Ebb and Flow 2741 THE MAGIC MIRROR THE Magic Mirror makes not nor unmakes, It is the heart's own cheer that makes it glad, The Mirror maketh none to rise or fall; To him that hath not doth no portion call; They see themselves who look in Fortune's face; And to the souls that love is love's embrace. Henry Mills Alden [1836 EBB AND FLOW I WALKED beside the evening sea, And dreamed a dream that could not be; But still the legions charged the beach; I homeward turned from out the gloom,— It was my heart, that like a sea It said "Dream on!" and "Dream no more!" THE KING OF DREAMS SOME must delve when the dawn is nigh; One must plod while another must ply At plow or loom till the sunset streams, But when night comes, and the moon rides high, One is slave to a master's cry, Another serf to a despot seems, But when night comes, and the discords die, This you may sell and that may buy, And this you may barter for gold that gleams, Every man is a King of Dreams! Clinton Scollard [1860 MASQUERADE WE dance with proud and smiling lips, With frank, appealing eyes, with shy hands clinging. We sing, and few will question if there slips A sob into our singing. Each has a certain step to learn; Our prisoned feet move staidly in set places, Olive Custance [18 THE HIGHER PANTHEISM THE sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns? While the Days Go By 2743 Is not the Vision he? though He be not that which He seems? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Dark is the world to thee: thyself art the reason why; Glory about thee, without thee; and thou fulfillest thy doom, Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled splendor and gloom. Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice, Law is God, say some: no God at all, says the fool; And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see; But if we could see and hear, this Vision-were it not He? Alfred Tennyson [1809-1892] WHILE THE DAYS GO BY I SHALL not say, our life is all in vain, For peace may cheer the desolated hearth; We watch our hopes, far flickering in the night, To guide, through years, to some broad morn of truth; We see the clouds of summer go and come, Yet what are we? We breathe, we love, we cease: We are Fate's children, very tired; and all I only ask to drink experience deep; To find love poured with all its smiles and tears, Henry Abbey [1842–191 1] THE WAYFARER I WILL reach far down in the pit of sorrow With the bitter past I will deck to-morrow. I will turn no cowardly look behind me, But still fare on Till the glow of ultimate joy shall blind me. For I ask no blessing and no forgiving, The gain was mine, Since I learn from all things the truth of living. As I lay asleep in Italy.-SHELLEY ONE night I lay asleep in Africa, In a closed garden by the city gate; A desert horseman, furious and late, Came wildly thundering at the massive bar, Life "Open in Allah's name! Wake, Mustapha! In oriental calm the garden lay,— Panic and war postponed another day. 2745 Charles Dudley Warner [1829-1900] INTO THE TWILIGHT OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn, Your mother Eire is always young, Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: And God stands winding His lonely horn, William Butler Yeats [1865 LIFE WHEN I consider Life and its few years A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; |