yet not estranged, I stand All comprehending; From my estate I view earth’s frail dilemma; Scion of fused strength am I, All understanding, Nor this nor that Contains me.
Fusion
How deftly does the gardener blend This rose and that To bud a new creation, More gorgeous and more beautiful Than any parent portion, And so, I trace within my warring blood The tributary sources, They potently commingle And sweep With new-born forces!
Perspective
Some day I shall be glad that it was mine to be A dark fore-runner of a race burgeoning; I then shall know The secret of life’s Calvary, And bless the thorns That wound me!
When I Rise Up
When I rise above the earth, And look down on the things that fetter me, I beat my wings upon the air, Or tranquil lie, Surge after surge of potent strength Like incense comes to me When I rise up above the earth And look down upon the things that fetter me.
Faith
The faint lose faith When in the tomb their all is laid, And there returns No echoing of weal or woe. The strong hope on, They see the clods close over head, The grass grow green, No word is said, And yet— A little world within the world Are we, Daily our hearts’ high yearnings fade, Are buried! New ones are made— Are crucified! And yet—
We Face the Future
The hour is big with sooth and sign, with errant men at war, While blood of alien, friend, and foe imbues the land afar, And we, with sable faces pent, move with the vanguard line, Shod with a faith that Springtime keeps, and all the stars opine.
Soldier
Though I should weep until the judgment, How would it serve— Brave men are fighting, women speed them, ’Tis a day Of crucial conflict! My son, sometimes it seems I’d rather hold You safe beneath my heart Than send you forth! But lo! The sun is red and weaker children go! Though I should weep until the judgment, How would it serve! I’ll close my eyes and smile, O Son of Mine, Your cause is kingly! Step proud and confident, worthy your mother; Be firm and brave, O Son of Mine, be strong, For terror waxeth, Speed swift away, Though I should weep until the judgment …
Homing Braves
There’s music in the measured tread Of those returning from the dead Like scattered flowers from a plain So lately crimson, with the slain.
No more the sound of shuffled feet Shall mark the poltroon on the street, Nor shifting, sodden, downcast eye Reveal the man afraid to die.
They shall have paid full, utterly The price of peace across the sea, When, with uplifted glance, they come To claim a kindly welcome home.
Nor shall the old-time daedal sting Of prejudice, their manhood wing, Nor heights, nor depths, nor living streams Stand in the pathway of their dreams!
Taps
They are embosomed in the sod, In still and tranquil leisure, Their lives they’ve cast like trifles down, To serve their country’s pleasure.
Nor bugle call, nor mother’s voice, Nor moody mob’s unreason, Shall break their solace and repose Through swiftly changing season.
O graves of men who lived and died Afar from life’s high pleasures, Fold them in tenderly and warm With manifold fond measures.
Peace
Peace on a thousand hills and dales, Peace in the hearts of men While kindliness reclaims the soil Where bitterness has been.
The night of strife is drifting past, The storm of shell has ceased, Disrupted is the cordon fell, Sweet charity released.
Forth from the shadow, swift we come Wrought in the flame together, All men as one beneath the sun In brotherhood forever.
Question
Where are the brave men, where are the strong men? Pygmies rise And spawn the earth. Weak-kneed, weak-hearted, and afraid, Afraid to face the counsel of their timid hearts, Afraid to look men squarely, Down they gaze— With fatal fascination Down, down— Into the whirling maggot sands Of prejudice.
The Initiate
The woes of flesh are naught To one who knows The agony of soul! ’Twere but the thud of wind and rain Upon the roof. The woes of flesh are naught To one who knows!
Bondage
Many cages round me, Bar on bar Stand grim, forbidding! Ghostly pressures Clutch my heart. I gaze with eyes unseeing— Whereunto may I wander free? Alas, alas! My garden walks lie inwardly!
Resolution
With but one life full certified, And that of every gleam denied My portion, Close to the unrelenting sod, E’en as my fathers dumbly trod, I’ve slumbered; But now a surging, wild unrest Uproots the poppies from my breast, My soul awake, erect! anew! I stand and face the star-swept blue, And swear to make my dreams come true!
Eclipse
Aflounder the uncompassed darkness of doubt In search of the path to the goal That lies at the end of our transient day, The ultimate bourne of the soul; I grasp into nothingness, feebly essay To clasp but a willow, a stone, And grope through the stepless, unechoing gloom Unanswered, unsuccored, alone!
Why
The verdure sleeps in winter, Awakes with April rain, The sun swings low—’tis night—ascends, And lo! ’tis morn again: The world spins on triumphant Across a trackless sky, And man seeks evermore in vain The primal reason why.
O whither are we rushing? And wherefrom were we torn? We breathe from out the silences, And breathless, back are borne.
Deep in the soul are voices Returning this reply: It took a God to make us, Only God can answer why!
Husks
Forever and forevermore, Across the heights, the deeps, Spurred by an ever-flaming zeal That slumbers not, nor sleeps— We chase the furtive form of fame Beyond the edge of dusk, To bear within our arms at length, An empty mocking, husk!
The Watcher
The long, grim years with iron tread Move down the shuttered isle Of time’s unrecking labyrinth Paved with forgotten dead.
And I, a feather in their wake, Gaze long and tremblingly Into these sunless corridors, Praying the light to break!
The Vanished Road
We’re wending the trail of the vanishing road, With a song and a shout, just to lighten the load, That lies in the heart, filled with queries and cares, For never a traveler knows where he fares.
But on with a jest, and rollicksome cheer, With laughter that leaps, as a veil, for the tear; The world’s weary caravan