TAKE HEART ALL day the stormy wind has blown This is the summer's burial-time: She died when dropped the earliest leaves; And, cold upon her rosy prime, Fell direful autumn's frosty rime; For well I know o'er sunny seas O thou, by winds of grief o'erblown, Edna Dean Proctor. THE MAKING OF MAN As the insect from the rock SEA-BLOWN Makes itself a perfect form, With the prism's mystic rays, Grief and pain to build their song: Even so for every soul, Whatsoe'er its lot may be, Building, as the heavens roll, Something large and strong and free, Things that hurt and things that mar Shape the man for perfect praise; Shock and strain and ruin are Friendlier than the smiling days. 181 John White Chadwick. BYRON IN men whom men condemn as ill Between the two, where God has not. SEA-BLOWN Joaquin Miller. Ah! there be souls none understand; In unknown seas that none shall know, Call these not fools, the test of worth They touch on fairer shores than this. Joaquin Miller. COLUMBUS BEHIND him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; The good mate said: "Now must we pray, Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?" "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said, THE YUKON "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say" He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, A light! a light! a light! a light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!" 183 Joaquin Miller. THE YUKON THE moon resumed all heaven now, She bared her full white breast, she dared The sun e'er show his face again. She seemed to know no change, she kept Nor turned aside a breath, nor spared How loud the silence! Oh, how loud! The moon blares as mad trumpets blare Beware white silence more than white! Beware the five-horned starry rune; Beware the groaning gorge below; Beware the wide, white world of snow, Where trees hang white as hooded nun No thing not white, not one, not one! But most beware that mad white moon. All day, all day, all night, all night |