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- POEMS
- VOLUME TWO
- QUOTABLE POEMS
- An Ant h o I o gy of
- Modern Verse
- VOLUME TWO
- COMPILED BY
- THOMAS CURTIS CLARK
- i
- WILLETT, CLARK & COMPANY
- CHICAGO NEW YORK
- 1931
- Copyright 193 i by
- WILLETT, CLARK & COMPANY
- Manufactured in The U. S. A. by The Plimpton Frew
- Norwood, Mass.-LaPorte, Ind.
- To My Brother
- CHARLES PATTON CLARK
- MEDICAL SCIENTIST
- AND
- LOVER OF BEAUTY
- CONTENTS
- The poems in this volume are deliberately placed without
- attempt to classify them either as to subject or author.
- Pages 1-324 contain 560 poems selected for their quotability,
- modern tone, and genuine poetic quality. Readers who de-
- sire to find poems on any particular theme will find ample
- guidance in the very complete indexes beginning on page
- 325, including
- (a) Index of Subjects, pp. 325 to 336.
- (b) Index of Authors, pp. 337 to 348.
- (c) Index of Titles, pp. 349 to 358.
- (d) Index of First Lines, pp. 359 to 366.
- Detailed acknowledgment to authors and publishers will
- also be found on p. 367.
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- QUOTABLE
- POEMS
- VOLUME TWO
- They Went Forth to Battle but They
- Always Fell
- They went forth to battle but they always fell.
- Something they saw above the sullen shields.
- Nobly they fought and bravely, but not well,
- And sank heart-wounded by a subtle spell.
- They knew not fear that to the foeman yields,
- They were not weak, as one who vainly wields
- A faltering weapon; yet the old tales tell
- How on the hard-fought field they always fell.
- It was a secret music that they heard,
- The murmurous voice of pity and of peace,
- And that which pierced the heart was but a word,
- Though the white breast was red-lipped where the sword
- Pressed a fierce cruel kiss and did not cease
- Till its hot thirst was surfeited. Ah these
- By an unwarlike troubling doubt were stirred,
- And died for hearing what no foeman heard.
- They went forth to battle but they always fell.
- Their might was not the might of lifted spears.
- Over the battle-clamor came a spell
- Of troubling music, and they fought not well.
- Their wreaths are willows and their tribute, tears.
- Their names are old sad stories in men's ears.
- Yet they will scatter the red hordes of Hell,
- Who went to battle forth and always fell.
- Shaemas O'Sheel
- QUOTABLE POEMS
- Opportunity
- In an old city by the storied shores,
- Where the bright summit of Olympus soars,
- A cryptic statue mounted toward the light
- Heel-winged, tip-toed, and poised for instant flight.
- " statue, tell your name," a traveler cried;
- And solemnly the marble lips replied:
- " Men call me Opportunity, I lift
- My wing&d feet from earth to show how swift
- My flight, how short my stay
- How Fate is ever waiting on the way."
- " But why that tossing ringlet on your brow? "
- " That men may seize me any moment: Now,
- Now is my other name; today my date;
- O traveler, tomorrow is too late!"
- Edwin Markham
- Prayer
- God, though this life is but a wraith,
- Although we know not what we use;
- Although we grope with little faith,
- God, give me the heart to fight and lose.
- Ever insurgent let me be,
- Make me more daring than devout;
- From slock contentment keep inc free
- And fill me with a buoyant doubt.
- Open my eyes to visions girt
- With beauty, and with wonder lit,
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- But let me always see the dirt,
- And all that spawn and die in it.
- Open my ears to music, let
- Me thrill with Spring's first flutes and drums
- But never let me dare forget
- The bitter ballads of the slums.
- From compromise and things half-done,
- Keep me, with stern and stubborn pride;
- But when at last the fight is won,
- God, keep me still unsatisfied.
- Louis Untermeyer
- For Those Who Fail
- " All honor to him who shall win the prize/'
- The world has cried for a thousand years;
- But to him who tries and who fails and dies,
- I give great honor and glory and tears.
- great is the hero who wins a name,
- But greater many and many a time
- Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame,
- And lets God finish the thought sublime.
- And great is the man with a sword undrawn,
- And good is the man who refrains from wine;
- But the man who fails and yet fights on,
- Lo, he is the twin-born brother of mine!
- Joaquin Miller
- QUOTABLE POEMS
- In Flanders Fields
- In Flanders fields the poppies blow
- Between the crosses, row on row,
- That mark our place; and in the sky
- The larks, still bravely singing, fly
- Scarce heard amid the guns below.
- We are the Dead/ Short days ago
- We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
- Loved and were loved, and now we lie
- In Flanders fields.
- Take up our quarrel with the foe;
- To you from failing hands we throw
- The torch; be yours to hold it high.
- If ye break faith with us who die
- We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
- In Flanders fields.
- John McCrac
- Sealed Orders
- We bear sealed orders o'er Life's weltered sea,
- Our haven dim and far;
- We can but man the helm rigKt cheerily,
- Steer by the brightest star,
- And hope that when at last the Great Command
- Is read, we then may hear
- Our anchor song, and see the longed-for land
- Lie, known and very near.
- Richard Burton
- QUOTABLE POEMS
- From Song of the Open Road
- Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road,
- Healthy, free, the world before me,
- The long brown path before me leading me wherever I
- choose.
- Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I myself am good for-
- tune,
- Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need
- nothing;
- Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
- Strong and content I travel the open road.
- Walt Whitman
- Joses, the Brother of Jesus
- Joses, the brother of Jesus, plodded from day to day
- With never a vision within him to glorify his clay;
- Joses, the brother of Jesus, was one with the heavy clod,
- But Christ was. the soul of rapture, and soared, like a lark,
- with God.
- Joses, the brother of Jesus, was only a worker in wood,
- And he never could see the glory that Jesus, his brother,
- could.
- " Why stays he not in the workshop? " he often used to
- complain,
- " Sawing the Lebanon cedar, imparting to woods their stain?
- Why must he go thus roaming, forsaking my father's
- trade,
- While hammers are busily sounding, and there is gain to be
- made? "
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- Thus ran the mind of Joses, apt with plummet and rule,
- And deeming whoever surpassed him either a knave or a
- fool
- For he never walked with the prophets in God's great garden
- of bliss
- And of all mistakes of the ages, the saddest, methinks, was
- this
- To have such a brother as Jesus, to speak with him day by
- day,
- But never to catch the vision which glorified his clay.
- Harry Kemp
- The Judgment
- When before the cloud-white throne
- We are kneeling to be known
- In self's utter nakedness,
- Mercy shall be arbitress.
- Love shall quench the very shame
- That is our tormenting flame;
- Love, the one theology,
- Set the souls in prison free
- Free as sunbeams forth to fare
- Into outer darkness, where
- It shall be our doom to make
- Glory from each earth-mistake.
- Not archangels God elects
- For celestial architects;
- On the stones of hell, the guilt
- Of the world, is Zion built.
- Katharine Lee Bates
- QUOTABLE POEMS
- Mountain Air
- Tell me of Progress if you will,
- But give me sunshine on a hill
- The grey rocks spiring to the blue,
- The scent of larches, pinks and dew,
- And summer sighing in the trees,
- And snowy breath on every breeze.
- Take towns and all that you find there,
- And leave me sun and mountain air!
- John Galsworthy
- From Tintern Abbey
- For I have learned
- To look on Nature, not as in the hour
- Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
- The still, sad music of humanity,
- Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
- To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
- A presence that disturbs rne with the joy
- Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime,
- Of something far more deeply interfused,
- Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
- And the round ocean and the living air,
- And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
- A motion and a spirit, that impels
- All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
- And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
- A lover of the meadows and the woods,
- And mountains; and of all that we behold
- From this green earth; of all the mighty world
- Of eye and ear both what they half create,
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- And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
- In nature and the language of the sense,
- The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
- The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
- Of all my moral being.
- William Wordsworth
- The Ideal City
- O you whom God hath called and set apart
- To build a city after His own heart,
- Be this your task to fitll the city's veins
- With the red blood of friendship; plant her plains
- With seeds of peace: above her portals wreathe
- Greeting and welcome: let the air we breathe
- Be musical with accents of good will
- That leap from lip to lip with joyous thrill;
- So may the stranger find upon the streets
- A kindly look in every face he meets;
- So may the spirit of the city tell
- All her souls within her gates that all is well;
- In all her homes let gentleness be found,
- In every neighborhood let grace abound,
- In every store and shop and forge and mill
- Where men of toil their daily tasks fulfill,
- Where guiding brain and workmen's skill are wise
- To shape the product of our industries,
- Where treasured stores the hands of toil sustain,
- Let friendship speed the work and share the gain,
- And thus, through all the city's teeming life,
- Let helpfulness have room with generous strife
- To serve.
- Washington Gladden
- QUOTABLE POEMS
- Calvary
- I walked alone to my Calvary,
- And no man carried the cross for me:
- Carried the cross? Nay, no man knew
- The fearful load I bent unto;
- But each as we met upon the way
- Spake me fair of the journey I walked that day.
- I came alone to my Calvary,
- And high was the hill and bleak to see;
- But lo, as I scaled the flinty side,
- A thousand went up to be crucified
- A thousand kept the way with me,
- But never a cross my eyes could see.
- Author Unknown
- Good Deeds
- How far that little candle throws his beams!
- So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
- Heaven doth with us as we with torches do;
- Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
- Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
- As if we had them not.
- William Shakespeare
- Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight
- (In Springfield, Illinois)
- It is portentous, and a thing of state
- That here at midnight, in our little town
- A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
- Near the old court-house pacing up and down,
- From " Collected Poems " by Vachel Lindsay. By permission of
- The Macmillan Company, publishers.
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- Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards
- He lingers where his children used to play,
- Or through the market, on the well-worn stones
- He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away.
- A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black,
- A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl
- Make him the quaint great figure that men love,
- The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.
- He cannot sleep upon his hillside now.
- He is among us: as in times before!
- And we who toss and lie awake for long
- Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door,
- His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings.
- Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep?
- Too many peasants fight, they know not why,
- Too many homesteads in black terror weep*
- The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart.
- He sees the dreadnoughts scouring every main.
- He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now
- The bitterness, the folly and the pain.
- He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn
- Shall come; the shining hope of Europe free:
- The league of sober folk, the Workers 7 Earth,
- Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea,
- It breaks his heart that kings must murder still
- That all his hours of travail here for men
- Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace
- That he may sleep upon his hill again?
- Vachet Undsay
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- Where Is God?
- " Oh, where is the sea? " the fishes cried,
- As they swam the crystal clearness through;
- " We've heard from of old of the ocean's tide,
- And we long to look on the water's blue.
- The wise ones speak of the infinite sea.
- Oh, who can tell us if such there be? "
- The lark flew up in the morning bright,
- And sang and balanced on sunny wings;
- And this was its song: " I see the light,
- I look o'er a world of beautiful things;
- But, flying and singing everywhere,
- In vain I have searched to find the air."
- Minot /. Savage
- Deathless
- I know I am deathless;
- I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by the carpenter's
- compass;
- I know I shall not pass like a child's carlaque cut with a
- burnt stick at night.
- Walt Whitman
- From " Leaves of Grass "
- We Are the Music-Makers
- We are the music-makers,
- And we are the dreamers of dreams,
- Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
- And sitting by desolate streams
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- World-losers and world-forsakers,
- On whom the pale moon gleams;
- Yet we are the movers and shakers
- Of the world forever, it seems.
- With wonderful deathless ditties
- We build up the world's great cities,
- And out of a fabulous story
- We fashion an empire's glory:
- One man with a dream, at pleasure,
- Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
- And three with a new song's measure
- Can trample a kingdom down.
- We, in the ages lying
- In the buried past of the earth,
- Built Nineveh with our sighing,
- And Babel itself in our mirth;
- And o'er threw them with prophesying
- To the old of the new world's worth;
- For each age is a dream that is dying,
- Or one that is coming to birth.
- Arthur O'Shaughnessy
- In the Woods
- Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home
- I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome*
- But when I am stretched beneath the pines,
- When the evening star so lonely shines,
- I laugh at the love and the pride of man,
- At the sophist's schools and the learned clan;
- For what are they all in their high conceit
- When man in the bush with God can meet?
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
- From " Good-bye, Proud World "
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- " In No Strange Land "
- WORLD invisible, we view thee,
- world intangible, we touch thee,
- world unknowable, we know thee,
- Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
- Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
- The eagle plunge to find the air
- That we ask of the stars in motion
- If they have rumor of thee there?
- !Not where the wheeling systems darken,
- And our benumbed conceiving soars 1
- The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
- Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
- The angels keep their ancient places;
- Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
- ? Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces,
- That miss the many-splendored thing.
- But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
- Cry; and upon thy so sore loss
- Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder
- Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.
- Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,
- Cry, clinging Heaven by the hems;
- And lo, Christ walking on the water
- Not of Genesareth, but Thames!
- Francis Thompson
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- lo Victis
- I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fall in the Battle of
- Life
- The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed
- in the strife ;
- Not the jubilant song of the victors, for whom the resound-
- ing acclaim
- Of nations was lifted in chorus, whose brows wear the chaplet
- of fame,
- But the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the
- broken in heart,
- Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and des-
- perate part;
- Whose youth bore no flower in its branches, whose hopes
- burned in ashes away,
- From whose hands slipped the prize they had grasped at,
- who stood at the dying of day
- With the wreck of their life all around them, unpitied, un-
- heeded, alone,
- With Death swooping down o'er their failure, and all but
- their faith overthrown,
- While the voice of the world shouts its chorus its paean for
- those who have won;
- While the trumpet is sounding triumphant, and high to the
- breeze and the sun
- Glad banners are waving, hands clapping, and hurrying feet
- Thronging after the laurel crowned victors, T stand on the
- field of defeat,
- In the shadow, with those who are fallen, and wounded, and
- dying, and there
- Chant a requiem low, place my hand on their pain-knotted
- brows, breathe a prayer,
- Hold the hand that is helpless, and whisper, " They only the
- victory win,
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- Who have fought the good fight, and have vanquished the
- demon that tempts us within;
- Who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the
- world holds on high;
- Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight if
- need be, to die."
- Speak, History! Who are Life's victors? Unroll thy long
- annals and say,
- Are they those whom the world called the victors, who won
- the success of a day?
- The martyrs, or Nero? The Spartans, who fell at Ther-
- mopylae's tryst,
- Or the Persians and Xerxes? His judges or Socrates, Pilate
- or Christ?
- William Wetmore Story
- The Kings Are Passing Deathward
- The kings are passing deathward in the dark
- Of days that had been splendid where they went;
- Their crowns are captive and their courts are stark
- Of purples that are ruinous, now, and rent.
- For all that they have seen disastrous things:
- The shattered pomp, the split and shaken throne,
- fhey cannot quite forget the way of Kings:
- Gravely they pass, majestic and alone.
- With thunder on their brows, their faces set
- Toward the eternal night of restless shapes,
- They walk in awful splendor, regal yet,
- Wearing their crimes like rich and kingly capes . . .
- Curse them or taunt, they will not hear or see;
- The Kings are passing deathward: let them be.
- David Morton
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- Failures
- They bear no laurels on their sunless brows,
- Nor aught within their pale hands as they go;
- They look as men accustomed to the slow
- And level onward course 'neath drooping boughs.
- Who may these be no trumpet doth arouse,
- These of the dark processionals of woe,
- Unpraised, unblamed, but whom sad Acheron's flow
- Monotonously lulls to leaden drowse?
- These are the Failures. Clutched by Circumstance,
- They were say not, too weak! too ready prey
- To their own fear whose fixed Gorgon glance
- Made them as stone for aught of great essay;
- Or else they nodded when their Master-Chance
- Wound his one signal, and went on his way,
- Arthur W. Upson
- Life Owes Me Nothing
- Life owes me nothing. Let the years
- Bring clouds or azure, joy or tears,
- Already a full cup I've quaffed;
- Already wept and loved and laughed,
- And seen, in ever endless ways,
- New beauties overwhelm the days.
- Life owes me naught. No pain that waits
- Can steal the wealth from memory's gates;
- No aftermath of anguish slow
- Can quench the soul-fire's early glow,
- I breathe, exulting, each new breath,
- Embracing Life, ignoring Death.
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- Life owes me nothing. One clear morn
- Is boon enough for being born;
- ' And be it ninety years or ten,
- No need for me to question when.
- While Life is mine, I'll find it good,
- And greet each hour with gratitude.
- Author Unknown
- If This Were Enough
- God, if this were enough,
- That I see things bare to the buff
- And up to the buttocks in mire;
- That I ask not hope nor hire,
- Not in the husk,
- Nor dawn beyond the dusk,
- Nor life beyond death:
- God, if this were faith?
- Having felt Thy wind in my face
- Spit sorrow and disgrace,
- Having seen Thine evil doom
- In Golgotha and Khartoum,
- And the brutes, the work of Thine hands,
- Fill with injustice lands
- And stain with blood the sea:
- If still in my veins the glee
- Of the black night and the sun
- And the lost battle, run:
- If, an adept,
- The iniquitous lists I still accept
- With joy, and joy to endure and be withstood,
- And still to battle and perish for a dream of good:
- God, if that were enough?
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- If to feel, in the ink of the slough,
- And the sink of the mire,
- Veins of glory and fire
- Run through and transpierce and transpire,
- And a secret purpose of glory in every part,
- And the answering glory of battle fill my heart;
- To thrill with the joy of girded men
- To go on forever and fail and go on again,
- And be mauled to the earth and arise,
- And contend for the shade of a word and a thing not seen
- with the eyes;
- With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night
- That somehow the right is the right
- And the smooth shall bloom from the rough:
- Lord, if that were enough?
- Robert Louts Stevenson
- A Morning Prayer
- Let me today do something that will take
- A little sadness from the world's vast store,
- And may I be so favored as to make
- Of joy's too scanty sum a little more.
- Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed
- Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend.
- Nor would I pass unseeing worthy need,
- Or sin by silence when I should defend.
- However meager be my worldly wealth,
- Let me give something that shall aid my kind
- A word of courage, or a thought of health
- Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find.
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- Let me tonight look back across the span
- Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say
- Because of some good act to beast or man
- " The world is better that I lived today."
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- From Thanatopsis
- So live that when thy summons comes to join
- The innumerable caravan that moves
- To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
- His chamber in the silent halls of death,
- Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
- Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
- By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
- Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
- About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
- William Cullen Bryant
- Count That Day Lost
- If you sit down at set of sun
- And count the acts that you have done,
- And, counting find
- One self-denying deed, one word
- That eased the heart of him who heard;
- One glance most kind,
- That fell like sunshine where it went
- Then you may count that day well spent.
- But if, through all the livelong day,
- YouVe cheered no heart, by yea or nay
- If, through it all
- YouVe nothing done that you can trace
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- That brought the sunshine to one face
- No act most small
- That helped some soul and nothing cost
- Then count that day as worse than lost.
- George Eliot
- The Question Whither
- When we have thrown off this old suit
- So much in need of mending,
- To sink among the naked mute,
- Is that, think you, our ending?
- We follow many, more we lead,
- And you who sadly turf us,
- Believe not that all living seed
- Must flower above the surface.
- Sensation is a gracious gift
- But were it cramped to station,
- The prayer to have it cast adrift
- Would spout from all sensation.
- Enough if we have winked to sun,
- Have sped the plough a season,
- There is a soul for labor done,
- Endureth fixed as reason.
- Then let our trust be firm in Good,
- Though we be of the fasting;
- Our questions arc a mortal brood,
- Our work is everlasting.
- We Children of Beneficence
- Are in its being sharers;
- And Whither vainer sounds than Whence
- For word with such wayfarers,
- George Meredith
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- To Whom Shall the World Henceforth Belong?
- To whom shall the world henceforth belong,
- And who shall go up and possess it?
- To the Great-Hearts the Strong
- Who will suffer no wrong,
- And where they find evil redress it.
- To the men of Bold Light
- Whose souls seized of Right,
- Found a work to be done and have done it.
- To the Valiant who fought
- For a soul-lifting thought,
- Saw the fight to be won and have won it.
- To the Men of Great Mind
- Set on lifting their kind,
- Who, regardless of danger, will do it.
- To the Men of Good-will,
- Who would cure all Life's ill,
- And whose passion for peace will ensue it.
- To the Men who will bear
- Their full share of Life's care,
- And will rest not till wrongs be all righted.
- To the Stalwarts who toil
- 'Mid the seas of turmoil,
- Till the haven of safety be sighted.
- To the Men of Good Fame
- Who everything claim
- This world and the next in their Master's great name
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- To these shall the world henceforth belong,
- And they shall go up and possess it;
- Overmuch, o'erlong, has the world suffered wrong,
- We are here by God's help to redress it.
- John Oxenham
- Man
- What a piece of work is a man I how noble in reason! how
- infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and
- admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension
- how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of
- animals!
- William Shakespeare
- From " Hamlet, Prince of Denmark "
- Bring Me Men
- Bring me men to match my mountains,
- Bring me men to match my plains
- Men with empires in their purpose
- And new eras in their brains.
- Bring me men to match my prairies,
- Men to match my inland seas,
- Men whose thought shall prove a highway
- Up to ampler destinies,
- Pioneers to clear thought's marshlands
- And to cleanse old error's pen;
- Bring me men to match my mountains
- Bring me men!
- Bring me men to m^tch my forests,
- Strong to fight the storm and blast,
- Branching toward the skyey future,
- Rooted in the fertile past.
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- Bring me men to match my valleys,
- Tolerant of sun and snow,
- Men within whose fruitful purpose
- Time's consummate blooms shall grow,
- Men to tame the tigerish instincts
- Of the lair and cave and den,
- Cleanse the dragon slime of nature
- Bring me men!
- Bring me men to match my rivers,
- Continent cleavers, flowing free,
- Drawn by the eternal madness
- To be mingled with the sea;
- Men of oceanic impulse,
- Men whose moral currents sweep
- Towards the wide-infolding ocean
- Of an undiscovered deep;
- Men who feel the strong pulsation
- Of tr^e central sea and then
- Time their currents to its earth throb
- Bring me men!
- Sam Walter Foss
- From " The Coming American "
- Joy and Sorrow
- Sullen skies today,
- Sunny skies tomorrow;
- November steals from May,
- And May from her doth borrow;
- Griefs Joys in Time's strange dance
- Interchangeably advance;
- The sweetest joys that come to us
- Come sweeter for past sorrow,
- Aubrey De Vere
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- Thy Kingdom Come!
- Across the bitter centuries I hear the wail of men:
- " Oh, would that Jesus Lord, the Christ, would come to us
- again."
- We decorate our altars with ceremonious pride,
- With all the outward shows of pomp His worship is
- supplied,
- Great churches raise their mighty spires to pierce the sun-
- lit skies,
- While in the shadow of the cross we utter blasphemies.
- We know we do not do His will who lessoned us to pray,
- " Our Father grant within our lives Thy Kingdom rule
- today."
- The prayer He taught us, once a week we mouth with half-
- shut eye,
- While in the charnel-house of words immortal meanings
- die.
- Above our brothers' frailties we cry " Unclean! Unclean! "
- And with the hands that served her shame still stone the
- Magdalene.
- We know within our factories that wan-cheeked women
- reel
- Among the deft and droning belts that spin from wheel to
- wheel.
- We know that unsexed childhood droops in dull-eyed
- drudgery
- The little children that He blessed in far-off Galilee
- Yet surely, Lord, our hearts would grow more merciful to
- them,
- If Thou couldst come again to us as once in Bethlehem.
- Willard Wattles
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- The Face of a Friend
- Blessed is the man that beholdeth the face of a friend in a
- far country,
- The darkness of his heart is melted in the dawning of day
- within him,
- It is like the sound of sweet music heard long ago and half
- forgotten;
- It is like the coming back of birds to a wood where the
- winter is ended.
- Henry van Dyke
- Consummation
- Not poppies plant not poppies on my grave!
- I want no anodyne to make me sleep ;
- I want that All-Bestowing Power, who gave
- Immortal love to life, and which we crave
- The promise of a larger life, to keep.
- What that may be I know not no one knows;
- But since love's graces I have striven to gain,
- Plant o'er my soon-forgotten dust, a rose
- That flower which in love's garden ever blows
- That thus a fragrant memory may remain.
- For my fond hope has been, that I might leave
- A Flowering even in the wayside grass
- A Touch of Bloom, life's grayness to relieve
- A Beauty, they who follow may perceive,
- That hints the scent of roses as they pass.
- James Terry White
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- To My Countrymen
- (A Voice for Peace)
- Heirs of great yesterdays, be proud with me
- Of your most envied treasure of the Past;
- Not wide domain; not doubtful wealth amassed;
- Not ganglia cities rival worlds to be:
- But great souls, servitors of Liberty,
- Who kept the state to star-set Honor fast,
- Not for ourselves alone but that, at last,
- No nation should to Baal bow the knee.
- Are we content to be inheritors?
- Can you not hear the pleading of the sod
- That canopies our heroes? Hasten, then!
- Help the sad earth unlearn the vogue of war.
- Be just and earn the eternal praise of men;
- Be generous and win the smile of God.
- Robert Underwood Johnson
- Sunrise
- Day!
- Faster and more fast,
- O'er night's brim, day boils at last:
- Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cap's brim
- Where spurting and suppressed it lay,
- For not a froth-flake touched the rim
- Of yonder gap in the solid gray
- Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;
- But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,
- Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed,
- Rose, reddened, and its seething breast
- Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
- Robert Browning
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- From Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
- The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
- The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
- The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
- And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
- Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
- And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
- Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
- And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
- Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower,
- The moping owl does to the moon complain
- Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
- Molest her ancient, solitary reign.
- Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
- Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
- Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
- The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
- The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
- The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
- The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
- No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
- For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
- Or busy housewife ply her evening care;
- No children run to lisp their sire's return,
- Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
- Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
- Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
- How jocund did they drive their team afield!
- How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy strokel
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- Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
- Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
- Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
- The short and simple annals of the poor.
- The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
- And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
- Await alike the inevitable hour:
- The paths of glory lead but to the grave,
- Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
- If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise
- Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
- The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
- Can stoned urn or animated bust
- Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
- Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust
- Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
- Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
- Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
- Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
- Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre;
- But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
- Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;
- Chill Penury repressed their noble rage,
- And froze the genial current of the soul.
- Full many a gem of purest ray serene
- The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
- Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
- And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
- Thomas Gray
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- Under the Harvest Moon
- Under the harvest moon,
- When the soft silver
- Drips shimmering
- Over the garden nights,
- Death, the gray mocker
- Comes and whispers to you
- As a beautiful friend
- Who remembers.
- Under the summer roses,
- When the flagrant crimson
- Lurks in the dusk
- Of the wild red leaves,
- Love, with little hands,
- Comes and touches you
- With a thousand memories,
- And asks you
- Beautiful unanswerable questions.
- Carl Sandburg
- The Creedless Love
- A creedless love, that knows no clan,
- No caste, no cult, no church but Man;
- That deems today and now and here,
- Are voice and vision of the seer;
- That through this lifted human clod
- The inflow of the breath of God
- Still sheds its apostolic powers
- Such love, such trust, such faith be ours.
- We deem man climbs an endless slope
- Tow'rd far-seen tablelands of hope;
- That he, through filth and shame of sin,
- Still seeks the God that speaks within;
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- That all the years since time began
- Work the eternal Rise of Man ;
- And all the days that time shall see
- Tend tow'rd the Eden yet to be.
- Too long our music-hungering needs
- Have heard the iron clash of creeds.
- The creedless love that knows no clan,
- No caste, no cult, no church but Man,
- Shall drown with mellow music all,
- The dying jangle of their brawl;
- Such love with all its quickening powers,
- Such love to God and Man be ours.
- Sam Walter Foss
- Love Over All
- Time flies,
- Suns rise
- And shadows fall.
- Let time go by.
- Love is forever over all.
- From an English Sun Dial
- Patience
- Sometimes I wish that I might do
- Just one grand deed and die,
- And by that one grand deed reach up
- To meet God in the sky.
- But such is not Thy way, God,
- Nor such is Thy decree,
- But deed by deed, and tear by tear,
- Our souls must climb to Thee,
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- As climbed the only son of God
- From manger unto Cross,
- Who learned, through tears and bloody sweat,
- To count this world but loss;
- Who left the Virgin Mother's arms
- To seek those arms of shame,
- Outstretched upon a lonely hill
- To which the darkness came.
- As deed by deed, and tear by tear,
- He climbed up to the height,
- Each deed a splendid deed, each tear
- A jewel shining bright,
- So grant us, Lord, the patient heart,
- To climb the upward way,
- Until we stand upon the height,
- And see the perfect day.
- G. A. Studdert-Kennedy
- A Leaf of Grass
- I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of
- the stars,
- And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and
- the. egg of the wren,
- And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest,
- And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of
- heaven,
- And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all
- machinery,
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- And the cow crunching with depressed head surpasses any
- statue,
- And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of
- infidels.
- Walt Whitman
- From " Leaves of Grass "
- The Lost Christ
- Your skill has fashioned stately creeds,
- But where is He, we pray
- The friendly Christ of loving deeds?
- He is not here today.
- With sentences that twist and tease,
- Confusing mind and heart,
- You forge your wordy homilies
- And bid us heed your art.
- But where is He or can you tell?
- Who stilled the brothers' strife,
- Who urged the woman at the well
- To live a better life?
- Where is the Saint of Galilee,
- Crude Peter's faithful guide;
- The man who wept at Bethany
- Because His friend had died?
- We weary of your musty lore
- Behind dead walls of gray;
- We want His loving words once more
- By some Emmaus way.
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- Give us the Christ who can bestow
- Some comfort-thought of death.
- Give us a Christ our hearts can know
- The Man of Nazareth.
- Thomas Curtis Clark
- Our Known Unknown
- Thou as represented to me here
- In such conception as my soul allows
- Under Thy measureless, my atom-width!
- Man's mind, what is it but a convex-glass
- Wherein are gathered all the scattered points
- Picked out of the immensity of sky,
- To reunite there, be our heaven for earth,
- Our known Unknown, our God revealed to man?
- Robert Browning
- From " The Ring and the Book "
- Today, O Lord
- O Lord, I pray
- That for this day
- I may not swerve
- By foot or hand
- From Thy command
- Not to be served, but to serve.
- This, too, I pray,
- That from this day
- No love of ease
- Nor pride prevent
- My good intent
- Not to be pleased, but to please.
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- And if I may
- I'd have this day
- Strength from above
- To set my heart
- In heavenly art
- Not to be loved, but to love.
- Maltbie D. Babcock
- Where is Heaven?
- Where is Heaven? Is it not
- Just a friendly garden plot,
- Walled with stone and roofed with sun,
- Where the days pass one by one
- Not too fast and not too slow,
- Looking backward as they go
- At the beauties left behind
- To transport the pensive mind.
- Does not Heaven begin that day
- When the eager heart can say,
- Surely God is in this place,
- I have seen Him face to face
- In the loveliness of flowers,
- In the service of the showers,
- And His voice has talked to me
- In the sunlit apple tree.
- Bliss Carman
- A Prayer for the New Year
- O year that is going, take with you
- Some evil that dwells in my heart;
- Let selfishness, doubt,
- With the old year go out
- With joy I would see them depart.
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- year that is going, take with you
- Impatience and wilfulness pride;
- The sharp word that slips
- From those too hasty lips,
- 1 would cast, with the old year aside.
- year that is coming, bring with you
- Some virtue of which I have need;
- More patience to bear
- And more kindness to share,
- And more love that is true love indeed.
- Laura F. Armitage
- The Stirrup-Cup
- Death, thou'rt a cordial old and rare:
- Look how compounded, with what care!
- Time got his wrinkles reaping thee
- Sweet herbs from all antiquity.
- David to thy distillage went,
- Keats, and Gotama excellent,
- Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright,
- And Shakespeare for a king-delight.
- Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt:
- Hand me the cup whene'er thou wilt;
- 'Tis thy rich stirrup-cup to me;
- I'll drink it down right smilingly.
- Sidney Lanier
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- Mothers of Men
- " I hold no cause worth my son's life," one said
- And the two women with her as she spoke
- Joined glances in a hush that neither broke,
- So present was the memory of their dead.
- And through their meeting eyes their souls drew near,
- Linked by their sons, men who had held life dear
- But laid it down for something dearer still.
- One had wrought out with patient iron will
- The riddle of a pestilence, and won,
- Fighting on stricken, till his work was done
- For children of tomorrow. Far away
- In shell-torn soil of France the other lay,
- And in the letter that his mother read
- Over and over, kneeling as to pray
- " I'm thanking God with all my heart today,
- Whatever comes " (that was the day he died)
- " I've done my bit to clear the road ahead."
- In those two mothers, common pain of loss
- Blossomed in starry flowers of holy pride,
- What thoughts were hers who silent stood beside
- Her son the dreamer's cross? A 7 . r
- Amelia /. Burr
- Prayer
- I do not ask a truce
- With life's incessant pain;
- But school my lips, O Lord,
- Not to complain.
- I do not ask for peace
- From life's eternal sorrow;
- But give me courage, Lord,
- To fight tomorrow! Peter Gething
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- From If Jesus Came Back Today
- If Jesus came back today
- What would the people say?
- Would they cheer Him and strew the way
- With garlands of myrtle and bay
- As they did on that distant day
- When He came to Jerusalem?
- What would America say
- If Jesus came back today?
- We fashion great churches and creeds
- But the heart of the people still bleeds
- And the poor still rot in their needs.
- We display with pride His cross
- In the midst of our pagan life
- While we hug to our hearts the dross
- Of our selfishness and strife.
- What sacrifice have we made
- To live the love He prayed?
- What willing blood have we shed
- To do the deeds He said?
- To be popular and well-fed
- We forsake the way He led
- And follow a ghost instead!
- Vincent Godfrey Burns
- Life's Evening
- Ah, yet, ere I descend to the grave,
- May I a small house and large garden have,
- And a few friends, and many books, both true,
- Both wise, and both delightful too!
- Abraham Cowley
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- Altruism
- " The earth is not the abode of the strong alone; it is also
- the home of the loving." 7. Arthur Thomson.
- The God of things that are
- Is the God of the highest heaven;
- The God of the morning star,
- Of the thrush that sings at even;
- The God of the storm and sunshine,
- Of the wolf, the snail, and the bee,
- Of the Alp's majestic silence,
- Of the boundless depths of the sea;
- The God of the times and the nations,
- Of the planets as they roll,
- Of the numberless constellations,
- Of the limitless human soul.
- For there is nothing small,
- And naught can mighty be;
- Archangels and atoms all
- Embodiments of Thee!
- A single thought divine
- Holds stars and suns in space;
- A dream of man is Thine,
- And history finds its place.
- When the universe was young
- Thine was the perfect thought
- That life should be bound in one
- By the strand of love enwrought
- In the life of the fern and the lily,
- Of the dragon and the dove,
- Still through the stress and struggle
- Waxes the bond of love.
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- Out from the ruthless ages
- Rises, like incense mild,
- The love of the man and the woman,
- The love of the mother and child.
- David Starr Jordan
- The Spring of God
- Across the edges of the world there blows a wind
- Mysterious with perfume of a Spring;
- A Spring that is not of the kindling earth,
- That's more than scent of bloom or gleam of bud;
- The Spring of God in flower!
- Down there where neither sun nor air came through,
- I felt it blow dcross my dungeon walls
- The wind before the footsteps of the Lord!
- It bloweth now across the world;
- It strangely stirs the hearts of men; wars cease;
- Rare deeds familiar grow; fastings and prayers,
- Forgiveness, poverty; temples are built
- On visioned impulses, and children march
- On journeys with no end.
- Far off, far off He comes, *
- And we are swept upon our knees
- As meadow grasses kneeling to the wind.
- William A. Percy
- From In April Once "
- From The Vision of Sir Latmfal
- Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us;
- The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in,
- The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,
- We bargain for the graves we lie in;
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- At the devil's booth are all things sold,
- Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold;
- For a cap and bells our lives we pay,
- Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking;
- 'Tis heaven alone that is given away,
- Tis only God may be had for the asking;
- No price is set on the lavish Summer;
- June may be had by the poorest comer.
- And what is so rare as a day in June?
- Then, if ever, come perfect days;
- Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
- And over it softly her warm ear lays;
- Whether we look, or whether we listen,
- We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
- Every clod feels a stir of might,
- An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
- And, groping blindly above it for light,
- Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
- The flush of life may well be seen
- Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
- The cowslip startles in meadows green,
- The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
- And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
- To be some happy creature's palace;
- The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
- Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
- And lets his illumined being o'errun
- With the deluge of summer it receives;
- His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
- And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
- He sings to the wide world and she to her nest
- In the nice ear of Nature, which song is the best?
- James Russell Lowell
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- Loyalties
- Let us keep splendid loyalties,
- For we are falling prey to lesser things.
- What use are breath and strength if we no longer feel
- The thrill of battle for some holy cause
- Or hear high morning bugles calling us away?
- Let brave hearts dare to break the truce with things
- Ere we have lost our ancient heritage.
- Are we to gain a world to lose our souls,
- Souls which can keep faith until death
- And die, triumphant, in some crimson dawn?
- Nay, we must keep faith with the unnumbered brave
- Who pushed aside horizons, that we might reach
- The better things: We cannot rest until
- We have put courage once more on her throne;
- For Honor clamors for her heritage,
- And Right still claims a kingdom of its own.
- Walter A. Cutter
- God Is Here
- God is here! I hear His voice
- While thrushes make the woods rejoice.
- I touch His robe each time I place
- My hand against a pansy's face.
- I breathe His breath if I but pass
- Verbenas trailing through the grass.
- God is here! From every tree
- His leafy fingers beckon me.
- Madeleine Aaron
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- I Tramp a Perpetual Journey
- I tramp a perpetual journey,
- My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut
- from the woods,
- No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
- I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
- I lead no man to a dinner-table, library or exchange,
- But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
- My left hand hooking you round the waist,
- My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents, and a
- plain public road.
- Not I nor anyone else, can travel that road for you,
- You must travel it for yourself.
- Walt Whitman
- From " Leaves of Grass "
- Worship
- Work is devout, and service is divine.
- Who stoops to scrub a floor
- May worship more
- Than he who kneels before a holy shrine;
- Who crushes stubborn ore
- More worthily adore
- Than he who crushes sacramental wine.
- Roy Campbell MacFie
- The Seven Ages of Man
- All the world's a stage,
- And all the men and women merely players:
- They have their exits and their entrances;
- And one man in his time plays many parts,
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- His acts being seven ages. As, first, the infant,
- Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:
- And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
- And shining morning face, creeping like snail
- Unwillingly to school: And then the lover,
- Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
- Made to his mistress' eyebrow: Then the soldier,
- Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
- Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
- Seeking the bubble reputation
- Even in the cannon's mouth: And then the justice,
- In fair round belly with good capon lined,
- With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
- Full of wise saws and modern instances;
- And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts
- Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
- With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
- His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
- For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
- Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
- And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all,
- That ends this strange eventful history,
- Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
- Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
- William Shakespeare
- From " As You Like It "
- From Among the Ferns
- I lay among the ferns,
- Where they lifted their fronds, innumerable, in the green-
- wood wilderness, like wings winnowing the air;
- And their voices went by me continually.
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- And I listened, and Lo! softly inaudibly raining I heard not
- the voices of the ferns only, but of all living creatures:
- Voices of mountain and star,
- Of cloud and forest and ocean,
- And of little rills tumbling among the rocks,
- And of the high tops where the moss-beds are and the springs
- arise.
- As the wind at midday rains whitening over the grass,
- As the night-bird glimmers a moment, fleeting between the
- lonely watcher and the moon,
- So softly inaudibly they rained,
- While I sat silent.
- And in the silence of the greenwood I knew the secret of the
- growth of the ferns;
- I saw their delicate leaflets tremble breathing an unde-
- scribed and unuttered life;
- And, below, the ocean lay sleeping;
- And round them the mountains and the stars dawned in
- glad companionship forever.
- Edward Carpenter
- The Newer Vainglory
- Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks,
- Not with himself aloud,
- With proclamation, calling on the ranks
- Of an attentive crowd.
- " Thank God, I clap not my own humble breast,
- But other ruffians' backs,
- Imputing crime such is my tolerant haste
- To any man that lacks.
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- " For I am tolerant, generous, keep no rules,
- And the age honors me.
- Thank God I am not as these rigid fools,
- Even as this Pharisee."
- Alice Meynell
- The Place of Peace
- At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky
- And flinging the clouds and the towers by,
- Is a place of central calm;
- So here in the roar of mortal things,
- I have a place where my spirit sings,
- In the hollow of God's palm.
- Edwin Markham
- The Seeker After God
- There was a dreamer once, whose spirit trod
- Unnumbered ways in thwarted search for God:
- He stirred the dust on ancient books; he sought
- For certain light in what the teachers taught;
- He took his staff and went unto the Wise,
- And deeper darkness fell about his eyes;
- He lived a hermit, and forebore his food,
- And God left visitless his solitude;
- He wrapped himself in prayer night after night,
- And mocking demons danced across his sight.
- Resigned at last to Him he could not find,
- He turned again to live among mankind
- And when from man he no more stood apart,
- God, on that instant, visited his heart!
- Harry Kemp
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- The Survivor
- When the last day is ended,
- And the nights are through;
- When the last sun is buried
- In its grave of blue;
- When the stars are snuffed like candles,
- And the seas no longer fret;
- When the winds unlearn their cunning,
- And the storms forget;
- When the last lip is palsied,
- And the last prayer said;
- Love shall reign immortal
- While the worlds lie dead!
- Frederic Lawrence Knowles
- Choice
- Ask and it shall be given.
- Ask ask.
- And if you ask a stone
- Expect not bread;
- And if the stone glitter like a caught star,
- And shine on a warm, soft breast,
- And you have tossed your soul away
- To see it in that nest,
- Yet is it still a stone not bread.
- Seek and you shall find.
- Seek seek.
- And if you go the crowded street
- Look not to find the hills;
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- And if the shops sit gay along the way,
- And laughter fills the air,
- Still you have lost the hills.
- Knock and the door shall open.
- Knock knock.
- Two doors are there, beware!
- Think well before you knock;
- Your tapping finger will unlock
- Your heaven or hell.
- Ellen Coit Elliott
- Past Ruined Hion
- Past ruined Hion Helen lives,
- Alcestis rises from the shades;
- Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives
- Immortal youth to mortal maids.
- Soon shall Oblivion's deepening veil
- Hide all the peopled hills you see,
- The gay, the proud, while lovers hail
- These many summers you and me.
- Walter Savage Landor
- Nature and Religion
- Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky,
- The sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity.
- The winds blow from a thousand ways and waft their balms
- abroad,
- The winds blow toward a million goals but all winds
- blow from God.
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- The stars the old Chaldeans saw still weave their maze
- on high
- And write a thousand thousand years their bible in the sky.
- The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath
- of prayer
- Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there.
- Where shall we get religion? Beneath the blooming tree,
- Beside the hill-encircled brooks that loiter to the sea;
- Beside all twilight waters, beneath the noonday shades.
- Beneath the dark cathedral pines, and through the tangled
- glades;
- Wherever the old urge of life provokes the dumb, dead sod
- To tell its thought in violets, the soul takes hold on God.
- Go smell the growing clover, and scent the blooming pear,
- Go forth to seek religion and find it anywhere.
- Sam Walter Foss
- Thanksgiving
- For all things beautiful, and good, and true;
- For things that seemed not good yet turned to good;
- For all the sweet compulsions of Thy will
- That chastened, tried, and wrought us to Thy shape;
- For things unnumbered that we take of right,
- And value first when they are withheld;
- For light and air; sweet sense of sound and smell;
- For ears to hear the heavenly harmonies;
- For eyes to see the unseen in the seen;
- For vision of the Worker in the work;
- For hearts to apprehend Thee everywhere;
- We thank Thee, Lord.
- John Oxenkam
- QUOTABLE POEMS 49
- Magna Est Veritas
- Here, in this little Bay,
- Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
- Where, twice a day,
- The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes,
- Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
- I sit me down.
- For want of me the world's course will not fail;
- When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
- The truth is great, and shall prevail,
- When none cares whether it prevail or not.
- Coventry Patmore
- Beauty
- How can you smile when pain is everywhere;
- How flaunt complacently your vulgar wealth?
- " It is my duty to be gay. My health
- And calm delight the eye and banish care
- It would be sad indeed if none were free
- To sanction Beauty and embody Joy.
- Enough of you, who would with gloom destroy
- My grace. I do my share of Charity! "
- Your share of charity! Who tipped the scales
- To Sophistry and weighed a fancy gown
- Against a street rat's need of bread? The nails
- Of Calvary, the cross, the thorned crown,
- The face of sorrow that He wore, reply:
- " Forgive them, God, they know not when they lie! "
- Mary Craig Sinclair
- SO QUOTABLE POEMS
- Lone-Land
- Around us lies a world invisible,
- With isles of dream and many a continent
- Of Thought, and Isthmus Fancy, where we dwell
- Each as a lonely wanderer intent
- Upon his vision; finding each his fears
- And hopes encompassed by the tide of Tears.
- John B. Tabb
- My Enemy
- An enemy I had, whose mien
- I stoutly strove in vain to know;
- For hard he dogged my steps, unseen,
- Wherever I might go.
- My plans he balked; my aims he foiled;
- He blocked my every onward way.
- When for some lofty goal I toiled,
- He grimly said me nay.
- " Come forth! " I cried, " Lay bare thy guise!
- Thy wretched features I would see."
- Yet always to my straining eyes
- He dwelt in mystery.
- Until one night I held him fast,
- The veil from off his form did draw;
- I gazed upon his face at last
- And, lo! myself I saw.
- Edwin L. Sabin
- QUOTABLE POEMS 51
- Memory
- My mind lets go a thousand things,
- Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
- And yet recalls the very hour
- J Twas noon by yonder village tower,
- And on the last blue noon in May
- The wind came briskly up this way,
- Crisping the brook beside the road;
- Then, pausing here, set down its load
- Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
- Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich
- Pass On the Torch
- Pass on the torch, pass on the flame;
- Remember whence the Glory came;
- And eyes are on you as you run,
- Beyond the shining of the sun.
- Lord Christ, we take the torch from Thee;
- We must be true, we must be free,
- And clean of heart and strong of soul,
- To bear the Glory to its goal.
- America, God hear the prayer
- America for God, we dare,
- With Lincoln's heart and Lincoln's hand,
- To fling a flame across the land.
- O Lord of life, to Thee we kneel;
- Maker of men, our purpose seall
- We will, for honor of Thy Name,
- Pass on the Torch, pass on the flame.
- Allen Eastman Cross
- 52 QUOTABLE POEMS
- The Miser
- I have wasted nothing. O Lord, I have saved,
- Saved, put by in a goodly hoard.
- What of the prodigals? Judge them, Lord
- Their wanton waste of Thy mercies poured
- Into the sewers! Profligates!
- Judge them, Lord, in Thy righteous wrath.
- I have saved, O Lord, I have scraped and saved,
- With my eyes downbent to my daily path;
- I have counted and carried, checked and stored,
- Nothing too worthless, nothing too small,
- Never a fragment thrown away
- A gainful use I have found for all.
- But what is my store? Do they call this Death,
- This poignant insight? At last I see.
- I have wasted nothing, Lord, but life,
- Time, and the talent Thou gavest me.
- Laura Bell Everett
- Whichever Way the Wind Doth Blow
- Whichever way the wind doth blow
- Some heart is glad to have it so;
- Then blow it east or blow it west,
- The wind that blows, that wind is best.
- My little craft sails not alone;
- A thousand fleets from every zone
- Are out upon a thousand seas;
- And what for me were favouring breeze
- QUOTABLE POEMS S3
- Might dash another, with the shock
- Of doom, upon some hidden rock.
- And so I do not dare to pray
- For winds to waft me on my way,
- But leave it to a Higher Will
- To stay or speed me; trusting still
- That all is well, and sure that He
- Who launched my bark will sail with me
- Through storm and calm, and will not fail
- Whatever breezes may prevail
- To land me, every peril past,
- Within His sheltering Heaven at last.
- Then whatsoever wind doth blow,
- My heart is glad to have it so;
- And blow it east or blow it west,
- The wind that blows, that wind is best,
- Caroline Atherton Mason
- The Tide of Faith
- So faith is strong
- Only when we are strong, shrinks when we shrink.
- It comes when music stirs us, and the chords,
- Moving on some grand climax, shake our souls
- With influx new that makes new energies.
- It comes in swellings of the heart and tears
- That rise at noble and at gentle deeds.
- It comes in moments of heroic love,
- Un jealous joy in joy not made for us;
- In conscious triumph of the good within,
- Making us worship goodness that rebukes.
- Even our failures are a prophecy,
- Even our yearnings and our bitter tears
- 54 QUOTABLE POEMS
- After that fair and true we cannot grasp.
- Presentiment of better things on earth
- Sweeps in with every force that stirs our souls
- To admiration, self-renouncing love.
- George Eliot
- Vitse Summa Brevis
- They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
- Love and desire and hate:
- I think they have no portion in us after
- We pass the gate.
- They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
- Out of a misty dream
- Our path emerges for a while, then closes
- Within a dream.
- Ernest Dowson
- From Ulysses
- There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
- There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
- Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me
- That ever with a frolic welcome took
- The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
- Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old;
- Old age hath yet his honor and his toil;
- Death closes all: but something ere the end,
- Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
- Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
- The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
- The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
- Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
- Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
- Push off, and sitting well in order smite
- QUOTABLE POEMS 55
- The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
- To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
- Of all the western stars, until I die.
- It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
- It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
- And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
- Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
- We are not now that strength which in old days
- Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
- One equal temper of heroic hearts,
- Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
- To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Alfred Tennyson
- Invincible
- The years race by on padded feet
- Unhaltingly, and panther-fleet
- Imprinting marks of drab decay.
- My hair grows ashen; cravings numb;
- Lips pale; and telltale age-lines come
- Life's hoary touch I may not stay.
- Time-scarred . . . yet I shall scorn to weep
- For transient youth if I can keep
- My piquant heart from turning gray!
- Winnie Lynch Rockett
- Rules for the Road
- Stand straight:
- Step firmly, throw your weight:
- The heaven is high above your head,
- The good gray road is faithful to your tread.
- 56 QUOTABLE POEMS
- Be strong:
- Sing to your heart a battle song:
- Though hidden f oemen lie in wait,
- Something is in you that can smile at Fate,
- Press through:
- Nothing can harm if you are true.
- And when the night comes, rest:
- The earth is friendly as a mother's breast.
- Edwin Markham
- The White Christs
- The White Christs come from the East,
- And they follow the way of the sun;
- And they smile, as Pale Men ask them to
- At the things Pale Men have done;
- For the White Christs sanction the sum of things
- Faggot and club and gun.
- Whine of the groaning car,
- Caste, which divides like a wall;
- Curse of the raw-sored soul;
- Doom of the great and small;
- The White Christs fashioned by Pale White Men
- Sanction and bless it all.
- Prophets of truth have said
- That Afric and Ind must mourn;
- And the children of Oman weep
- Trampled and slashed and torn,
- Keeping the watch with brown Cathay
- Till the Black Christs shall be born.
- Guy Fitch Phelps
- QUOTABLE POEMS 57
- Prayer for a Little Home
- God send us a little home
- To come back to when we roam
- Low walls and fluted tiles
- Wide windows, a view for miles;
- Red firelight and dee
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