in shining clouds of spray, And far below, the olive, rose, and grey Of dim Australian woods in noontide sleep ? 8o KATOOMBA Or did he sail here in his light canoe, When ocean filled these valleys deep and wide, And round about these cliffs great seabirds flew ? Then all these hill tops shewed like islands fair, These clefts and chasms felt the echoing tide, And far below the mermaids combed their hair. Leura (Blue Mountains.) DARK cleft of Leura ! how the sunlight gleams Athwart thy dim tree trunks, and clinging ferns ; Fiercely above, the sun of summer burns, But here is shade and pleasant sound of streams. Thy children, strong Australia, dream no dreams, New and astounding land, where labour earns Her full and fair reward, and each one learns To face the fact, and scorn the thing that seems. G 82 LEURA Country of earnest prose, deep in thy heart Are hidden strange romances, fairies peep Amid thy ferns, O Leura ; spirits start From all thy rocky nooks and blossoming trees ; They roll thy tiny torrents down the steep, And toss the diamond drops upon the breeze. Sydney Harbour (New Year's Eve, 1897) THE jewelled city glitters through the night, The jewelled boats glide softly through the gloom ; On either hand dark isles and headlands loom, And overhead stars flood the heavens with light. Our vessel trembles, as the bronze blades smite The quiet waters, and the engines urge Our forward way to where the sounding surge Washes the cliff, and all the waves are white. G 2 84 SYDNEY HARBOUR Tis midnight ; from the distant city spires ; The bells peal out a welcome to the year, And ruddy glows the smoke of festal fires. The lighthouse now, unbonneted and free, Throws out pale spokes of light that wheel and veer, And one great planet burns above the sea. Rangiuru, N.Z. RANGIURU by the curving shore, Pleasant are your miles of sand to me, Spreading north and south beside the sea, Pleasant are the gulls that swoop and soar, Fishing, feeding from an endless store, Dear your mountain island, Kapiti ; Dear the ocean billows rolling free, Dear this gentle coast for evermore. 86 RANGIURU, N.Z. Morning dawns behind the eastern snows ; Mist envelopes every vale and stream, Sources whence the mighty river flows ; But the gorgeous evening gleams and glows Like the splendid pageant of a dream, Where the island's purple outline shows. A New Zealand Picture OTAKI, that rollest in thy pride, First among the rivers far and near, Little streamlet, flowing blue and clear, Ocean, with your strong imperious tide. Russet bushes, sandhills waste and wide, Pointed flax blades, shining vivid green, Scarlet spotted spiders, rarely seen Save by those who know where you abide. 88 A NEW ZEALAND PICTURE Grey and orange grass, that creeps to bind Shifting sands and bid them stay and rest, Dear and lovely are you all in kind. Each is touched with a peculiar grace ; And the soul that loves and watches, best Learns the wonders of this happy place. Chequered Sunshine RANGIURU by the rolling river, Where the streamlets' gentle waters pass Like a steel-blue ribbon through the grass, All unruffled save when breezes quiver ; Where the waves with passionless endeavour Beat upon the shore, and Kapiti Stately island, gazes on the sea, Lovely, changeful, yet the same for ever. 9O CHEQUERED SUNSHINE Rangiuru, why a nameless spell Clings about the little homestead here, That, in sooth, were very hard to tell : Here no self-regarding virtues dwell ; Hope and Love are often dimmed by fear, Yet this chequered sunshine pleases well. A Storm (Peel Forest, N.Z.) THERE'S a breath from the north that delights us, A stir in the pendulous leaves, But a sign in the south that affrights us, A signal that never deceives, And provident Friendship invites us To hide under rose-covered eaves. The morning had dawned in its glory, The season was still at its prime ; The mountains, once snowbound and hoary, Rose free in the glad summer time, And the bees told their own little story, And hummed in the blooms of the lime. A STORM The flowers in their peaceful seclusion, Hid close by a high holly wall, Gave forth their fresh scent in profusion, Each plant in his kind, great and small, And mingled in happy confusion, And lived and rejoiced one and all. The birds in the rowan trees swinging Were chanting a grace for their meat, And flying, alighting, or clinging To flexible twigs with their feet, They filled up the pauses of singing By picking a berry to eat. O, full-throated blackbirds and thrushes ! Must beauty your hunger appease ? Fly off to the gooseberry bushes Less lofty and brilliant than these ; For the red of the rowan fruit flushes With visions from far over seas. A STORM 93 But see in the South how it blackens, Though yet with no sign of a breeze ; The northerly deadens and slackens And fails in the tops of the trees, And fitfully sighs in the brackens And loses itself on the leas. Then calm for a moment descending The calm of a presage intense, While nature and spirit are blending In one overpowering sense, That though the fair present is ending, The future is still in suspense. Time is not and then with a swaying And creaking of branches and strain, The South wind no longer delaying Comes sweeping across the wide plain, And with him, his mandate obeying, Dark clouds and a deluge of rain. 94 A STORM No grace for the harvest allowing, He tosses the wheat in the sheaves ; Ah, note with what bending and bowing The crest of the barley-field heaves, While, swift through the forest-land ploughing, He scatters the meadows with leaves. The bees at the signs that betoken Bad weather and trouble to come Have fled ; and the lime flowers are broken, And silent that prosperous hum ; For the voice of the storm wind has spoken. And even the blackbirds are dumb. But yet, mid the raging and roaring, The tumult of change and unrest, The sound of the elements warring, The struggle of nature expressed, Comes somehow a sense of restoring Which lightens the heart in the breast. Otira Gorge, N.Z. MOSSES and Lichens, hardy and humble, Rose and bronze on a colourless way, Shining green through the dripping water, Living and flourishing under the spray ; Hanging the pine trees with tassels of grey, Patching with velvet the mountain crown, Daring the darkness and facing the day, Purple and orange, coral and brown. 96 OTIRA GORGE, N.Z. Here, where the furious river has raced, Desolate track of a desperate stream ; Here, all unheard, have your little feet paced, Here, unexpected, your bright colours gleam. These ashen stones, where the torrent has been, Millions of soft little arms have embraced ; Lo, what a splendour of crimson and green Clothes the grim rocks of the water-worn waste. Thus, when the fierce flow of passion is past, Leaving life empty and barren and bare ; Creeping unnoticed, comes love that will last, Humble and silent, but radiantly fair. Christmas, 1899. Miscellaneous Poems The Fairy Well THEY came to the fairy well for water, And filled their buckets upon a day ; But afterward said they were much misled, For never a drop did they carry away. They came to the fairy tree for fruit ; The apples hung glowing on every spray, But truth to tell, though many fell, Never a one did they carry away. H 2 IOO THE FAIRY WELL They asked a song of a fairy bird ; It warbled for them sweet and clear, But never a single note they heard, Nor ever guessed what they did not hear. They said the fairy well was dry, That no fruit grew on the fairy tree, The holes in their buckets they could not spy, Nor gather apples they could not see. But the drops that fell in the fairy well Knew that the water was deep and bright ; And the sunbeams knew the tale was true Of fruit they tended from morn to night. And the flowers heard the song of the bird, And swayed to the magic melody ; The world may grieve at the make believe But the truth is plain to you and me. The Miser " Too much thou askest, Traveller ; go thy ways I cannot yield thee all my slender store ; And prudence bids me turn thee from the door, Lest thou shouldst sojourn with me many days." The Traveller answered : " Friend, I rest to-night Within the palace of a mighty king, Who bids me welcome for the gifts I bring, And does me honour for his own delight. " My wealth is boundless; but a subtle spell Is on me, and I ask for charity ; And niggard hearts shut fast as I pass by ; And all my treasure with me so farewell." The Phoenix DESPAIR once knocked at my gate in a storm But love at my heart sat close and warm ; I barred the door with another's will ; Despair passed by and the storm was still. He came again on another day, My heart was lonely and Love away ; He shook my fortress with icy breath, As strong and soul-subduing as death. THE PHCENIX 1 03 But Faith, the child of Love and Grief. Stood to his post, and despair like a thief Fled away with the shades of night ; Morning arose and the world was bright. He came again when the rolling years Had broken my walls with strife and tears, " Love and Faith have abandoned the hold," I said, and I drew him in from the cold. I pressed him close to my aching heart " We shall be lovers and never part," But his words were a song, no sad complaint "If Love was a hero and Faith a saint." He sang, " I am hero and saint in one, A human brother, a heavenly son ; Now shall thy nature have infinite scope, Borne on the tireless pinions of hope. IO4 THE PHCENIX Hope ! yes hope and the world to gain ! Freed from the passions of pleasure and pain, Scales shall fall from thy eyes and show The wonder and glory that angels know, While Hope, a phosnix consumed in his place Rises immortal, the hope of the race." The Loom To E. D. HERE under gables, strange and irregular Here where sweet roses climb close to the eaves, Here is a home full of peace and activity, Shaded and sheltered by whispering leaves. Here there is kindness and judgment and sympathy, Honest endeavour to rectify wrong, Cheerful compliance and law-loving liberty, Rest for the weary, and work for the strong. IO6 THE LOOM Here is a loom where the threads of unselfishness Mellow and soften the brilliance of joy, Weaving in time, the fair robe of eternity, Vesture angelical nought can destroy. Here it is woven, the warp and the weft of it, Fabric of life for a fugitive soul, Garment of grace to protect and envelope it, Beautiful, seamless, enduring and whole. To an Honest Man MANY voices swell the choirs of summer, Many colours form the perfect light ; Gracious springtime welcomes each new comer Of the myriad flowers that make her bright. Many streamlets join to make a river, Many raindrops fall to form a stream ; And on dark foundations hid for ever Stand the mountains, splendid as a dream. IO8 TO AN HONEST MAN Humble thinkers make a nation's thinking, Though the great ones only wear the bays ; Do thy honest part then without shrinking, Not expecting any meed of praise. Yet the recompense of selfless serving Is reward beyond all sordid ken, A full nature, generous and unswerving, And a race of brave and faithful men. A Song LOVE is immortal, his wings and his eyes Flash in the sunlight and gleam in the gloaming ; Blessing and wounding he glances and flies, Resting, desiring, enjoying and roaming. See how he conquers the mighty and proud, Forth from their citadel leads the disdainful ; Princes and kings at his mandate have bowed Seeking him blissful, and finding him baneful. IIO A SONG See how he solaces mother and child, Chains of affection with joy intertwining ; See how he raises the lowly and mild, Through the grey mists of humility shining. Love is immortal ! his wings and his eyes Flash in the sunlight, and gleam in the gloaming ; Blessing and wounding, he glances and flies, Longing and resting, enjoying and roaming. A Song of Joy and Pain JOY and pain, joy and pain Meet and part, meet again ; Sweet and bitter, bitter sweet When they part and when they meet. Pain and pleasure mix and mingle, They are lovers, not at strife ; Do not seek for either single In this mystery of life. Joy and pain, joy and pain Loss is often hidden gain ; 112 A SONG OF JOY AND PAIN Gain is often truly loss ; Thus the lights and shadows cross. Joy and sorrow mix and mingle, Clinging close with tendrils curled ; Do not seek for either single In this wonder of a world. Pain and joy, pain and joy Each itself will soon destroy. But together joy and pain. Both are good, both are gain. Joy and pain when love doth mingle Shadow forth a greater third, Higher far than either single, And reveal the heavenly Word. To a Young Maid GOOD-BYE, my dear, good-bye ! The glittering page is shut ; Its fellows all uncut For me and you, Adieu ! Farewell, my child, farewell ! The glorious day is past, And night is here at last ; We can but sigh, Good-bye ! 114 TO A YOUNG MAID Adieu, my dear, adieu ! I leave not all behind ! Your sweet and quiet mind Shall ever be With me. Believe me, O ! believe, Your pure and gentle face, Though known but for a space, Eternally I see. Good-bye, my dear, good-bye ! Your spirit ever sings " Awake to higher things, Nor dream nor die." Good-bye ! To S. M. HEART of goodness, head of power, Pause on your impulsive way ; Be but passive for an hour, Be but quiet for a day : There are blessings in repose Where the mind expands and grows, Heavenly gifts and graces brood Over blissful solitude. i i Il6 TO S. M. All the a<5live virtues fume, Fret and fight an endless fray, Cloud the brightest sun with gloom, Streak the softest hair with grey ; Keep the happy sense of youth, Do not strangle love with truth, And his loveliness destroy ; Do not dim the face of joy. Effort is a noble thing ; Struggle was ordained to bless ; But the carking cares that cling Blacken all our happiness ; Send them packing one and all, Big and little, great and small, Lift serene untroubled eyes To the marvel of the skies. TO S. M. There is fair creative peace, There achievement calm and strong, Energies that never cease, Bearing worlds on worlds along ; There is beauty, action, rest In divine accord expressed. Heart of goodness, head of power, Pause and meditate an hour. To D. K. R. DEAR and adorable ! little you reck of it ; Lovely and lovable, little you guess How you could change and transform and ennoble us, Lift and enlighten us, comfort and bless. Better than music and painting and poetry, Better than genius shining in art, Better than knowledge, transmuting, transcending it, Rises the heavenly power of the heart. TO D. K. R. 119 Come from your eminence, pale and ethereal ; Gentle Diana, descend and be bold ! Moonbeams are beautiful, but our humanity Dwells on the earth and is dying of cold. You have a force of affection and sympathy, Healing and holy, attractive and pure ; Yet you abstain and refrain, never heeding it, Grieving for griefs you are powerful to cure. Lovely and lonely ! beloved unconscious one, Stoop from your altitude fair and serene, Give up your freedom and set us at liberty ; Choose and be chosen, a friend and a queen. A Blessing at Parting Double Anagram WHAT serenity, what cheerful graces, In those eyes to help sustain and bless ; Love informs those dear and cherished faces, Love ! unselfish love and nothing less. Ills are healed, and sorrows and distresses Are transmuted in that happy air ; Making life, which such affection blesses, Sweet and worthy, strenuous and fair. A BLESSING AT PARTING 121 What is parting to the hearts that ever In mysterious union beat as one, Loss is gain, though space and time endeavour Like dark clouds to dim affection's sun ; In the mists of absence love increases, And grows holier when hid from sight ; Mellows to the song that never ceases, Sung by angels in eternal light. A Farewell I LOVE thee dear, More gently far, than mortals use, And I can leave thee thus without a fear, For fate will not refuse To turn on thee a kind and smiling face. Alas for me ! my lonely way is clear, And costs me many a pang and bitter tear, But as for thee, thou friend of time and space, The world shall be to thee a happy place. Thou shalt not see too far, Nor aim too high ; Nor love a radiant star Whose home is in the sky. Thou shalt pace the meadows A FAREWELL 123 And the level plains ; Where no mountain shadows Cause desire and pain ; Earth is full of treasures Easy to attain, Finite joys and pleasures Thou shalt seek and gain. Nature's verdant bowers Shall be thine in showers Where thy footsteps pass, There will be bright flowers, Fairest freshest grass ; And when death draws nigh With a tender sigh Softly thou shalt die. Good-bye sweet, Good-bye. To a Teacher THOU who toilest in the world of spirit, Bidding all the buds of life unfold, Hard and long thy task, but great thy merit, And thy far off fair reward untold. Thou art crowned, O worker, didst thou know it, With a crown beyond the reach of poet, Soldier or great statesman ; though then: bays Shine resplendent in the light of praise. TO A TEACHER 125 But for thee, thou tendest the immortal Hidden wonder of the human soul, Opening for it many a stately portal Where the echoes of great voices roll ; Laying in the darkness that foundation On which rests the strength of every nation, Moral faithfulness and stainless truth, Secret of a people's power and youth. For a race that clings to an ideal, Living on the earth/yet seeing heaven, Has the heart to front and face the real ; Learning every lesson that is given, Taking failure with a manly bearing, In success a humble aspecfl wearing, Knowing well vicissitude must prove Modest honour and courageous love. 126 TO A TEACHER Be content to toil, all unsuspected As the coral workers rear their steep Miracle of splendour, undetected, In the bosom of the sounding deep, Happier than they because foreseeing What the patient labour brings to being, Blest abundantly because partaking With the Maker in His work of making. "Venit Hesperus" THE day is over and the birds are dumb ; One star shines out in pale serenity And heralds peaceful glories yet to come, While purple evening broods upon the sea. The Gleam THOU who hast found in all the splendid prison Thy soul inhabits, but one ray of light ; One spot that darkness has not come to blight, One gleam, that tells the wholesome sun has risen ; This ray may broaden yet, and grow apace, And fill with sunshine all the gloomy place. Thou who hast found amid thy wary scheming But one desire that does not end in self ; One precious gem, not to be had for pelf, And in surprise dost chide thyself for dreaming ; Thou shalt learn yet, for this fair jewel's sake, Now for the first time art thou well awake. THE GLEAM So shalt thou know thy darkness and thy blindness Through force of admiration and desire ; And thy cold heart shall kindle into fire, And thy hard nature blossom into kindness ; And thou shalt prove the one delight of living, The grace of gratitude, the joy of giving. Seed That Dost Not Know SEED, that dost not know the Hand that planted, Nor who set thee here to bud and grow; Dost not guess by whom thy life was granted, Seed, that dost not know ! Lamb, who dost not know there is a shepherd, Feeding in his pastures here below ; Safely fenced from wandering wolf and leopard, Lamb, that dost not know ! SEED THAT DOST NOT KNOW Child, who dost not know thy Heavenly Father, Nor the source whence all thy blessings flow ; Hast not wit to read the signs that gather, Child, who dost not know ! Still the Sower heeds and tends his sowing ; Still the Shepherd watches o'er his sheep ; And the Father, though without thy knowing, Loves and guards thee waking and asleep. K 2 Overcast GUIDE me, O Father ! through this dreary maze Of miserable nights and gloomy days. Deep sorrow hides the very source of light ; Pierce the dark cloud, and bid thy lightnings blaze. Bid thunders roll, and bring the blessed rain That all the little streams may run again, That all the silent birds may wake and sing In tangled hedge and hollow forest lane. OVERCAST 133 Bid the moist fields smell sweet beneath the shower, Lift up the head of every drooping flower. Darkness and doubt no more obscure the skies. When Love has touched and healed the wounds of power. Constraint I HEARD a voice crying unto me And I answered, " Yea, Lord." And it spoke again saying, " Knowest thou me ? " And I answered, " Yea, Lord." And the voice spoke again, saying : " Upon those that know is laid the burden ; Arise, shine, for your light is come." And I made answer, " O Lord, I am afraid." And the voice ceased. CONSTRAINT 135 I rose up and turned away, Moving along the well-worn path To my own home. But the ground was all stained As with the steps of feet that bled ; And I knew Who was before me, Knew the love and the sorrow ; And fear fell from me like a garment, And I girt my robes about me, And fled after Him whither I could not tell ; Only it was the way that He had gone. Pilgrimage WHAT a vale of tears, O my Lord, what a vale, All on the road to glory ! What a tale of fears, O my Lord, what a tale Sighing all the way. Refrain. O my Lord, remember pilgrims Pacing wearily along ; O Pilgrims, follow Jesus With a song. PILGRIMAGE 137 What a band of brothers, O my Lord, what a band All on the road to glory ! What a hand to guide us, O my Lord, what a hand, Guiding all the way. What a place in heaven, O my Lord, what a place, What a place in glory. Not a trace of tears, O my Lord, not a trace, All wiped away. A Prayer LORD, I kneel and pray ! Chase bitter thoughts away, Detraction's envious brood, who would make greatness less; Let nothing I admire In others, bring new fire To old burnt-out desire, dead ashes of distress. O discipline my heart To bear a generous part, Serenely let me rest in humbleness and love, Rejoiced that others shine With fairer light than mine, Praising the power divine in whom they live and move. The City of God LOVE is the highest, the only, the absolute ; Love is the spirit that stirs in our clay, Leading through discord and struggle to harmony ; Love is the ultimate end and the way. Love is the power that works in the universe, Conscious and personal, blissful and pure ! Love is disguised in the matter enfolding us ; Change is illusion, but love will endure. I4O THE CITY OF GOD Love is our guide through a cheerless infinity, Love is our light through a limitless space ; Love will combine in a wonderful symphony All the life notes of a suffering race. Holding the sweetness, transmuting the suffering, Guarding each precious and separate soul, Each like a ray in his glory of difference, Each but a ray in the light of the whole. Timeless eternal perfection and permanence, Where aspiration and conflict must cease ; Aim of all action and goal of all intellect, Lovely abiding fulfilment and peace. Perfect completeness in perfect community Reason and will at their highest are given ; Rest in a personal loving serenity This will be happiness, this will be heaven. Amor Infelix Parting I LEAVE thee, best beloved of my heart ! I leave thee and thou needs must let me go ; Thy easy way lies ever mid the low Soft undulating meads, and so we part. Thy King is Custom, and he heals the smart Of Love and Thought with balsams cold and slow, Stilling the pang that bids thee feel and know, Quelling the spirit with his callous art. 144 PARTING Thou art content : and I who love thee still, Must pass beyond, nor ever turn my head ; I cannot breathe amid the shows of things ; Some power is in me greater than my will, Which bids me leave the path that others tread, And, grieving bitterly, spread out my wings. Disillusioned FORGIVE my grief, forgive my hope and love, Forgive my very foolish faith in thee ; At last I touch the stern reality And fond affection's simple creed disprove. Amid what shows and counterfeits we move ! And yet I loved I love what you will be When pain has set your inner nature free, And suffering raised you to the realms above. 146 DISILLUSIONED Till then I dare not look upon your face, So strangely sad, so strangely cold and clear Truth shines through all the ruins of the past ; Yet even these shall be transformed at last, The blackened wrecks of time will disappear And Love will build again his dwelling place. THE door is shut between your heart and mine, When I would touch you, barriers intervene, The light is hid that used to burn and shine : The door is shut between. Fair faith, that held a troubled soul serene And touched vicissitude with calm divine, Is fled, with hope of all that might have been : But Love will never more his place resign ; He broods in sadness o'er the darkened scene And sighs for each, because in life's decline, The door is shut between. L Not Yet I CANNOT yet forgive my heart is cold ; I come to thee, O Lord, through whom I live, To mourn I cannot enter yet thy fold : I cannot yet forgive. Look on my sorrow, Father, and retrieve My fault melt my hard heart and mould My nature new let grace her work achieve ; Thy love and pity let my eyes behold, Thy saving mercy let my mind perceive, Till 'tis myself alone, whom unconsoled, I cannot yet forgive. Widowed LITTLE ring upon my hand, Why I sigh who used to sing, None but you may understand, Little ring. Love who gave, has taken wing ; And the fire his pinions fanned Dies upon the hearth ; yet Spring Wakes to life a frozen land, And the power that sorrows bring Shines about thy golden band, Little ring. Before Dawn " OH ! to love so and be so mistaken " ; From the trance of fullest faith to rise, With the basis of devotion shaken, Seeing with clear eyes. Love again, O timid heart ! and waken From a human faith to a divine ; Through the dark, by earthly hope forsaken, See the day star shine. Transformation LET me bear wrong with a love so large That evil itself shall change and shine, Like the burnished face of a golden targe, Like a silver lake with a flowering marge, And none shall know of the grief that's mine. None shall know of my pain and grief, Till it set to a pearl by love's device, Lovely and lasting, of gems the chief; And life being over, so strange and brief, My pearl shall be known as a pearl of price. Oblation 156 OBLATION For Love's denial is the birth of Love : At first, a happy, careless life he leads, Wandering at will amongst the flowery meads ; He asks no higher joy Than to be lovable and love again ; He does not look above, Nor sigh for heights he never may attain, Nor hunger yet for what he may not win, But leads a golden life without alloy, Untouched by sin. The rolling earth and circumambient air, Uncheckered by the pensive shades of thought, He finds divinely fair ; He sets the other world at nought : Why ask for more than this, Where life is lively bliss, And yet, when Love is given, OBLATION 157 A simple kiss Is more than this, And breathes of Heaven. Aspiration and desire They are daughters of one Sire ; Both are warnings, both are teachers Of God's children, and His creatures ; One is lower, one is higher. Longing rouses all the living To be seeking, to be giving ; Fills them with a restless sense Of a haunting incompleteness ; Fills them with a hidden fire ; Every earthly recompense Once obtained is burnt to ashes With a sad and certain fleetness, All the form and colour fled ; 158 OBLATION All the strange ethereal sweetness Liberated by the burning, Seeks the heaven where it was bred, Nevermore to earth returning, And men say that it is dead. Thus desire, for ever shifting, Finding no continuing city, Suddenly its dull eyes lifting, Filled with hunger and self pity, Sees its fellows, sees its brothers. By the pangs of strong emotion Waked, beholds the truth come stealing Through the dazzling mists of pleasure Lying low upon the plain ; Through illusions none may measure, Through the choking fogs of pain, Truth, like sunlight, gliding, stealing, OBLATION 159 A whole universe revealing, (Earth and air and slumbering ocean, Life in stillness, life in motion) A vast world, possessed by others, Suffering sisters, struggling brothers. The way of wishing was made long and rough, And full of grief and sad satiety, Denial sad, fulfilment sadder still, To show that self for self is not enough : To break the heart, to heal and to restore, To touch the will With wider motives and a purer force. Necessity is seen no more Tyrannical and base, but as the source And ground of human power ; The analogue of law, The steady strings, I6O OBLATION From which, if touched with skill, a music springs Without a fault or flaw ; While the whole nature sings, Finding at last its wings, Having a power to soar Unknown before. Thus it is the Father Spirit Draws the blind instinctive soul Towards the land it should inherit, Towards the heavenly goal. First appears an earthly good Near at hand and simply gained, Grasped at once, but when attained, Changing countenance and mood, Slipping from the hands that hold Like the mystic fairy gold, Never kept by mortal yet ; OBLATION l6l And the gain is all regret, Sorrowful denial, Loss and trial. Yet in front is ever glancing Shining lovely and alluring, A new good ; far more entrancing Than the old, and more enduring ; Hope still whispers to the heart, " Joy once found will not depart." Onward moves the soul believing, Still desiring, still expecting, Seeking, finding and rejecting ; Loving, acting, knowing, grieving. Till the truth, long time concealing All its beauty, like a flower In the bulb still darkly hidden, Through the force of frustrate feeling, Through the softening tears that shower, 1 62 OBLATION Opens to the eye unbidden ; And the soul, itself beholding, Knows at last the bliss of living Is man's joy of free unfolding, Is God's joy of perfedl giving. Not to possess, O Lord, but to become ; Not to enjoy, but to bestow, This is the purpose of our life below ; To understand through grief, And understanding grow. The end is fuller life, Creative bliss, activity, and peace ; The way is bitter strife And chilling fear, and sorrow dark and strange, And pangs that never cease. But at the last they change, And then the use of pain OBLATION 163 Shines heavenly clear ; No sigh is sighed in vain, No falling tear Drops vainly to the ground. Grief melts the frost that holds the nature bound, Piercing the sheath to let it bud and blow ; Grief wakes the heart that selfish joys benumb, Until the soul, emancipate, resigned, Lets pleasure go ; Undaunted, faces evil, if it come ; Contented to grow, To be and to bestow, To suffer, love, and know. Learns to be calm and kind, Beneficent, serene, Eyes to the blind, Voice to the dumb ; Touching dull hearts with fire, 164 OBLATION Consuming what is mean, Bidding them all aspire Toward the unseen. This is the sum Of life, the perfeft whole, The end and aim of earth, The blissful consummation, Of every man and nation, Of every living soul. This is the second birth, This is the heavenly good, But dimly understood, And yet confessed, When God is felt and known, Supreme, beloved for Himself alone, To be the best. A 000091 166 9