WE TWO. E two make home of any place we go; WTM We two find joy in any kind of weather; Or if the earth is clothed in bloom or snow, If summer days invite, or bleak winds blow, What matters it if we two are together? We two, we two, we make our world, our weather. We two make banquets of the plainest fare; In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure; For us life always moves with lilting measure; We two find youth renewed with every dawn; Each day holds something of an unknown glory. We waste no thought on grief or pleasure gone; Tricked out like hope, time leads us on and on, And thrums upon his harp new song or story. We two make heaven here on this little earth; Our paths lead closely by the paths supernal; THE POET'S THEME. "What is the explanation of the strange silence WHY HY should the poet of these pregnant times To laud and eulogize the trade which thrives Man was a fighting beast when earth was young 'Twixt might and might the equal contest lay; Not so the battles of our modern day. Too often now the conquering hero struts Success no longer rests on skill or fate Of old men fought and deemed it right and just. And in his secret soul feels shame because Or triumphs of one hero (though he be The rights of many-not the worth of one- The awful opulence, and awful need- The soul of man replete with God's own force, Are there not better themes in this great age For pen of poet, or for voice of sage Than those old tales of killing? Song is dumb Only that greater song in time may come. When comes the bard, he whom the world waits for, He will not sing of War. L LOVE IS ALL! ET Labor boldly walk abroad And take its place with kings, For who has labored more than God, The time has come, aye, even now it is, To rank that parable in Genesis Of God's great curse of labor placed on man, Who most achieves is most like God, I hold; Not for the hardened toiler with the hoe One sorrow only in God's world has birth— Down through the chaos of our human laws That man is king who knows that love is God. |