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IV.

Dawn not Day! Is it Shame, so few should have climb'd

from the dens in the level below, Men, with a heart and a soul, no slaves

of a four-footed will ? But if twenty million of summers are

stored in the sunlight still, We are far from the noon of man, there

is time for the race to grow.

*I am losing the light of my Youth
And the Vision that led me of old,
And I clash with an iron Truth,
When I make for an Age of gold,
And I would that my race were run,
For teeming with liars, and madmen,

and knaves, And wearied of Autocrats, Anarchs,

and Slaves, And darken'd with doubts of a Faith

that saves, And crimson with battles, and hollow

with graves, To the wail of my winds, and the moan

of my waves I whirl, and I follow the Sun.'

V.

Red of the Dawn ! Is it turning a fainter red? so be it, but

when shall we lay The Ghost of the Brute that is walking

and haunting us yet, and be free? In a hundred, a thousand winters? Ah,

what will our children be, The men of a hundred thousand, a million

summers away?

Was it only the wind of the Night shrill

ing out Desolation and wrong Thro' a dream of the dark? Yet he

thought that he answer'd her wail with a song

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On a midnight in midwinter when all but

the winds were dead, *The meek shall inherit the earth' was a

Scripture that rang thro' his head, Till he dream'd that a Voice of the Earth

went wailingly past him and said:

(In the time of the first railways.) Now first we stand and understand,

And sunder false from true, And handle boldly with the hand,

And see and shape and do.

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II.

CROSSING THE BA

SUNSET and evening star,

And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning

When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seem

Too full for sound and foam
When that which drew from

boundless deep Turns again home.

FAITH.
I.

“Spirit, nearing yon dark portal at the

limit of thy human state, DOUBT no longer that the Highest is the Fear not thou the hidden purpose of tha: wisest and the best,

Power which alone is great, Let not all that saddens Nature blight thy Nor the myriad world, His shadow, nor hope or break thy rest,

the silent Opener of the Gate.' Quail not at the fiery mountain, at the

shipwreck, or the rolling Thunder, or the rending earthquake, or the famine, or the pest!

THE DEATH OF THE DUKE

OF CLARENCE AND AVON-
II.
Neither mourn if human creeds be lower

DALE.
than the heart's desire!
Thro' the gates that bar the distance

TO THE MOURNERS. comes a gleam of what is higher. Wait till Death has flung them open,

The bridal garland falls upon the bier

, when the man will make the Maker

The shadow of a crown, that o'er him Dark no more with human hatreds in the

hung, glare of deathless fire !

Has vanish'd in the shadow cast b}

Death.

So princely, tender, truthful, reverent,
THE SILENT VOICES.*

pure-
Mourn !

That a world-wide Empire WHEN the dumb Hour, clothed in black,

mourns with you, Brings the Dreams about my bed,

That all the Thrones are clouded by you Call me not so often back,

loss, Silent Voices of the dead,

Were slender solace. Yet be comforted;
Toward the lowland ways behind me,
And the sunlight that is gone!

For if this earth be ruled by Perfect

Love,
Call me rather, silent voices,
Forward to the starry track

Then, after his brief range of blameless

days, Glimmering up the heights beyond me

The toll of funeral in an Angel ear On, and always on!

Sounds happier than the merriest mar

riage-bell. GOD AND THE UNIVERSE.

The face of Death is toward the Sun

of Life,

His shadow darkens earth: his truer Will my tiny spark of being wholly van

Is 'Onward,' no discordance in the roll ish in your deeps and heights?

And march of that Eternal Harmony
Must my day be dark by reason, Oye

Whereto the worlds beat time, tho' fainth
Heavens, of your boundless nights,

heard Rush of Suns, and roll of systems, and

Untti the great Hereafter. Mourn in
your fiery clash of meteorites?

hope !
* Copyright, 1892, by Macmillan & Co.

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