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THE VOICE OF MIZRAIM 
 
THE VOICE OF MIZRAIM 
 
 BY 
 
 JOHN WALTER PAISLEY 
 
 New York and Washington 
 
 THE NEALE PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
 1907 
 
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 Copyright, 1907, by 
 THE NEALE PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
PREFACE 
 
 The same God who made man in His image 
 made known His severe disapproval of any 
 attempts to mar or degrade that image, whether 
 the influence which brings this to pass is without 
 or within. He told man to look up and toil; to 
 put out his spiritual, moral and mental powers to 
 usury, for in so doing he would lift up himself, 
 constrain his fellows to righteousness and in the 
 end receive the reward of glory. 
 
 Whether this is done or not it lies within the 
 man. There may be great pressure from without, 
 but it cannot overcome till the inner man yields. 
 God never makes a man without purpose and he 
 must hold to that purpose to accomplish most. 
 He must not surrender up his individuality only 
 insomuch as it tends toward evil. He must place 
 his ideal high and lofty and work to it. Every 
 man who has reached the front rank has had his 
 ideal whether it was physical, moral or mental — 
 whether it manifested itself by his conquests of 
 arms, his conquests of virtue or his conquests of 
 intellect. Those without may say, "You should 
 not seek such a high ideal, you should not try to 
 see so much; your horizon is too narrow, your 
 vision is foreshortened," but his very soul feels 
 the heaven-born inspiration which forces him to 
 perform his task, although it seems small, with 
 
an enthusiasm that knows not defeat — it must be 
 known that he has lived and wrought; erelong 
 some ear will listen. 
 
 His highest and Godliest service is to help his 
 fellowman by helping the oppressed to lift up his 
 head, do Godly deeds, think noble thoughts, to 
 love those who persecute and calumniate him ; to 
 help the oppressor to see his error, repent of it 
 and to refrain from committing it again. There 
 is nothing greater nor will aught else hasten the 
 ''kingdom" on earth. 
 
 I am not in the frame of mind that the prophet 
 was when he exclaimed, "Oh, that my head were 
 waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears," 
 although the conditions may be similar, I am 
 hopeful. If I should give my people any advice, 
 it would be : Look to God, Ethiopia, look to God ; 
 stretch forth your hand to Him, but let it be full 
 of toilsome righteousness. 
 
 I do not remember the history of any people 
 who have been so maligned, oppressed, ill-treated, 
 misrepresented as the Ethiopians in America who 
 have not resorted to desperate measures when the 
 least opportunity was afforded them. But the 
 black man in America rightly smiles in the face 
 of these. He gives patience for oppression, pa- 
 triotism for denial of citizenship, labor for the 
 paltry sustenance of body, and snatches success, 
 progress and civilization from the grim paw of 
 prejudice. 
 
 A cheerful, patient, toiling, moral, Godly peo- 
 ple cannot be suppressed forever. Its ideal, like 
 the individual's ideal, must be high, for a race is 
 but an aggregation of individuals. 
 
For a purpose was I born into the world — all 
 else will fail. His purpose in me is to lift up my 
 people by precept and example, to vindicate and 
 encourage them, to call them to a nobler man- 
 hood and womanhood, to demand a more humane 
 treatment for them. I begin here to set forth that 
 purpose. This is not a sectional plea. It is hoped 
 that this will help to secure them justice in every 
 realm, whether in Africa, Australia or on the free 
 soil of America. 
 
 J. Walter Paisley. 
 
 Raleigh, N. C. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 The Voice of Mizraim 13 
 
 Faith 18 
 
 The Way of the Cross 19 
 
 The Appeal of the African 20 
 
 Emancipation Ode 22 
 
 The Yoke : 27 
 
 No Tie But Love -- - 29 
 
 Life by Death 30 
 
 The Way 32 
 
 The Song of the Ballot 34 
 
 To Imae 36 
 
 The Revolt of Age 38 
 
 To a Willow 40 
 
 Sonnet: The Hero 42 
 
 The Angelus 43 
 
 Still With Thee 46 
 
 Golgotha 47 
 
 Canaan to His Mother 50 
 
 Visitation ..-.. 54 
 
 Invocation 58 
 
 Humanity's Cry '. 59 
 
 The Magic Stone 60 
 
 The New Civilization 62 
 
 The Youth and the Crystal Maid 65 
 
 Heracles ^2 
 
 The New North State no 
 
On Diamond Shoals 112 
 
 The Seed 1 14 
 
 America for Thee and Me 116 
 
 My Desire 1 18 
 
 A Fourth-Day Ode 119 
 
 Farewell, Sweet Day 121 
 
THE VOICE OF MIZRAIM 
 
THE VOICE OF MIZRAIM. 
 
 Lo out of Egypt doth a voice cair forth 
 Unto the Heavens for its righteous aid, 
 
 Unto mankind whom Justice, noble worth 
 Still actuate, nor leave them half afraid. 
 
 Gross darkness once enveiled my swarthy face, 
 Caused me to stumble, yea a thousand times ; 
 
 Deep were my wounds and every manly grace 
 Was hidden from me in those heartless times. 
 
 Long was the night and hideous was the scene ; 
 
 Not dreams, but stern realities of woe ; 
 Indeed the nations heaped on me their spleen 
 
 And bade me onward with their burdens go. 
 
 But in the depths of night I stumbled on, 
 Beseeching God above to give me aid ; 
 
 Yea, I believed that He was looking on, 
 That he watched o'er the creature He had 
 made. 
 
 Vaguely His promises first came to me, 
 And yet I felt in them eternal charm : 
 
 They said, "Thou shalt live in the great To Be, 
 Though now thou dost toil like the aimless 
 worm." 
 
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Then I three empires on my shoulders bore 
 Without their love and dared not make com- 
 plaint ; 
 
 It seemed that I was doomed thus evermore — 
 How oft my flesh and spirit felt so faint. 
 
 Amidst the storm the veil of night was lifted ; 
 
 No more shall that fell curse turn me awry : 
 But now, this hour, I want a matter sifted, 
 
 I want the strength of truth to testify. 
 
 They say I am the Brute, the Burden-Bearer, 
 Because the God of Heaven made me so ; 
 
 That I have never come to man's endeavor. 
 Nor helped the tide of civilization flow. 
 
 They say that race on race, age after age 
 
 Have scorned me and have wreaked on me 
 their will. 
 
 That my events are written on blank page. 
 That I with ignorance must ever dwell. 
 
 I shall not see the glorious things of earth — 
 So rant the senile dreamers of the day. 
 
 They think not that such words of evil birth 
 Will, like the breath that spoke them, pass 
 away. 
 
 They wist not that in ages past I ruled 
 
 And swayed the scepter with a mighty hand 
 
 Where Moses for his leadership was schooled ; 
 Too Babylon, Phoenice were my land. 
 
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I know that there are some fixed verities 
 
 Which man cannot undo nor change their 
 course. 
 
 He often changes them in his own fancies 
 But they move on with unabated force. 
 
 Mark me, a slave, who chained by customs, laws, 
 Dispirited to make my bondage sure, 
 
 Could not lift up my voice in my own cause, 
 Could but be silent and my pangs endure. 
 
 God put upon the commons men of fire. 
 
 Who spent their strength to wage this humane 
 fight; 
 
 No compromises satisfied their ire, 
 
 Nor rested they until 'twas settled right. 
 
 Still He is God, still is my advocate. 
 His eyes are in the earth, yea over all; 
 
 I will not now His gracious ways forsake, 
 But trust His providence and on Him call. 
 
 He lets each race come on the stage of time 
 Enrobed in wealth and power for its role; 
 
 It must act as His virtues may incline — 
 On scenes of vice He lets the curtain fall. 
 
 Oh thrones, dominions, masters of the hour, 
 Why ever vent on me debarring hate ? 
 
 Does not my virtue which you will deflour, 
 My burning frame, your passions satiate ? 
 
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Are these the due processes of your laws, 
 Are these the glorious record that you boast? 
 
 'Tis time that Reason should make Madness 
 pause ; 
 'Tis time that Justice rule the violent host. 
 
 'Tis true that I have life, but 'tis half death, 
 
 For I am pricked and scourged by malice oft — 
 
 Vain babblings and a waste of precious breath, 
 For Virtues, Merit erelong conquer craft. 
 
 Try not to shape me to your whim or will, 
 Let me build on the virtue in my soul ; 
 
 My Maker gave me some task to fulfill. 
 You know it not nor can my fate control. 
 
 Soon will your vaporings be no longer heard, 
 And your life-strivings will be in the past: 
 
 Why cause your son to curse your deed, your 
 word. 
 And spend his Hfe undoing it at last? 
 
 Yea, justice is the empire's corner-stone. 
 Love is the sinew with which she must build. 
 
 Peace is her strength, so truly tried and known ; 
 On these she stands whate'er her foes have 
 willed. 
 
 The pow'r of man is but a simple trust 
 Which the Omnipotent doth delegate. 
 
 And when this pow'r is used for malice, lust, 
 Man wakes some morn bereft of pow'r and 
 state. 
 
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I will strive for a cultivated brain, 
 
 Within the march of progress take my place; 
 I'm not the shard of all the ages' train, 
 
 Nor I the embers of a dying race. 
 
 I will design my temple for His dwelling 
 
 And build it up just as His mind has planned. 
 
 Then He'll with me abide, His message telling 
 To me ; He then will lift me by His hand. 
 
 Lord haste the day when Mercy, Justice, Truth, 
 Shall make their dwellings in the souls of man, 
 
 Then shall one virtuous shelter cover both 
 The mighty Lion and the peaceful Lamb. 
 
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FAITH. 
 
 Drear howling cannot lift 
 
 The man one round, 
 It cannot make the beam-rift 
 
 That lights the ground. 
 
 Oh shun the rock on which the faith 
 
 Of man is wrecked, 
 That leaves him stranded in the path 
 
 Of storms unchecked. 
 
 Faith brings me visions of the To Be, 
 
 What I may reach, 
 And makes for toil a greater plea 
 
 Than all our speech. 
 
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THE WAY OF THE CROSS. 
 
 The martyred have not brought to thee 
 
 The deeper love and larger light, 
 The freedom and liberty 
 
 Out of the long, deep night, 
 To rid thee of thy cross. 
 
 As their flesh perished for the truth 
 And vital principle, 
 
 So must we daily crucify 
 All in us mean, ignoble. 
 
 The way to glory, purity, 
 Is but the way of the cross. 
 
 Thou canst not now lay down the burden 
 That presses thee, 
 
 And receive a paltry guerdon 
 While a greater not far can be. 
 
 Why standest thou there despondent, idle, 
 Considering loss? 
 
 If upward thou wouldst go to glory. 
 Thou must shoulder and carry the cross. 
 
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THE APPEAL OF AN AFRICAN. 
 
 God of all the fleeting ages, 
 God of every race and clime, 
 Unto whom our fathers cried 
 In the days of hard oppression, 
 Who seemed sleeping, yet was near; 
 Lend an ear to the confession 
 Of their sons with humbled pride. 
 For our hearts are filled with fear 
 And around a tempest rages, 
 But we trust the way is thine. 
 
 Have we wandered from thy precepts : 
 Have we wandered from thy virtue: 
 Have we wandered from thy glory : 
 Have we wandered from thy favor? 
 Is that why the nations tread us : 
 Is that why our leaders waver: 
 Is that why our path is gory: 
 Is that why our path is parlous? 
 To what country must our footsteps 
 Turn, but this: whate'er we do? 
 
 Teach we're not the forlorn pariah 
 Of the cursed children's seed ; 
 Not the terror of virtuous women ; 
 Not the menace to polity 
 That our enemies have said. 
 
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We are men : what slaves would be : 
 We have dared make a beginning; 
 Let the dead past bury its dead ; 
 Though we bear the woes of Marah, 
 Still we follow this day's creed. 
 
 All we plead for is the charity 
 That a Christian heart can give, 
 And that mind may block no pathway 
 That leads upward to the light. 
 What has made all people noble, 
 What has armed them for life's fight, 
 What has pointed them the highway. 
 We but ask for in our struggle. 
 Make no world-wide disparity: 
 Deal not death when we should live. 
 
 Justice is enthroned above 
 
 Self-willed clamors of the rabble. 
 
 Nor asks she, ''Who is the man?" 
 
 Ere she weighs to him his merit, 
 
 Though she's blind, she knows the balance 
 
 Will be true, whoe'er it hurts. 
 
 Thus, she puts all under ban ; 
 
 Gives the mightiest judge his parlance. 
 
 Makes him firm even unto love. 
 
 Too, she doth exalt a people. 
 
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EMANCIPATION ODE. 
 
 To thee, O Lord of hosts, 
 Do we pour out our hearts 
 In thankfulness and praise 
 On this our natal day, 
 For thou didst burst the bonds 
 Which held four million souls 
 In servitude and gave them back 
 To liberty and life. 
 
 II. 
 
 Six times two score of years 
 
 Were we in that thrice-heated crucible ; 
 
 There mingled toil and blood and prayer 
 
 And forlorn hope and fawning fear. 
 
 Naught could our strength or lips avail 
 
 Against the oppressor's will. 
 
 But thou didst raise up men 
 
 With souls of steel and tongues of fire 
 
 Whose words went forth as two-edged, fiery 
 
 swords 
 Dividing brothers, dividing father and son. 
 Till, in the mighty conflict. 
 Millions of treasure and seas of blood 
 Were paid as thou didst say. 
 Direful and awful was the scene ; but all 
 The tragedies of civilization are dear. 
 
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 Then, since to us 
 
 Thou hast vouchsafed this boon, 
 
 What manner must be the man; 
 
 What his attainments, what his mind, his will; 
 
 What thou dost look for from this new-born 
 
 race? 
 As over the deeds of other races we look, 
 And see what little measure they came from. 
 How they have toiled, where failed, where won, 
 We can make better judgment of our own. 
 *We must be men of hope. 
 If we have lost our path-lamp hope, 
 We are not fit for progress. 
 We stumble oft, oft leave the path. 
 And oft our courage fail ; 
 We cannot lift ourselves toward heaven , 
 
 Where the conquerors' lives are lived 
 In spite of the earthy weights that cling, 
 In spite of the law-mills' endless grist 
 Of humiliation and shame. 
 Hope is the star in the depths of night, 
 When the path is almost lost, 
 Which shoots its ray with effulgence bright 
 And gives the despairer cheer. 
 
 IV. 
 
 We must be men of toil. 
 The sceptered hand of kings 
 Who are conscious of their power 
 D<D€S not excel the laboring hand 
 That digs from Nature's store 
 
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Whate'er the human race may need, 
 
 Or who with mind attuned 
 
 To flower or bird or star 
 
 Brings forth some Hght unto us, 
 
 Pays for his lease on life. 
 
 By word and deed the exalted Christ 
 
 Taught men its dignity ; 
 
 And through it we shall enter the gate 
 
 Of Paradise again. 
 
 V. 
 
 We must be men to lay 
 
 Aside a Httle store 
 
 Which will remove from want, 
 
 And not to say within ourselves 
 
 We must not store our goods away. 
 
 Tomorrow we may die; 
 
 We must enjoy ourselves today. 
 
 Tomorrow we may die; 
 
 Then friends and relatives of us bereft 
 
 Will fight and quarrel o'er what we left. 
 
 For in this day when the golden calf 
 
 Is the Mecca of faith and power, 
 
 Let a toiler bow and he Hfts himself 
 
 To the best seats earth can give. 
 
 VI. 
 
 We must be men of choice, 
 Who choose the pure, the good, 
 Those who conform their lives 
 To that blest light of heaven. 
 And put them in the van : 
 
For if 'tis known that virtue's prized 
 And virtue alone may win, 
 And virtue only may exalt, 
 Then virtue will prevail. 
 To rise we seek those things 
 Which men put premium on. 
 
 VII. 
 
 We must be men of thought. 
 
 Where'er great deeds are done, 
 
 Where'er great battles must be won. 
 
 The thoughtful man is there supreme; 
 
 He must be heard and seen and felt, 
 
 He must be followed, must be praised, 
 
 Whate'er his name may be. 
 
 We must be men of worth. 
 
 Whose lives increase in power and strength 
 
 Like to a mighty river. 
 
 For all the world respects the man 
 
 Whose life points ever true. 
 
 We must be Christ-like men ; 
 
 Like unto thee, O God : 
 
 Without thy likeness naught are we ; 
 
 The clay is dumb and cold. 
 
 On thee its kinship has no claim. 
 
 As we stretch forth our hands to thee. 
 
 Help us to fill them with good works. 
 
 And build a stately race. 
 
 One that shall reach its own 
 
 In honor, power, authority. 
 
 For we were placed by thee 
 
 Within this mighty state 
 
 To help work out its destiny 
 
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In working out our own. 
 
 Thou dost dethrone, thou dost exalt 
 
 Who knows but that thou'lt choose 
 
 This lowly race as thine, 
 
 To give the regal seat 
 
 In thine own time and way. 
 
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THE YOKE. 
 
 Each day brings some new task, 
 
 Each year brings some new dream, 
 
 Each age brings some new yoke 
 
 To fasten on the little man. 
 
 Which he must bear and toil and murmur not. 
 
 Sometimes it galls his neck. 
 
 Sometimes it bends his back, . 
 
 But worse, it grinds his soul 
 
 Till it can scarcely know its power, 
 
 Yet he must bear and toil and murmur not. 
 
 They say I've born the yoke 
 
 Through all the ages past : 
 
 They say I've been the drudge 
 
 Of every race in every clime. 
 
 And still must bear and toil and murmur not. 
 
 True, I have borne all ills 
 
 That malice can invent. 
 
 And I have often passed 
 
 'Neath Humiliation's discontent. 
 
 And still must bear and toil and murmur not. 
 
 My very soul revolts 
 
 'Gainst Malice and her clan — 
 
 Give me a freedman's chance 
 
 Such as you give to foreigners 
 
 And I will bear and toil and murmur not. 
 
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How is it I am banned. 
 
 Maligned, abused, reviled. 
 
 And rated with no gain 
 
 By every race in every clime. 
 
 And still must bear and toil and murmur not? 
 
 I am not spiritless, 
 
 I have that image Divine : 
 
 I am not passionless, 
 
 For I have still the human side, 
 
 And still must bear and toil and murmur not. 
 
 This life was given me 
 
 To ennoble, glorify; 
 
 To take each talent given 
 
 And put it out to usury, 
 
 So at his coming all shall be well done. 
 
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NO TIE BUT LOVE. 
 
 There's no true tie but love ; 
 
 'Tis only when each heart is full of love 
 
 For every other heart that evil strife will cease, 
 
 And there will be sweet peace. 
 
 There's no true tie but love, 
 
 That love which proves itself through all the 
 
 years, 
 That love which may be traced in every deed and 
 
 word — 
 Such love will make concord. 
 
 'Tis true that love gives strength ; 
 Without it life is like the fruit that grows 
 Upon the Dead Sea's shore — it gives but bitter- 
 ness 
 To those whom it should bless. 
 
 Life-ties are made of love : 
 
 It is the golden thread that runs through all 
 
 The line of friendship, 'tis the bond of wedded 
 
 life, 
 The Christian's hope in strife. 
 
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LIFE BY DEATH. 
 
 Howe'er ephemeral its day, 
 
 Let each dear Hfe resolve 
 
 To build on old decay 
 
 A kingdom and a throne. 
 
 It once was true 
 
 That death could oft endue 
 
 My soul with terrors, fears; 
 
 Yes, joyless I recount 
 
 The sighs and ardent tears 
 
 That burst forth from the fount 
 
 Of my soul in its strife ; 
 
 But they have passed — long passed, 
 
 Andjcnowledge hath outgrown their reach. 
 
 And 'yet I am oppressed. 
 
 Always till I beseech 
 
 His love to guide my life. 
 
 Then I am quickened — then 
 
 That Godly Image tells 
 
 That He within me dwells. 
 
 And fits me for His toil. 
 
 Then tell me not that death 
 
 Shall conquer me. He hath 
 
 A partial victory. 
 
 Although his sad knells toll 
 
 And make my thoughts awake, 
 
 He cannot break 
 
 The halcyon of my soul. 
 
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Nor bind it with decay. 
 
 Nor can man touch my soul 
 
 Nor bend it to his will ; 
 
 He may vex it with grief 
 
 But it will look up still. 
 
 'Tis deeds that make the man, 
 
 'Tis doing noble deeds 
 
 That lifts one man above 
 
 His fellows, their vile creeds. 
 
 Each hidden, fenny way 
 
 Grows richer with the dust 
 
 Of generations — 
 
 No soul doth linger there. 
 
 He cannot trust 
 
 His workmanship so fair 
 
 To Nature's interpretations, 
 
 As each departing day 
 
 Speeds onward bringing rest 
 
 From busy conflicts past. 
 
 And joy when morn doth rise; 
 
 So shall death pass away, 
 
 And then my soul, renewed, will praise 
 
 My great Deliverer's name ; 
 
 Through grief and death I shall pass on to glory 
 
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THE WAY. 
 
 Oh give me a kindly hand 
 
 When I am pressed ; 
 'Tis more than wealth or land 
 
 Or all possessed. 
 
 Oh give me a loving word 
 
 When all is dark, 
 When the depths of my soul are stirred 
 
 Like a beaten bark. 
 
 All flesh is born of God ; 
 
 Regard it such, 
 And when thy tongue would prod 
 
 Thine own faults touch. 
 
 Hours, days, years have I wandered. 
 
 Few ventured a smile ; 
 One Voice with eloquence whispered, 
 
 ''Wait awhile." 
 
 I'm not born of despair. 
 
 My strength is hope ; 
 'Neath the veil of doubt and fear 
 
 I onward grope. 
 
 God rules the universe, 
 
 And he is just; 
 Though clouds do not disperse ; 
 
 Believe I must. 
 
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For clouds are doomed to fall, 
 
 Darkness to end; 
 And blessings attend them all : 
 
 Each is a friend. 
 
 Ethiopia, look above, 
 Him trust and know ; 
 
 Thy problems He will solve ; 
 His age moves slow. 
 
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THE SONG OF THE BALLOT. 
 
 How full of wondrous might am I 
 
 In the undertakings of mankind : 
 No depths too low, no heights too high, 
 
 For me to send a master mind. 
 
 When thwarted are my hope and aim. 
 
 To desperation I resort; 
 Then if a thousand must be slain, 
 
 I push them through death's open gate. 
 
 I have disrobed the Ethiop ; 
 
 Each year have filched a Saxon right : 
 Both, smit with my oppression, grope, 
 
 And pray that they receive their sight. 
 
 The depths are known, the heights are known. 
 
 My ancient rule is manifest ; 
 A peasant crowned, a king dethroned. 
 
 But mark the march of my conquest. 
 
 The sane, the wise, the free, the brave, 
 Who value friend and home and life, 
 
 Surrender me not, Fve power to save. 
 When rights are crushed amid the strife 
 
 Deep in each heart a longing lies 
 
 For strength to make himself supreme, 
 
 And when some one his hope defies. 
 
 Through me he finds a shameless scheme. 
 
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But let the peasant be a seer, 
 
 Beyond the reach of craft and hate ; 
 
 Then autocrats will have a peer 
 
 That will have justice or their pate. 
 
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TO IMAE. 
 
 O maid so tender, fair, 
 O maid with ringlet hair, 
 Thou art a spotless flower, 
 Unfolding beauty each hour, 
 As days around thee grow. 
 
 Maid, what of care hast thou? 
 What will thy heart avow. 
 When freedom has an end. 
 And thou canst not defend 
 Thyself, besieged by love? 
 
 Wilt thou with listless smiles, 
 Wilt thou with wanton wiles 
 Conceal that hidden fire 
 That fills the Self entire, 
 Or wilt thou it betray? 
 
 O maid list, Wouldst thou know? 
 The whispers of love are low, 
 They creep into the ear. 
 When thou art unaware. 
 Like some soft summer dream. 
 
 O maid, so tender, fair, 
 O maid with ringlet hair, 
 What will life bring to thee. 
 From its eternity. 
 As its depths to thee reveal ? 
 
A curl, a joy, a sigh. 
 And love that cannot die, 
 Will each thy being share, 
 For glory and not despair 
 Hast thou been born. 
 
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. THE REVOLT OF AGE. 
 
 How years creep by and leave on us their trail! 
 Through childhood, youth and prime of life, we 
 
 fail 
 To note them, but our souls turn to the sun 
 Of hope and for its fantom glories run. 
 Once I was young and heaven filled my soul 
 With deep-born longings for a higher goal ; 
 For habitation with the chosen few. 
 The growing strife I sought, for well I knew 
 That sloth was hostile to accomplishments, 
 But toil and skill were righteous instruments. 
 'Tis of this endless contest life is made. 
 Whether the end is wrought out or essayed. 
 Life mirrored all its beauty and its charm. 
 Nor from these vague beginnings came alarm ; 
 But howe'er high the summit of Hfe's hill. 
 Beneath it lies the vale, so deep, so still. 
 Now I am old and wear a silver crown ; 
 My muscles tremble 'neath the lightest gown ; 
 The very vine that climbs above my door 
 But mocks me, for its youth is ever more. 
 I am enfeebled with the weight of years 
 And every sparrow's chirp a burden bears; 
 Fm stolid, deaf, Fm dumb and dispossessed; 
 Fm stricken, cast down and I cannot rest. 
 Is there no healing fount which will restore 
 To me my life and vigor evermore? 
 
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Come back, ye happy hours I once enjoyed: 
 
 When first my natal star came from the void ; 
 
 First learned the civic virtues of the home 
 
 That always cling wherever we may roam. 
 
 Is age the Nemesis, reproach of youth 
 
 That visits those who barter worth and truth? 
 
 My soul in sullen silence of its rage 
 
 Will rid me of the handicap of age. 
 
 I will efface thy marks, relentless Time ; 
 
 Again a Titan intellect be mine ; 
 
 I will uncrease my brow and lift my form 
 
 And look the ruling deity of storm. 
 
 Nay, nay, the daring verdict of mankind 
 
 Will say these ravings show a senile mind. 
 
 Nay, nay, the requiem of ambition 's sung, 
 
 The knell of all my cherished hopes is rung. 
 
 Creeds with their fenny maze are naught to me, 
 
 They are the henbane of man's charity. 
 
 For aught I care fine tower, minaret, spire, 
 
 May crumble, tumble into mud and mire. 
 
 Give me a youthful soul that's filled with God 
 
 And I will mankind serve without applaud. 
 
 O Wisdom, that comes but with rigid years ; 
 
 O Wisdom, that oft dwells in doubts and fears : 
 
 Show not that I have spent in idle strife 
 
 The moments of the golden part of life. 
 
 Once more return youth's vigor and man's power, 
 
 If but for one blest day but one short hour. 
 
 For I am buried from the world's full view, 
 
 And I must sit and sigh while others do. 
 
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TO A WILLOW. 
 
 Thou drooping, lonely willow, 
 Bowed by the little brook; 
 
 Pray, why dost thou allow 
 Thyself so sad to look? 
 
 Day after day the Morning 
 Wakes up refreshed with rest, 
 
 But never in its dawning 
 Dost thou seem by it blest. 
 
 Nor when the spring reclothes thee 
 
 Dost thou look very glad, 
 But in thy sober beauty 
 
 Seems something very sad. 
 
 Nor even in the autumn 
 When all of Nature smiles, 
 
 Wilt thou throw off thy burden, 
 But simply changest styles. 
 
 The dreams of pleasant summer 
 Bring thee their joyous scenes. 
 
 And every little hummer 
 
 To his heart's pleasure leans. 
 
 The brooklets glide with laughter 
 And fall o'er stones with song — 
 
 Wilt thou be joy hereafter. 
 Thou hast been sad so long? 
 
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To man thou hast taught weeping, 
 And he has followed fast; 
 
 And he is ever reaping 
 
 The fields of his gloomy past. 
 
 I'll follow not thy teaching, 
 
 Nor thy companion be; 
 For I am ever reaching 
 
 For the best that earth gives me. 
 
SONNET: THE HERO. 
 
 'Tis pressing duty done that gives him birth; 
 He faces problems with that fortitude 
 That doth surprise the thoughtless multitude : 
 'Tis in the hour that some great deed for earth 
 Demands a man of courage, valor, worth. 
 Whose spirit is with simple faith imbued, 
 Who thinks of furthering his brother's good, 
 That he in his full stature hastens forth. 
 Helmet and lance cannot his conquest stay, 
 Nor was his course by destiny foretold, 
 For he had vowed to combat and to sway 
 With greater zeal than did the knights of old ; 
 His sudden flood-tide bears not him away, 
 He sees his cares increasing seven-fold. 
 
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THE ANGELUS. 
 
 The twilight shades were falling 
 On good Saint Patrick's Tower, 
 
 As the great bell's notes were calling 
 Unto prayer. 
 
 Down from that antique belfry 
 The sexton came when done, 
 
 And knelt before the altar 
 All alone. 
 
 Ah ! there his soul could utter 
 
 Its secret and its pain ; 
 Commune as with no other 
 
 There again. 
 
 There spirit unto spirit 
 
 In quietness could speak : 
 For through another's merit 
 
 He must seek. 
 
 Reclaim the ancient favor. 
 
 The fire and the arm 
 Of his compassioned Saviour 
 
 For his own. 
 
 "Ave Maria, Blessed Virgin, 
 
 Present a sinner's plea; 
 My soul with thirsty longing 
 
 Looks to thee. 
 
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"Thou, veiled in heavenly glory 
 
 Upon thy throne of light, 
 Know'st well the toilers' story, 
 
 Day and night. 
 
 "Know'st well the fleshly tempter 
 
 Who runneth to and fro : 
 Deliver, Holy Mother, 
 
 Ere I go." 
 
 O'er and o'er his rosary 
 
 With fervid lips he told, 
 Through each succeeding mystery. 
 
 As night grew old. 
 
 He, there in deep contrition, 
 Marks not the speeding hour, 
 
 Concenters in his mission 
 And its power. 
 
 Kneels till the voiceless darkness 
 
 Mellows to ashen dawn, 
 Then feels in its completeness 
 
 Life new-born. 
 
 With heart attuned to praises 
 
 He from the altar goes. 
 Again to walk life's mazes 
 
 Whate'er oppose. 
 
 That olden creed shall perish. 
 Shall die with the centuries, 
 
 And the nations shall find and cherish 
 His verities. 
 
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For God hath sent his people 
 The precepts of His Word ; 
 
 In this each sees his title 
 To new priesthood. 
 
 No confessor atones for mortals, 
 Nor mediates for mankind, 
 
 Nor brings from the cursed portals 
 Souls confined. 
 
 Who come must reach the Father 
 
 By merit of His Son, 
 Or else his loving favor 
 
 Is not won. 
 
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STILL WITH THEE. 
 
 Still with Thee, Oh my Savior, 
 Still with my hand in Thine; 
 
 I walk the pilgrims' pathway, 
 It is the way sublime. 
 
 Still with Thee, Oh my Savior, 
 
 In service I would be. 
 To herald forth thy message 
 
 Till every soul is free. 
 
 Still with Thee, Oh my Savior, 
 
 In simple faith am I, 
 And naught of earth shall move me, 
 
 Although her powers try. 
 
 Still with Thee, Oh my Savior, 
 
 In love, in song, in prayer. 
 And never on the journey 
 
 Must I faint in despair. 
 
 Still with Thee, Oh my Savior, 
 
 As I draw nearer home; 
 Though darkness veils Thee from me, 
 
 I hear Thy voice say, "Come." 
 
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GOLGOTHA. 
 
 AN EASTER POEM. 
 
 The Son of Man doth pray 
 
 In dark Gethsemane, 
 
 He there pours out the fullness of his soul 
 
 In cries of deep distress. 
 
 "O Father, let it pass, 
 
 And yet Thy will doth all my will control." • 
 
 Behold him near at hand, 
 
 The traitor with his band 
 
 Have broken in upon that sacred hour. 
 
 The captains drawing nigh 
 
 Falter when he says, "'Tis I" ; 
 
 They see in him divinity and power. 
 
 Then growing fearless, bold, 
 
 Full armed with hatred old, 
 
 They hasten with him to the high priest bound. 
 
 Deserted and denied ; 
 
 By foes condemned and tried: 
 
 What travail hath the Prince of Heaven found! 
 
 Ere dawn on Zion's hill 
 
 Mad violence is will, 
 
 It clamors, "Let his blood be on our head." 
 
 The governor suavely smiles : 
 
 "The multitude beguiles 
 
 My stricken conscience into this I dread." 
 
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**He ought to die," they say, 
 
 "He's full of blasphemy. 
 
 He wrecks traditions, turns the world awry ; 
 
 He is not Caesar's friend, 
 
 Therefore his rule must end — 
 
 O Father Abraham, hear thy children cry!" 
 
 On him, the Innocent, 
 
 On him, the Savior sent, 
 
 His enemies will all their malice wreak ; 
 
 He strives not to defeat 
 
 Them at the judgment seat, 
 
 But all creation heard that silence speak. 
 
 Now passeth he along 
 
 Amid the jeering throng, 
 
 Upon his shoulder rests a heavy cross. 
 
 Though full of agony 
 
 He bears it patiently; 
 
 His mission must not, must not suffer loss. 
 
 Persistence has assailed, 
 
 Persistence has prevailed — 
 
 The scourge, the cross, the myrrh, the crown of 
 
 thorns. 
 Are symbols of that strife 
 Which out of death brought life ; 
 That Life which all eternity adorns. 
 
 O'er earth doth darkness dwell. 
 
 For on Golgotha's hill 
 
 Dies he for sinners who is guileless, just. 
 
 The High Priest enters in 
 
 And rends the veil within, 
 
 Makes every man a temple and a priest. 
 
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There to that sacred hill 
 My soul doth wander still, 
 For there the battle for mankind was fought. 
 Redeemed with blood are we 
 And by love's power set free ; 
 His blended love and blood these wonderi 
 wrought. 
 
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CANAAN TO HIS MOTHER. 
 
 "The long, dark night is past 
 And day has dawned at last. 
 Mother, clouds still hover near, 
 Seem threatening our whole sphere." 
 
 Mother: 
 "He maketh the clouds His chariot 
 And rideth forth to war ; 
 Son, go beseech His favor." 
 
 He to his chamber goes 
 And there pours out his woes ; 
 The sweeping clouds still lower, 
 The wind with voice and power 
 Fill the air with the bHnding storm. 
 "O mother, the wind doth roar 
 And fill me with alarm." 
 
 Mother: 
 "He walketh upon the wings of the wind 
 And Cometh forth to battle. 
 He speaketh and they obey His voice ; 
 Again before Him fall." 
 
 Silently he kneels and prays, 
 With faith that seems must save, - 
 But deep within his ears 
 
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He the thunder of heaven hears. 
 
 *'0 mother, can He hear my pleading ; 
 
 He seems not my heart yearnings heeding." 
 
 Mother: 
 "He's calhng to His creation, 
 To fulfill His just demand. 
 Ten thousand thousand thunders 
 Can never stun His ears." 
 
 Contritely, humbly, lowly 
 
 He at the altar strives. 
 
 "Wolves creep in the darkness slowly, 
 
 Destroying unlettered lives : 
 
 The mad-flood drives them onward. 
 
 O mother, I still look dawnward 
 
 But see no sign of light. 
 
 Why comes this flood of malice 
 
 Which, like a barbarous onslaught, 
 
 Overwhelms my people with death? 
 
 Forbid it, Almighty God!" 
 
 Mother: 
 "He rebuketh the people, my Canaan, 
 He rebuketh with the thunder voice; 
 For their hands are dyed with blood, 
 But they shall be staid from slaughter, 
 Or the flood shall destroy them wholly ; 
 Still pray — He's the only refuge." 
 
 "Beseems me the cleaving lightning 
 Will pierce my very soul : 
 Mother, are the heavens brightening? 
 Ah, when will the gloom-clouds unroll !" 
 
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Mother: 
 "The lightning, His flaming sword, 
 Doth execute His command. 
 It obeys His very word. 
 Which we may not understand — 
 Call His protection still." 
 
 How heavily was he pressed, 
 
 He could not rise. 
 
 Through the gloom which his soul distressed 
 
 He cast his eyes. 
 
 "O mother, 'tis darker still — 
 
 God thus be Thy will?" 
 
 Mother: 
 "Yield not to despair, my son, thou'lt prevail, 
 He cannot leave thee here. 
 Tis His altar and He must save." 
 
 "Is hope fled? Must I yield?" 
 
 He sinks to faith's humility. 
 
 "Oh the bitterness of mortal life ! 
 
 Why should our only Deity 
 
 Suffer the pains that vex our life ! 
 
 Why not His weapons wield — 
 
 O mother, I see cloud-rifts 
 
 Far off ; there light with darkness shifts !" 
 
 Mother: 
 "Utter the seventh prayer ; 
 A Savior is standing there 
 Awaiting thee to prevail." 
 
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He rallied his waning strength — 
 Around him brake at length 
 Full glory and full light. 
 Blinded with the sudden rays 
 He simply gave forth praise. 
 
 "Thy garment is light, 
 
 my God, most high ; 
 The lightning Thy sword. 
 The cloud Thy chariot, 
 The winds Thy wings. 
 The flood Thy destruction, 
 The thunder Thy voice 
 These to command. 
 When Thou goest to war 
 Naught can withstand Thee, 
 The proud are humbled. 
 The vain are laid low ; 
 
 Ten thousand stumble 
 And never rise : 
 
 1 will trust in Thee — 
 Thou my battles fight. 
 When enemies strike me 
 Innocently 
 
 Twice or thrice. Thou knowest. 
 
 And will avenge ; 
 
 Though my ways are low, 
 
 Thy ways are lofty ; 
 
 Though my thoughts are bestial. 
 
 Thy mind is just." 
 
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VISITATION. 
 
 Upon a shady bank 
 
 Where gurghng waters flowed, 
 A swarthy traveler sank, 
 
 Despairing of his load. 
 
 Above him on a bough 
 
 The prowling night-owl slept ; 
 
 And o'er the water's brow 
 A slender willow wept. 
 
 The honeysuckle climbed, 
 
 Perfuming every breath; 
 The distant church bells chimed. 
 
 And sounded 'cross the heath. 
 
 With doleful voice, said he, 
 
 ''How can I upward go? 
 The nations' faults crush me, 
 
 They strike me blow on blow. 
 
 "O earth, is there a grave 
 
 To rest the troubles in 
 Which mortals here must brave, 
 
 If they would conquer sin?" 
 
 With staring downcast eyes 
 He poured his heart out there. 
 
 He heavenward turned his cries. 
 And heavenward turned his prayer. 
 
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Not such as Israel raved 
 
 On CarmeFs fertile hill, 
 Nor Magus when he craved 
 
 Heaven's power to do his will. 
 
 Nor did he strive to prove 
 
 That he was just and free, 
 But humbly lisped in love, 
 
 In faith, sincerity. 
 
 He praying, fell asleep, 
 
 And dreamed an angel came. 
 
 Whose voice was sweet and deep. 
 Who called him by his name. 
 
 He heard, he saw, he felt. 
 
 And hid his face for fear ; 
 Unknowingly he knelt 
 
 When the messenger stood near. 
 
 "O holy one, reprove 
 
 Not now my yearning soul," 
 Said he, "but do remove 
 
 My woes and make me whole. 
 
 "Mine only son was slain 
 
 By bloody, violent hands. 
 Who hold law in disdain. 
 
 Who spurn God's great commands." 
 
 "Lives there," the angel saith, 
 
 "A man of prayer, of toil. 
 His deeds wrought out by faith, 
 
 No sorrows can despoil? 
 
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"Oh servant, peace, thy God 
 Loves patient, suffering man ; 
 
 He seals him with his rod ; 
 
 Bear you each stroke, you can. 
 
 "With all thy cares relieved, 
 From all thy burdens free, 
 
 With blessings all received. 
 What would thy future be? 
 
 "They shall go forth through earth 
 Vile murderers marked with blood 
 
 Their hands, their conscience, heart 
 Are dyed with sacred blood." 
 
 "O comforter divine, 
 
 Thou art a spirit blessed, 
 
 Thou knewest the words of mine 
 Before my mouth confessed. 
 
 "I'll die to evil deeds 
 
 Which shut out joy and light. 
 And bear whate'er must needs 
 
 Be born, by day or night. 
 
 "Though laws condemn them not, 
 God's eye hath seen their crime ; 
 
 He hates the nation's blot — 
 I will abide His time." 
 
 The twilight calmly fell; 
 
 He wakened from his dream 
 And felt that all was well 
 
 While God was on the scene. 
 
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Oft hath the merry moon 
 
 Smiled on the earth since then, 
 
 Not oft hath such a boon 
 Been granted him again. 
 
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INVOCATION. 
 
 Father, our hearts are sad, 
 Our feet have grown weary 
 
 Following death's cheerless wake; 
 The day grows dreary — 
 
 O Father, bear us up. 
 
 Father, the darkness around 
 
 Conceals not forever 
 From us thy love-glowing face ; 
 
 Through life's endeavor, 
 O Father, bear us up. 
 
 Father, to Thee would we soar. 
 But earth claims the mortal — 
 
 Knowing thy mercy and love. 
 Let us thy portal 
 
 Pass through and live with Thee. 
 
 Praising, we look up to Thee, 
 For Thou canst console us ; 
 
 Faith is the triumph of love — 
 Wilt Thou control us 
 
 And make our temples Thine. 
 
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HUMANITY'S CRY. 
 
 Give me more light of life ; 
 
 Something to keep me in the days beyond, 
 That Conscience, 'mid the strife, 
 
 Speaks of and is so fond. 
 
 Die! I cannot, cannot; 
 
 Once into being I cannot retract. 
 The path I came forgot, 
 
 I cannot trace it back. 
 
 But I have often heard 
 
 That I may grow into my Maker's Image 
 By loving deed and word, 
 
 By looking to the fruitage. 
 
 I thirst, give me to drink 
 
 Of that Life-fountain which new vigor gives. 
 Which helps a man to think. 
 
 To master while he lives. 
 
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THE MAGIC STONE. 
 
 Upon it glowed a light so pure and calm, 
 Around it sat gay children and the sire, 
 
 And that fair angel with her quiet charm 
 
 Her influence gave to shape them and inspire. 
 
 Around it the wayfarer often sat 
 
 And felt uplifted by its purity, 
 The turmoils of the sire were there forgot; 
 
 'Tis there that he his very best would be. 
 
 And mingled with their growth and upward strife 
 Were love and wisdom, toil and duty sown ; 
 
 Not left to fathom out the depths of life. 
 But cared for as the rarest jewels known. 
 
 Oh suddenly, behold a miracle! 
 
 Sweet childhood's visions are so broken upon. 
 Within looms up the largeness of the soul. 
 
 And powers infinite ever leading on. 
 
 Transfiguration ! 'tis the very deed. 
 
 One is the servant of his fellowmen. 
 As lord or king him earth's great nations heed — 
 
 Will he wear shinins: robes or robes of sin? 
 
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 'Tis said man's deeds are but the deeds of youth 
 Portrayed on larger canvas. Then whene'er 
 
 We must needs teach, let's teach the simple truth, 
 And teach it without faltering or fear. 
 
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If we return again to Paradise, 
 
 Home is the gateway and the angel there 
 
 Stands not with flaming sword to drive us thence 
 But she directs with joy, with toil, with care. 
 
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THE NEW CIVILIZATION. 
 
 The crowning glory of the age is pow'r ; 
 More pow'r to break each record's bounds, 
 More pow'r in forms of government, 
 More pow'r that moths corrupt, 
 More pow'r to disprove truth. 
 And can it be amid the strife 
 That we forget our fellowman 
 And crush him Hke the writhing worm? 
 Within the glare of all our light 
 We stumble and befoul ourselves. 
 Lead generations into sin. 
 And yet we boast of our great might. 
 And yet we boast of purity. 
 We boast of Christianity. 
 
 Who hath not willed to scan some daily sheet 
 But that his mind must backward turn 
 To Inquisition and to Robespierre? 
 For ere his task was o'er 
 His eyes fell on — oh horror — deeds of blood 
 And violence and orgies such as they 
 Who worship Astarte and Juggernaut would 
 spurn. 
 
 Do all the peoples work their will through blood ? 
 'Tis true, too true. 
 
 I hear the moans of tarred and feathered victims, 
 I see them writhing, as the flames leap up 
 
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And snatch their breath and char their swarthy 
 
 frames. 
 Around them crowd the women, children, men, 
 The best, the citizens of worth. 
 Who seize a bone or shriveled piece of flesh 
 To keep the sacred act in memory. 
 While some revile the charred remains. 
 O Feather, who in heaven resides, dost Thou 
 Behold this with Thine eye that loves not evil ; 
 Are these the creatures that were made by Thee? 
 They shall not suffer by the law, 
 For they have done no violence ; 
 But by Thy just decrees, O God, 
 They shall be judged, nor one escape. 
 Better that the victim pay the penalty 
 Than to escape with guilt upon him writ; 
 But see to it that Law is justified 
 And reverence for the Law's demands upheld. 
 
 Shall constitutions stand or shall they fall? 
 
 Shall education cease or shall it thrive? 
 
 Shall governments be just or shall they rule 
 
 By the caprice of passion? 
 
 What gives the Century new eyes 
 
 So that it can see what the past knew not? 
 
 What miracle is wrought upon its ears 
 
 That it can hear the secrets long concealed ? 
 
 'Tis the harmonious work of brain and heart 
 
 Building on all past knowledge. 
 
 No people can the front rank reach and hold 
 
 Among the best of earth, 
 
 Without the cultivated mind. 
 
 The mind makes man a slave or lord, 
 
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Lord of himself and earth or passions' slave — 
 Dread Legislation cannot make him so. 
 
 This Age is wise enough to point the bounds 
 
 Of Mind, her height, her depth. 
 
 Much wiser in this than the Creator. 
 
 The fish, the bird, the earth and heaven itself 
 
 May be approached by Mind, yea God himself. 
 
 Has not each bar set by the Past 
 
 Been torn away and ruthlessly trod down? 
 
 This Age must know 'tis not less so. 
 
 The lesser mind may ever feel 
 
 The strong hand of the greater, 
 
 Whether 'tis heavy or light; 
 
 The weaker should not die for lack of love. 
 
 It should be nourished till it mighty grows. 
 
 New ? 'Tis not new. 'Tis but the story told 
 
 By Passion which each Age 
 
 Relates when it reveals itself. 
 
 Who finds himself weak and oppressed 
 
 Seeks the oppressor's strength. 
 
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THE YOUTH AND THE CRYSTAL 
 MAID. 
 
 Introduction. 
 
 Adown the ages comes the wail, 
 ''Save, save, my youthful son 
 Who follows his father's trail ; 
 O save from shame mine only one ! 
 
 heartless man, take back the cup 
 That's filled with sparkling death. 
 Death to the intellect, the flesh, the soul !" 
 
 In the Salon. 
 
 Youth. 
 The music trembles and inspires me, 
 The dance has filled me with subdued delight, 
 But none compare with thee, oh Crystal Maid ; 
 To touch thy lips but once is worth them all. 
 'Tis like a soothing balsam unto me. 
 It gives me wisdom which the brain doth lack. 
 
 Crystal Maid. 
 Whence art thou? Who art thou? Have I 
 known thee? 
 
 Youth. 
 
 1 saw thee first within a gilded hall 
 
 Where burned a thousand burnished, dreamy 
 lamps. 
 
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And many were the guests in neat attire, 
 And all gave forth a quiet, formal chat. 
 
 Crystal Maid. 
 I have been there but I've forgotten thee. 
 
 Youth. 
 How well do I remember the good cheer 
 You gave to each companion. One gray man 
 Who thought 'twas wisdom not to honor thee 
 Was dull and silent, seemed possessed with fear. 
 
 Crystal Maid. 
 But I am growing old and faded now. 
 
 Youth. 
 So often hast thou filled my home with joy 
 That I have learned to love thee more since then ; 
 Thou hast come nearer to my heart each year. 
 Age cannot mar thy beauty nor thy charm, 
 Nor steal away thy strength and purity — 
 
 let me taste of thee but once again. 
 
 Crystal Maid. 
 Whatever thou will'st 'tis so, thou art the judge. 
 
 Youth. 
 Who would resist thy charm ? Thou art so good 
 And beautiful, so pleasing to each sense. 
 In every age mankind has worshipped thee — 
 The slave, the freeman, prince and emperor; 
 Why should I fail of thy best joy for me? 
 
 Crystal Maid. 
 
 1 grant it till thy heart is satiate. 
 
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His Guardian Angel. 
 Watch thou, watch thou, 
 Youth, oh youth, 
 Go not one step more; 
 Thou'lt be in the abyss before 
 Thou knowest the truth. 
 But see the mighty men, 
 See poor and rich men. 
 Cast down to death and hell 
 By her dread power. 
 Made barren Luxury's board. 
 Destroyed the poor man's hoard ; 
 She hath robbed children 
 Of n)ind and soul. 
 Enclosed the dying mother 
 Deep in a pauper's grave. 
 ''Dishonor, dishonor," 
 Is her triumphant song. 
 
 In the Saloon. 
 
 Youth. 
 What are these forms I see 
 That move so humanly, 
 But have such fiery eyes, 
 Such thin and pallid faces. 
 Such keen, but scentless noses, 
 And such misshapen forms? 
 And must that shameless form 
 Be called by that divine name, woman 
 Them no Creator made, 
 They are the work of man, 
 
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The work of heartless man, 
 Who barters in men's souls 
 For a paltry sum of gold. 
 
 Crystal Maid. 
 Come youth, and sate thyself 
 (Since thou dost follow me), 
 I'll give thee such a life 
 As thou hast never known. 
 
 Youth. 
 Are these thy worshippers 
 That have such vacant stares, 
 And utter such vain things, 
 And wallow in the mire? 
 
 Crystal Maid. 
 They're what they chose to be. 
 But you must follow me; 
 You sought me ere I knew, 
 Now I return to thee 
 Such love that draws thee on. 
 Oft I have given thee joy 
 And wiped away thy sighs. 
 Hast thou not felt the charm — 
 But taste my lips again. 
 
 Youth. 
 Thou art so pleasant, sweet. 
 And thou dost give me love 
 That I cannot resist. 
 Now I am wed to thee. 
 
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Afterwards. 
 
 Youth. 
 How changed ! I once was full of life. 
 I cannot bear the strife 
 That lifts, nor can defy 
 The power that drags me down. 
 How dull my brain — What stains my hands? 
 It is my wife and children's blood, 
 Deep dyed. It is not true, it cannot be 
 That I have slain those dear to me ; 
 Dishonor to my neighbors, friends have brought. 
 The heavens frown. 
 Forbid me there to dwell. 
 O Maiden, 'tis thy work ! 
 
 Maiden ? Demon ! and thou the queen of hell ! 
 Whose imitation, look are mockery — 
 Thy sceptre has a thousand ends. 
 Thou gavest me weakness for my strength, 
 Thou gavest me poverty for wealth. 
 Thou gavest a burdened heart for joy, 
 Thou gavest forgetfulness for memory. 
 Thou gavest the gutter for a palace, 
 Thou gavest disgrace for honor, power; 
 Thou gavest vain babbling, called it wisdom; 
 Thou gavest contention, called it peace ; 
 Thou gavest me tinsel, called it fame ; 
 Thou gavest me vice for purity — 
 The last is hell for heaven. 
 What hollow mockery ! 
 
 Crystal Maid. 
 'Tis rest you need, all may end well. 
 
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Youth. 
 Rest? Rest in the grave? 
 No : there no power can save. 
 And shall hell cover me 
 With all its terror? 
 You gave me wisdom ? Folly, death ; 
 Your folly now hath seized my soul. 
 O thou, who heard the thief 
 Whose last expiring breath was prayer, 
 Oh purge and lift my soul 
 Up from that death eternal. 
 
 Grace. 
 Saved by his blood this hour, 
 Saved by Eternal Power ; 
 But sons of men, 'tis best 
 To toil up to thy rest 
 From earliest days of youth. 
 
 Requiem. 
 'Tis done, 'tis done. 
 Earth's bounds are passed 
 And heaven is won. 
 
 Let not earth say 
 "His deeds were evil. 
 And left a sigh." 
 
 But scorn the gain 
 That wrought his ruin. 
 That caused his pain. 
 
 Earth may be more pure 
 Since he has passed. 
 How can it endure, 
 
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While the evil still 
 Fills home and dive 
 By the people's will? 
 
 Were she a foe 
 
 Or a dreadful plague, 
 
 She must needs go. 
 
 Yet she is worse 
 Than both of these, 
 Five times a curse. 
 
 She makes her demands 
 On each generation 
 In all the lands. 
 
 The promising sons 
 And the saintly maids 
 Are her choice ones. 
 
 Won't one great nation 
 
 Beneath the sun 
 
 Rise up and crush her ? 
 
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HERACLES. 
 
 Drainatis personae. 
 Heracles, son of Alcmene. 
 Laomedon. 
 Apollo. 
 Poseidon. 
 
 Hesione, daughter of Laomedon. 
 Priam, 
 Bucolion, 
 Tithonus, , 
 
 Lampus, ( '°^' °f Laomedon. 
 Clytius, 
 Hicetaon, 
 Telamon, a commander. 
 Dunakos. 
 Philos. 
 
 Abas, ) -r • 
 Deicoon, [ Trojan citizens. 
 
 Daedus, an elder of Troy. 
 
 Helicaon, a Trojan noble. 
 
 Proteus, a soothsayer. 
 
 A High Priest. 
 
 Pythoness. 
 
 Priest of Apollo. 
 
 Herald. 
 
 Gate-keeper. 
 
 Naiades. 
 
 Attendants, musicians, councilors, heroes, soldiers. 
 
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ACT I. 
 
 Scene I. Apollo and Poseidon walking around 
 the walls of Troy. 
 
 Apollo. 
 Tis done. These goodly walls and pillared gates 
 Stand forth in their completeness, every tow'r 
 Unfolds its strength and beauty : none but gods 
 Conceive and execute so rapidly. 
 
 Poseidon. 
 If we deigned not to minister to man, 
 To teach him to look upward for his help, 
 To suffer and endure for hope of gain, 
 They all would faint and would accomplish 
 
 naught, 
 Their brain would fill with brutish ignorance. 
 'Tis good ; no shock proceeding from my throne 
 Will wreck it with destructive violence, 
 Nor shapeless winds o'erthrow it from its base. 
 
 Apollo. 
 Since Leto gave me forth unto my toils 
 I have essayed to give to purblind man 
 The Hght of justice, light to purify 
 Himself and know his very guilty self ; 
 Too, beauty, strength of deed have I impressed. 
 
 Poseidon. 
 These streams that glide and flow harmoniously, 
 That mingle each with each then cast their flood 
 Into my realm, are beauteous, and thus 
 The other thousands do continually. 
 
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How rich with wrecks of earth and wave I grow, 
 
 A thousand ages have my coffers filled, 
 
 And I have given back to them full store. 
 
 I first gave rain and dew to thirsty earth, 
 
 Thus made her pregnant with the plants of life, 
 
 And first bore ships unto a foreign strand. 
 
 Naiades, singing in the distance. 
 Thou lord of light, thou king of sea. 
 Offspring divine, yet humanly, 
 To help, each dost appear. 
 The light that comes to earth and brain, 
 The storm that shakes the earth and main. 
 Your blessings bear. 
 
 New Troy, 'twixt Simois and Scamander 
 Shall be besieged with great disaster, 
 Before her gates shall many a herald 
 Stand forth and challenge men to peril. 
 And many a combat shall be there 
 Between the brave, about the fair. 
 
 Apollo. 
 Good prophecy, good prophecy I hear, 
 The depth of which is deep and very true. 
 M'an should not know it nor the future know 
 But as it comes to him in vague outlines ; 
 Already he is his own enemy. 
 Then he would turn this weapon on himself, 
 For then he would resort to foolish means 
 To change the gods' decrees to change his fate, 
 And thus destroy himself and all his race. 
 
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Scene 11. Laomedon's palace within the city. 
 
 (Laomedon, Hesione, Helicaon, a priest, court, 
 attendants.) 
 
 Apollo. 
 Now IHon looks upon the sea secure ; 
 'Tis finished and a goodly city 'tis, 
 Well fitted for the dwelling-place of gods. 
 Here father Zeus might raise a lofty throne 
 And bless her people with his mighty presence. 
 Oft shall Aurora smile upon her walls 
 As opens she the gates of heaven at dawn, 
 And say that as she traveled through her course 
 She hath not seen a happier, hardier race. 
 Horae, unfold the palace gates of that 
 Celestial home and let the deities 
 Come earthward and behold this handiwork. 
 
 Laoinedon. 
 Indeed we are secure within our realm, 
 Inclosed with walls built by your hands divine ; 
 We can repel our foes, protect our kin. 
 Our thanks to you, oh condescending gods, 
 You shall have all that human love can give. 
 Beneath Ionic columns you shall dwell 
 Within a shady grove, where reverence, awe 
 Abide, and altars there for worshippers. 
 And white-fleeced sacrifices shall be slain, 
 And as the flame ascends before your throne 
 A full libation, frankincense shall mix 
 Therewith to sate you with its pleasantness. 
 The laurel and the ivy shall entwine 
 To honor you at every festival. 
 
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Helicaon. 
 Grant me to speak but once, my king. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Speak on. 
 
 Helicaon to Apollo. 
 May not a slave, a bondman speak to thee? 
 Such wisdom, might, do all thy works display ; 
 So wondrous are they to the people's eyes. 
 Aye, let thy favor follow king and slave. 
 
 To Poseidon. 
 
 thou who dwellest in the troubled sea, 
 Bear not the ships that come with fatal hate, 
 
 But be propitious to our merchandise, 
 
 And let thy waves lave peacefully our shores. 
 
 You both are generous to this new-born race. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Let's to the banquet hall and feast. 
 
 (He leads into the banquet hall. Musicians 
 play as they enter.) 
 
 High Priest. 
 
 1 have made sacrifice unto the gods, 
 Within the public places giving thanks, 
 Imploring still their aid, protection kind. 
 The people bowed in homage unto them, 
 
 Sent heavenward with the savor many a prayer, 
 And as the altars blazed, the sacred rites 
 Were well completed. Save us, oh ye gods ! 
 
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Hesione sings to an accompaniment of the lyre. 
 
 I. 
 God of the golden lyre, 
 
 God who the prophets gave, 
 Thou god who dost inspire 
 
 With valor all the brave, 
 I sing, I sing. 
 
 Thy trembling music seized 
 Stones that were still till then, 
 
 Made them move as it pleased 
 The sight of gods and men, — 
 
 Oh work divine. 
 
 When thy full radiant light 
 Brings blessings to our door 
 
 Plucked from the hand of night. 
 We ever, evermore 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice. 
 
 Through life's wide, swinging gate 
 We come in touch with thee. 
 
 And onward soon and late 
 Pursue the deity 
 
 Who with us dwells. 
 
 Send not thy fatal dart 
 
 That pierces through the soul, 
 
 But bear us in thy heart, 
 Commend us to the roll 
 
 Of deathless heroes. 
 
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II. 
 
 God of the restless wave, 
 
 In earthquake, storm and mist 
 
 Thy mighty steps we trace, 
 We see the keels you burst, — 
 
 How terrible ! 
 
 Befriend our mariners 
 
 Upon the treacherous deep, 
 
 Defend the voyagers. 
 
 And give them restful sleep 
 
 That will renew. 
 
 Scene III. In the council-chamber of the palace. 
 
 (Apollo, Poseidon, Laomedon, High Priest, 
 councilors.) 
 
 Laomedon. 
 What's due? 
 
 Apollo. 
 Thou knowest the reward, I trow, 
 For well 'twas sealed and bargained long ago, 
 What our reward was to build up these walls. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 
 It cannot be that you demand it still? 
 
 Poseidon. 
 Should we not justly claim what we have earned? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Earned ? When you worked you used your godly 
 power. 
 
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Apollo. 
 Yes, for your benefit, for your defence ; 
 For this we raised the walls which compass you. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 And shall gods condescend to this, that they 
 Must beg some gift from mortals for their kind 
 And gentle ministries? Ought they not give 
 Full service and ask naught? Created man 
 In weakness, taught him to look up for help, 
 Then shall he pay the cost, whate'er it be, 
 When this inherent monitor directs? 
 It is not just. Had I come into being 
 By my premeditation, then would I 
 Direct myself, be bound unto no gods. 
 
 Poseidon. 
 But thou art bound unto the gods nor can 
 Escape them while they from Olympus rule 
 The human race. The gods will ever be 
 As ages roll. 
 
 Apollo. 
 Do justice, give what's due. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 What value can man render to a god ? 
 
 Apollo. 
 Not might nor virtue, nor of wisdom's store. 
 But to do justice in his every deed. 
 To tend him upward to the highest good. 
 Is pleasant and existence justified. 
 
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Laomedon. 
 The day of recompense to gods is past. 
 
 High Priest. 
 Vex not the gods to ire, good master, it 
 Is better far to give a just reward 
 And have good will and have prosperity, 
 And have these gods protect this new-born race. 
 Than bid them go with all their vengeance, wrath, 
 Pent in their heart, which in some unknown hour 
 Will vent itself upon us and destroy. 
 Who knows but that some alien race may come 
 To give us to the grave and take our seat. 
 Then we will need the aid of these estranp-ed. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Look to that hour when that hour doth appear. 
 
 Poseidon. 
 No further parley will we have of it. 
 Ye scatterlings of Ilus, from this day 
 Ye shall know that I'm just unto the just 
 But will injustice break with iron hand. 
 
 Apollo. 
 From Ida shall descend the fatal dart 
 And pierce the old, the young, the low, the high ; 
 Long shall you yearn to expiate the crime 
 Committed by your own perfidious king. 
 
 (Exeunt Apollo and Poseidon. The clang of 
 Apollo's shield is heard.) 
 
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High Priest. 
 Ah, woeful day to king and populace ; 
 The gods have frowned upon a kingly race, 
 Their every gesture threatened violence. 
 Shall we be driven from the face of earth 
 To take abode where gloomy Aides reigns ; 
 With that grim robber of terrestrial joys? 
 Retract thy last decision, noble king, 
 Let this not rest upon us — 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Go thy way, 
 Attend thy offices as thou wast wont. 
 From Zeus my line sprang, and his thunderous 
 
 arm 
 Shall be a wall about impregnable ; 
 Let him forestall the threatened violence. 
 Let some good wine undo the oppressive hour 
 Within the banquet chamber, every soul 
 Must eat and drink and sing and merry be. 
 The gods require of us our very best 
 Of fatlings and first-fruits and service too ; 
 'Tis robbery, for what in recompense 
 Give they? I could live long without their aid. 
 Be a sufficiency within myself. 
 I must in part be god, god was my father. 
 
 ACT IL 
 
 Scene I. In the temples, streets and houses 
 of Troy. 
 
 (Deicoon, Abas, citizens of Troy. High Priest 
 of Apollo.) 
 
 Abas. 
 What say you? 
 
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Deicoon. 
 'Tis a dreadful day to us. 
 The house I left this morning in full haste 
 Was full of silent death, and every way 
 I trod was full of mourning agony. 
 How thickly and fast fell Apollo's darts 
 Upon my home, on all was dear to me ! 
 Beseems me now that one doth pierce my frame ; 
 My hope is to escape, for to his shrine 
 I will repair and lay hold of the horns, 
 And if I must depart from Earth's domain, 
 It will be there. 
 
 Abas. 
 See here, vast heaps of men 
 And fair-born women, youths so promising, 
 Who, fleeing to the altar for protection, 
 Were overtaken by the fatal shafts. 
 Here lie our cattle stricken by the way, — 
 Alas, alas ! Here lies a goodly youth 
 Who might have taught the nation wisdom, truth, 
 Or won the glory of the laurel crown. 
 Poseidon too hath loosed his serpents dread. 
 Bade them devour us like so many beasts. 
 How many obolus to pay for toll ! 
 Ah, poor Areton, many a glorious deed 
 Of valor hast thou added to our state! 
 Where'er the challenge called to arms your 
 
 strength 
 Was centered there and fast the enemy 
 Around thee fell. No more shall it be thus. 
 For thou hast gone the way of all the earth. 
 
 (They enter the temple grove.) 
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Dcicoon. 
 How vast the throng, how frantic are their cries, 
 How they press to the altar with their grief! 
 The priest in sable robes hath shed the blood 
 Of many a black sheep for the relentless king. 
 
 Abas. 
 Yon altar is Apollo's, let's draw nigh. 
 
 (Citizens wailing around the altar.) 
 
 High Priest. 
 Upon the altar and this great concourse, 
 A hardy race, whom now the gods destroy, 
 I sprinkle holy water to purify. 
 Let all draw to Apollo's altar here, 
 Implore him to avert the pestilence. 
 We lift to thee, oh Sminthean deity, 
 Our feeble voice, now hear us as we pray, 
 See humbled, mourning, dying here this race, 
 Afflicted by the wrath of mighty gods. 
 Have pity, let this sacrifice, the souls 
 That have been pierced and trodden down 
 appease. 
 
 Scene H. Laomedon's bed-chamber. 
 
 (Laomedon, Daedus, an elder of Troy; Proteus, 
 a soothsayer.) 
 
 Laomedon. 
 And has the plague reached forth and seized on 
 
 thee. 
 My Caledore, who, during my life-voyage, 
 Has been so faithful ? All thy sons are sad, 
 Thy daughter weeps, thy husband is borne down. 
 
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How cruel was the shaft that silenced thee ; 
 How deeply it hath pierced and torn my heart ! 
 I fain would follow thee, but earth still claims 
 My toil and presence. May the mighty gods 
 Grant thee a seat in company with them 
 And crown thy labors with immortal life. 
 O Caledore, I am not far from thee, 
 My hand now trembles and my form is bent; 
 Drink not of Lethe but sit thou and wait, 
 If not a goddess, on that shore where laves 
 The calm, blue ocean, that Elysian Isle. 
 Here I have loved thee, then a love more pure 
 Shall bind our souls and raake them all secure. 
 The wrath of gods will never reach us there. 
 Vicissitudes are but for earthly days. 
 Not long, not long till I am ferried there. 
 
 (Enters Daedus, an elder of Troy.) 
 
 Daediis. 
 Most noble king, Apollo's fatal darts 
 Are filling every place with dread and death. 
 Poseidon's monsters fill us with alarm; 
 My mission is to seek the king's advice. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Too it hath struck me; see. (He points to Cale- 
 dore's corpse.) 
 
 Daedus. 
 My king, my king ! 
 
 (Enters Proteus, a soothsayer.) 
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Laomedon. 
 Here comes the man to comfort with advice. 
 Good Proteus, now tell us what to do. 
 I am cast down by all that has transpired, 
 And know not whither but to turn to thee. 
 
 Proteus. 
 Amid my nightly slumbers I have seen 
 A silver bow rise up from Tenedos 
 And settle o'er the city with its Hght, 
 But ere I looked upon it long, gave place 
 To murky, lurid clouds that muttered deep. 
 I saw the people run in frenzied haste 
 To seek the shrines and temples, but the storm 
 Heaped many in the streets and in their homes. 
 As I came here it seemed the very sight. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 What shall we do? 
 
 Proteus. 
 I cannot think nor tell. 
 Already on the native altars smoke 
 The hecatombs till priests fall at the altars. 
 The entrails nor the flight of birds give sign. 
 Our last resort is to the Delphian voice. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Thither betake thyself, good Proteus ; 
 Inquire thou there what will appease these gods, 
 For we are vexed. How varied is this life ! 
 Our fairest, all that's sacred, dearly loved, 
 Are taken and is left us shattered hopes. 
 
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We sail but on the verge of happiness, 
 But near the shore where many dangers hide 
 And wreck our httle boat ere we launch out, 
 While far beyond the deep, calm ocean lies. 
 
 Scene III. At the oracle of Delphi. 
 
 (Proteus, Pythoness, Priest of Apollo.) 
 
 Proteus. 
 Good priest, my city Troy is sorely stricken 
 And naught of sacrifice or prayer avails. 
 The oracle alone can point the way. 
 
 (The Pythoness adjusts the tripod and chews 
 laurel leaves. Being seized with a sudden frenzy, 
 she calls to the priest and mutters something to 
 him which is interpreted by the priest as the will 
 and demand of the deity.) 
 
 Priest of Apollo to Proteus. 
 The first and last-born princess of your king, 
 The star and pride of false Laomedon 
 Must be made fast upon the Aegean rock. 
 Till there devoured by the sea-monster's maw. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 Scene I. Laomedon's palace. 
 
 (Laomedon, Hesione.) 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Must I too from thee part, life of my life, 
 And wilt thou e'er return to me again? 
 Alas, no more, for on thy vital parts 
 The monster will feed long to appease the gods. 
 
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Oft hast thou cheered me in the purple dawn, 
 Oft in the twihght have thy gentle touch 
 And tender voice brought peace unto my soul. 
 How grows my grief as I remember it. 
 Long have I watched o'er thee, a father's care, 
 A father's ardent love bestowed — alas, alas! 
 Could vengeance of earth's mortals fall on gods 
 Today I would cast out a heavy hand. 
 And hurl Olympus with his occupants 
 Deep in the depths of Lethe's sullen flood. 
 
 He stone. 
 Grieve not, my father, that my lot is thus. 
 But kiss me once again and happy be ; 
 I am well armed and ready for the woe. 
 Glad am I that he chose from royal blood 
 The sacrifice and that I fill the choice. 
 Oh let me suffer for the populace. 
 Grant that their agonies may fall on me ; 
 I love them and they seem so much distressed. 
 My life is little, more than worthless, if 
 It does not give the greatest service that ~ 
 It can and let its deeds bless other lives. 
 In greater service greater honor is. 
 Our toil is but the dignity of Ufe, 
 Our labor is the nourishment of life. 
 Our service is the glory-crown of Hfe, 
 Worthless the deed that costs no toil or pain. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Could I but take thy place and die for thee 
 Glad would I do it. I have brought this on — 
 Ah woe the day that I incurred the wrath 
 Of gods upon my head, my house, my race. 
 
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Hesione. 
 Your grieving bears me down. Though I am 
 
 gone 
 I will not die to thee and all thy love. 
 If I cannot behold thy face, daily 
 Thy thoughts shall dwell on me, when nightly 
 
 roams 
 Thy spirit it shall visit me in love. 
 
 Scene II. A rock in the Aegean Sea.' 
 (Hesione, Dunakos, Philos.) 
 
 Philos. 
 Pity the fair one that must suffer thus. 
 
 Dunakos. 
 Naught can avail by pity but more grief. 
 It may look cruel that the gods demand 
 So much to expiate for one offence. 
 
 Philos. 
 'Tis cruel to so bind a tender form. 
 
 Dunakos. 
 Look to thy words. Dost thou revile the gods? 
 Say, do not all just retribution meet? 
 'Tis meet, 'tis meat, 'tis mete — the gods know all. 
 Perchance you burn your hand it gives you pain. 
 You kill your neighbor law and conscience smite, 
 You dissipate 'tis written in your face, 
 You eat too much it fills you with alarm. 
 There is a destiny to mortal man, 
 We reap our own and in just recompense; 
 How often it is paid with usury. 
 
 Philos. 
 Say what foul deed Hesione hath done? 
 
Dimakos. 
 Not one misdeed, she bears her father's folly. 
 He thought to make him rich and cheat the gods 
 But hath lost multifold more than was due. 
 He is just like so many parents blind, 
 Who exercise no care upon their acts 
 And think them just till their iniquities 
 Ask justice of their children, then the tears 
 Come like a flood, grief weighs them, down. 
 Why don't these beings so direct their ways 
 That no dishonor will cling to their line 
 While here they live or when life's day is done ? 
 
 Hesione. 
 Why censure him for that, 'tis done, 'tis done. 
 
 Phil OS. 
 I cannot answer thee, but oft 'tis true 
 That folly is the life -thread of a man. 
 And he must weave his folly or his loom 
 Stands idle, there's naught else that he can do. 
 We sorrowing must take our leave of thee. 
 
 (Philos and Dunakos row away.) 
 
 Hesione. 
 'Tis by the choice of gods and my own will 
 That I have come to this — O gods, O will — 
 Naught but the power of gods and one's weak self 
 Combined can lead to his appointment ; no, 
 It does not rest in foreign elements. 
 He that is noble, virtuous wills to be, 
 His will is but a life-spring in himself. 
 Though passion-sieged each hour he doth resist, 
 More noble and more virtuous grows, till all 
 
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His looks, his words, his deeds, his very self 
 
 Let virtue's radiance shine forth tO' the world. 
 
 On man}^ a beam our destiny is poised, 
 
 If, in the care and toil and strife of life, 
 
 It overturns one minim, we must fall 
 
 And suffer loss. Glad am I that I clung 
 
 To purity and its attendant blessings. 
 
 And bear no mark of gods' or man's reproach. 
 
 Wed to this rock I must forever pine 
 
 In agony nor my woes mitigate. 
 
 Shall all the joys of home be me denied, 
 
 The love of man and his companionship, 
 
 The prattle of the child upon my breast — 
 
 My soul relents but will its burden bear. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 Scene I. In the bed-chamber of the palace. 
 Laomedon, a priest and altar are discovered there. 
 
 (Enter Heracles.) 
 
 Heracles. 
 As from my vict'ry o'er the Amazons 
 I home return, I come within thy walls 
 To greet thee, sovereign of this new-walled realm. 
 How happy is the king thus hedged about, 
 Him I congratulate, such good defense 
 That he must needs have rest from enemies. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Thy greeting I receive; but Troy, her walls 
 Mention them not, they have cost me too dear — 
 How often true that beauty costs too dear. 
 
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Heracles. 
 What hath cast down the king? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 But look upon 
 The leanness of my people and the graves, 
 The empty dreariness of this house here, 
 Forsaken by unnumbered household gods. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Wherefore all this ? Are all the fanes torn down 
 Where once the blood of sacrifices flowed? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Naught in this last calamity availed 
 But — ah woe — that I should give up for aye 
 My only daughter to Poseidon's monster, 
 My dear beloved one, dear Hesione, 
 And now she sufifers on the Aegean rock. 
 I cannot long endure the heavy weight. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Wherefore ? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Ah well the gods have not that love 
 For unprotected mortals that they ought. 
 Their kindnesses should rest on this nor ask 
 A recompense. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Withhold not of their dues. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 They should let offerings come of willingness. 
 
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Heracles. 
 True, very true. Can naught avail for her ? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 I know not what to do or say for her. 
 Could I deliver her but for a day 
 rd give my kingdom as a trifle small. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Canst thou make bargains sure? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Most sure. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Then I 
 Have this to say to thee. Trust this to me 
 And in three days she shall be in thy palace. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 The Oracle hath spoken the decree. 
 Can aught of earth divert it from the truth ? 
 Ye gods, who with your vengeance blot my love, 
 Grant but a respite to her troubled soul, 
 Thus will ye merit all my love again. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Trust it to me. But one small recompense 
 I ask. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Son of Alcmene, name it once. 
 
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Heracles. 
 Ere Troy had stood on her foundations long, 
 Tros, thy great father, once received from Zeus 
 Those wondrous horses that excel by far ' 
 The puny things of earth ; so beautiful, 
 And fleet as winged fowl — but give me them, 
 I will deliver her. 
 
 Laomedon, 
 My seal on it, 
 They shall be yours, if you deliver her. 
 Let all the gods be judge 'twixt me and thee, 
 Let all their maledictions on my head 
 Be cast, if I am faithless to my seal. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Thy seal is set, my honor is upon it. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Canst thou disjoint the bonds, good Heracles, 
 And bring her hither from the cursed rock ? 
 True that thou from the chief of gods wast born, 
 The godly ichor courses through thy form. 
 But venture not to vie with them in strength 
 Lest they be vexed and hurl thee to despair 
 Or make her woes more dreadful than they are. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Trust all to me. Oft have my purposes 
 And footsteps crossed the will and plans of gods, 
 But on I boldly ventured till I won. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Beware lest this thy last transgression be. 
 
 Heracles. 
 I'll tread my path. 
 
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Laomedon. 
 Well, 'tis a bargain sealed. 
 Let sacrifice and prayer be hourly made 
 Unto the gods to favor Heracles. 
 See to itj priest, nor scant the flow of wine. 
 
 (Priest at the altar in the same room.) 
 
 'Here at thy altar, Zeus, 
 I humbly supplicate 
 Thy strong arm for our use 
 In what we undertake. 
 Oh look with favor thou 
 On Heracles, thy son, 
 Help him make true the vow 
 To rescue that dear one. 
 
 Strike off her captive chains 
 And slay the monster fierce. 
 Heal all her wounds and pains 
 Which torture, pierce. 
 Then shall our hearts rejoice 
 And all thy altars bare 
 Shall smoke with sacrifice. 
 Thy power declare. 
 
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Scene II.. Heracles near the rock. 
 
 (Heracles, Hesione.) 
 
 Hesione in the distance. 
 How my soul aches. How miserable it is 
 To know not one god that will pity me 
 Nor give me one kind look, not one comrade 
 That ventures near to cheer me with a word. 
 In truth 'tis better, for their freedom, joy. 
 Would make the deeper wounds, increase my 
 
 woes. 
 I here before the throned host of heaven 
 Do nightly make complaints, and when the morn 
 Returns I still am vexed with grief. 
 On me the monster preys and ceases not — 
 Am I immortal that I cannot die? 
 Ye gods, how cruel to deny the boon ! 
 Would that I were a stone on Ida's peak, 
 Or resting in some deep and gloomy cave. 
 Where neither gods nor mortals' care could reach. 
 
 (Heracles draws near.) 
 
 What now, some other torture drawing nigh? 
 
 Heracles. 
 Nay, fair-born maiden, dread me not, I come 
 To slay the monster, free thee from his pangs. 
 
 Hesione. 
 Nay ; I am doomed to pine and suffer here. 
 
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Heracles. 
 Yield not yet to despair, my shafts are fatal, 
 Their mark is sure. I shall pve battle to him 
 With confidence that victory is mine, 
 But not till I am vanquished shalt thou fear. 
 
 Hesione. 
 Endanger not thyself for me, I beg. 
 I hold not life so dear that I would live 
 Upon the bones of my brave fellowmen. 
 Spend not thy strength in vain for worthless me. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Trust all to me and all will be secure. 
 Nine battles have I waged and victory 
 Hath favored me each time. I'm Heracles 
 That speak — 
 
 (The monster emerges from the water and 
 Heracles, having shot him with three poisonous 
 arrows, overcomes him. He breaks the bonds 
 which hold Hesione and rows away with her in 
 the boat.) 
 
 Scene HI. Laomedon's palace. 
 
 (Laomedon, Heracles, Hesione, High Priest, 
 Musicians, court attendants.) 
 
 Laomedon, embracing her. 
 You are my daughter, yes once more my child, 
 Hesione, snatched from the maw of Aides, 
 Restored to me with all thy purity. 
 Praise to the mighty Heracles whose arm 
 Gave thee deliverance. Let the music ring 
 Till every vaulted chamber echoes joy. 
 
 (Musicians play.) 
 
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High Priest. 
 Apollo, let the sacrifices slain 
 Our votive be to thee, a covenant 
 Between thee and this people evermore. 
 Nov^ reconciled^ show favor unto us. 
 
 (All hymn to Apollo.) 
 
 Hail to Apollo, 
 
 The god of light, 
 
 Whose arrows bring sorrow. 
 
 Whose wisdom gives might. 
 
 We joy when we please him, 
 
 We sigh when we grieve him 
 
 And move him to wrath. 
 
 Hail to Apollo, 
 
 Delight of home. 
 
 Him blessings follow 
 
 Whenever he come, 
 
 If all that is due him 
 
 Is given unto him 
 
 With will and abundance. 
 
 Thanks to Apollo, 
 
 The merciful, 
 
 For he doth allow 
 
 The broken and sorrowful 
 
 Who know of injustice 
 
 And put it in practice. 
 
 To win back his favor. 
 
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Scene IV. In the council-chamber of the palace. 
 
 (Laomedon, Heracles, Priam and other sons 
 present, Hesione.) 
 
 He7'acles. 
 I must depart now, other tasks await. 
 It is my purpose to receive my prize. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Stay thou, good Heracles. My wide domain 
 Looks longingly to thee and bids thee stay. 
 Thou hast restored our souls to pleasant peace. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Nay, I cannot ; for I am bound by oath. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 An oath is nothing to the son of gods. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Yea, it is much to me. When I espoused 
 The cause of Virtue she joined to my word. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 The horses cannot go just at this season. 
 
 Heracles. 
 What? Wherefore this delay? Laomedon, 
 Once thou wast sore distressed, thy daughter 
 
 bound 
 For aye where the sea-monster preyed on her. 
 Both I delivered, and is this my pay? 
 
Laomedon. 
 Good Heracles, seem you to understand? 
 When Zeus sent down this wondrous gift from 
 
 heaven 
 To my forefather he expressly bade 
 That they should not depart from Ilus' line, 
 That they be fed our honey every day. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Why thought you not on this command before ? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 In my deep hour of grief I promised this. 
 Then I was blind and not considerate ; 
 The good faith promises of deep distress 
 May justly be withheld by leisure thoughts. 
 Mark how the gods do promise every good 
 And we poor fools rush on to seize our share, 
 But haply some transgression we permit, 
 Then we receive the pangs of flesh and soul. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Then you are following in the wake of gods ? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 As they direct. As they teach virtue so 
 I live ; as they teach vice, I practice it. 
 
 Heracles. 
 You might live by your virtue while vice kills. 
 
 (LOFC. 
 
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Hesione. 
 O father, I beseech thee withhold naught ! 
 Remember how the pestilence did thrive 
 Till sated by the thousands ; think, thy. wife 
 Consumed by it, then to my torture turn, 
 Wouldst thou not give this pittance as 'twas 
 sealed ? 
 
 Laomedon. 
 But hold thy tongue, brood not the past to life, 
 Ought I not fear the gods much more than man ? 
 
 Heracles. 
 Make not pretentions to such godly virtue 
 As only dwells upon thy lying tongue. 
 
 Hesione, falling at his feet 
 
 father, save thy people from his wrath ! 
 His frowning look fills me with deep alarm. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Fear not, my child ; I see you are untaught 
 In worldly wisdom and in worldly ways. 
 
 Priam. 
 
 1 beg thee, father, for thy honor's sake, 
 Let Heracles with all due him depart. 
 
 He hath well earned it. While we trembled here 
 
 Not venturing to look upon the child. 
 
 He rescued her and brought her back again. 
 
 I, next upon the throne, do willingly 
 
 Relinquish all my heirship on the prize. 
 
 Let not his wrath on us abide this day. 
 
 Laomedon. 
 I will not yield. My will is king and law, 
 I will not give this godly gift to man. 
 
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High Priest. 
 Again bring not upon us, ingrate king, 
 What vengeance can cast down. There is reward 
 Of virtue and of vice that will not end 
 Within the actor, but the throng around 
 Must rise or fall with him. If virtuous deeds 
 Are done, all will be well, he proves him worth 
 The cause' of his existence ; if vice rule. 
 The actor and his friends are sore distressed, 
 He who receives and his friends are distressed. 
 Thus many innocent must suffer too. 
 Man's deeds are not contained within himself; 
 If they fell on one muddled head alone. 
 Ten thousand cups of sorrow would be joy 
 And earth would be more like the blessed isles. 
 But they like brooklets which to rivers run. 
 Which outspread, gather others in their flood, 
 Then flow on peacefully or toss their flood 
 On rocks below the fatal precipice. 
 Hard for the son cursed with a father's curse. 
 Hard for the people bound with galling yoke 
 To leaders that have not one moral scruple, 
 Who barter to the rabble those they lead, 
 Or more, consign them utterly to death. 
 The death of things that make a manly race. 
 To fill their coffers, make their bellies fat. 
 Woe to thee, griflin, seven times seven woe! 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Though all the world should utter double curse 
 Upon this king, he would not once relent. 
 Remonstrances are vain, my mind is fixed, 
 And he alone who fixed it can unfix. 
 
 (The soothsayer enters.) 
 
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Soothsayer. 
 
 king, the augury to-day goes ill, 
 
 The plight of faith which this day calls to count 
 Must be redeemed in faith or judgment sure 
 Befall the one who breaks a solemn vow. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Perfidious king, the harvest of your folly 
 Was garnered once with many a sheaf of rue ; 
 Think not this time 'twill bring Hymettian food. 
 The world shall know a false king lived and 
 
 wrought 
 Destruction for himself and those he ruled. 
 Earth shall not long sustain thee. When again 
 
 1 cross thy threshold, know thy days shall end 
 And every tongue shall wail, "Alas, our king !" 
 
 (Exit Heracles.) 
 
 Laomedon. 
 Let every instrument resound, again 
 The storm is passed and we will now be glad. 
 Think not that ill shall come while Zeus is 
 pleased. 
 
 (Musicians play.) 
 
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ACT V. 
 
 Scene I. Heracles with his army in camp before 
 the walls of Troy. 
 
 (Heracles, Telamon, Herald, gatekeeper, sol- 
 diers^ heroes.) 
 
 Heracles making an offering to Pallas Athene. 
 Thou who came forth arrayed with battled arms 
 From my own father, give us favor now, 
 Accept this doe, a votive offering; 
 Grant us the sword and shield of victory. 
 Faithless Laomedon hath done us wrong. 
 Help us avenge this wrong and fickleness 
 Of man to man, just retribution give. 
 
 (Before the gate.) 
 
 Herald. 
 Ye men of Troy, I now proclaim the war 
 Waged on just principles by Heracles 
 For life for death for all that you possess ! 
 
 Gatekeeper. 
 Laomedon and his accept the challenge ; 
 Let heaven be witness to this host encamped 
 Against this city and our sacred homes. 
 
 Heracles. 
 Up, let us storm the citadel. Each to 
 The post assigned repair and stand there till 
 The signal bids you scale the wall, 
 Then every gate must be attacked at once. 
 
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In battle every man a hero is , 
 
 And every hero makes his valor known 
 
 At proper times nor thinks of his defeat. 
 
 The day is ours for Justice, on our side, 
 
 Will help us triumph over well-armed wrong. 
 
 (Soldiers march.) 
 
 Telamon in another part of the field. 
 Ye heroes that have followed conquering arms 
 In many climes, proud cities brought to dust, 
 The manes on your hearthstones look to you 
 This day to see how you acquit yourselves. 
 May they not see their scions effeminate, 
 Unworthy of the blood that gives them life. 
 We are akin to gods, although in parts 
 We scarcely trace the kinship and the touch. 
 A godly bearing most becomes us now. 
 Look to the part assigned you, do it well. 
 
 (The herald gives the signal.) 
 
 First Hero. 
 May all Olympus bear me witness now, 
 That I apply my strength upon this gate 
 And batter it and tread it under foot. 
 
 (He beats upon the gate with his club.) 
 
 Second Hero. 
 Watch for the arrows from the archer there. 
 He hath already felled his share of men. 
 The trumpeters urge onward with their blast. 
 Let me add to thy strength and blows mine own. 
 
 (He begins to beat on the gate.) 
 
 Who leaped upon the wall and disappeared 
 Within ? 
 
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First Hero. 
 Our great commander, Heracles. 
 
 (The gate falls and a shout goes up.) 
 
 Second Hero. 
 List, the exultant echo of our camp 
 Goes trembling from the walls to distant hills. 
 
 First Hero. 
 It seems that some god shouted from the sky. 
 
 (They rush into the city.) 
 
 Heracles. 
 On, men, loot all the city ! Take captives 
 Of all the citizens and spare not one. 
 Leave but the palace and the king to me. 
 
 Scene IL In the palace, Laomedon at the altar. 
 (Enter Heracles.) 
 
 Heracles. 
 Thou truly art before this altar bowed, 
 But what I promised to mete out to thee 
 When next I crossed thy threshold, so I do. 
 
 (He smites Laomedon down. In rush Buco- 
 lion, Lampus, Tithonus, Clytius, Hicetaon, 
 sons of Laomedon.) 
 
 Bucolion. 
 See, he hath slain our father ! There he lies ! 
 
 (He thrusts at Heracles.) 
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Heracles. 
 There, I will give thee that and that and that 
 For thy good bravery ! Lay to, my men ! 
 
 (They fight with the invaders and are slain.) 
 
 There lie Tithonus, Lampus, Clytius, 
 Bucolion, Hicetaon at my feet, 
 Laomedon there at the altar lies 
 Slain by the faithless folly of his deeds. 
 
 (Hesione enters.) 
 
 Hesione. 
 Alas, no intercession can avail ! 
 Let me too die as they did by the same 
 Unhallowed weapon. Let me die. 'Tis best. 
 
 (She falls before Heracles.) 
 
 Heracles. 
 Where is thy brother, Priam? 
 
 Hesione. 
 He commands 
 Elsewhere — I hear his steps. 
 
 (Priam enters.) 
 
 Priam. 
 What judgment hath done this? Alas, Alas! 
 
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Heracles. 
 Guards, seize these prisoners, keep them safe, 
 secure. 
 
 (Four guards march off, leading Hesione and 
 Priam.) 
 
 Our work is done. Now sound the signal blast 
 That will restrain the bloody hand of war. 
 
 Scene III. The council-chamber. 
 
 (Heracles, Telamon, Priam, Hesione, soldiers.) 
 
 Heracles. 
 Thee, Priam, the last of thy degenerate race 
 I know. It doth delight me to restore 
 Thee to thy kingly throne so lately lost. 
 Rule not by will, for thou art insufficient 
 Within thyself, but springs of wisdom seek; 
 Nor by injustice rule, for at some time 
 She will pour bitterness on thy own soul. 
 When least expected she exacts her own; 
 Nor by hypocrisy, for in some hour 
 The actor must unmask himself and be 
 The very being which he really is — 
 I give thee back thy realm and crown thee king. 
 
 (Priam kneels as Heracles places the crown on 
 him.) 
 
 Priam. 
 How sad it is to look around me here 
 Beholding all the havoc of this war. 
 My loyalty and thanks I pledge to thee 
 For giving me my life and heritage. 
 
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Tel am on. 
 Have I come forth for naught? To me is due 
 This kingship. Why not let me thrive on it? 
 
 Heracles. 
 I have a better gift than this for thee — 
 
 Telamon. 
 I know not what it is. Is not honor 
 In state affairs and in the pubHc eye, 
 Where thrive the citizens by just laws made, 
 Where come rich merchandise from every clime, 
 And tribes have great respect unto her name 
 The greatest prize that earth can yield to man ? 
 
 Heracles. 
 Thou hast asked well, but I will better ask. 
 Is not love from a true-born, gentle soul. 
 That breathes it constantly and ardently, 
 That has the grace and beauty in her form 
 That Venus might well envy, worth by far 
 More than the price of all the empires built? 
 Man may live without government or law, 
 He may live without sacrifice or prayer. 
 But there will come a time when passion moves 
 And he will crave for love, for simply love. 
 
 Telamon. 
 True, very true, but I have never known 
 A creature's love such as thou speakest of. 
 
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Heracles. 
 Then something new shall dawn on thee this day. 
 A full-fledged man thou shalt be once in life, 
 For no man knows life's fullness nor its joy 
 Till he hath loved some other gentle soul. 
 Hesione once whispered love to me 
 For Telamon while I in these walls stayed, 
 And sighed because he understood her not. 
 Does she that same affection cherish still ? 
 
 Hesione. 
 Amid such grief I should not speak of love, 
 But love is greater, yea the lord of death. 
 I but confess, I do love Telamon. 
 
 Telamon, embracing her. 
 Long hast thou loved me and I knew it not ; 
 Yes, ever since I met thee long ago. 
 Hereafter we shall give as lovers give, 
 Tears unto tears, joy unto joy, and all 
 Our acts and deeds be done as love directs. 
 
 Heracles. 
 'Tis yours to end this well. Now let the slaves 
 Give fitting burial to the princes, king, 
 And let the priests' triumphant shout and dance 
 Go up to Ares with a hecatomb. 
 
 (Exeunt.) 
 
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THE NEW NORTH STATE. 
 
 Thou, sovereign State, must stand. 
 
 No maddened crowd can overthrow 
 
 Thine ancient walls. The Master hand 
 
 That pillared thy foundation 
 
 Defend thee! Scattered nations 
 
 Within thy borders grow. 
 
 The seeds of liberty 
 
 Were sown by thee and brought forth fruit 
 
 Which filled the world with wisdom. 
 
 The oppressed no longer mute. 
 
 But trusting God, like thee, 
 
 Oh Carola, a kingdom 
 
 Grand and mighty built. 
 
 Thou, to the tyrant known 
 
 In peace and conflict, wilt 
 
 Work out the ills your own. 
 
 Upon thy verdant hills 
 
 Must temples rise and send 
 
 Unfading light. Thy rills 
 
 For wealth their power spend. 
 
 The Wedded Isles shall rise 
 
 With Continental Power 
 
 To seek thy merchandise 
 
 And make thee strong each hour. 
 
 Storm-clouds may hide thy star — 
 
 Eternal night surrounds 
 
 Thee not for aye; so far 
 
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Night sways, then Hght confounds 
 Her darksome face. 
 Yes, Nemesis may sit 
 Unseen — give years of grace 
 To those who discomfit 
 Her plans, but still her sway 
 Will every wrong repay. 
 Lift up thy lawful arm, 
 Crush each depraving deed 
 Discovered in thy bound; 
 Let reverence and alarm 
 Strike him who will not heed 
 The statutes thou hast found. 
 The mighty God has destined thee 
 To noble things and purity. 
 
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ON DIAMOND SHOALS. 
 
 'Tis darkening and the breakers roar 
 Upon the shoals along the shore ; 
 
 Storm-clouds and mist 
 
 Spread o'er the deep, 
 
 The winds southwest 
 
 And fire sweep 
 Its bosom. As the lightship sends 
 A glare, her own strength scarce defends 
 Her from the fury of the gale. 
 Yet not one cheek within grows pale. 
 
 Her signal guns and rockets make 
 It known to ships that in their wake 
 
 Great danger lies — 
 
 The darkness falls 
 
 And sight defies — 
 
 Some vessel calls 
 For help — her lights seem lifted high 
 And with the flood and winds to fly. 
 
 The lightship answers without fear — 
 Alas ! the homeward ship too near 
 
 The coast was driven. 
 
 The hurricane 
 
 Hath upward striven 
 
 From the Southern Main. 
 
 She helpless drifts, 
 With useless rudder, sails in rifts, 
 Upon the shoal, the fatal shoal. 
 
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What is it human hands have made 
 That winds and waves will not invade — 
 Within their grasp the lightship strives 
 And struggles to protect the lives 
 
 Entrusted her. 
 
 The Demon, gloom, 
 
 Will not defer 
 
 Her sudden doom. 
 She too must share the wretched fate 
 Of those who come within his gate. 
 
 Not these alone, but many brave 
 And gentle ones have found their grave 
 Upon these sands 
 Since first the Knight's 
 Colonial bands 
 Confirmed his rights. 
 Naught but a soul can know such grief 
 As comes from seeking vain relief, 
 When all around in sea and air 
 Consent and add to its despair. 
 
 The Demon of the storm exults 
 And ever his own gain consults. 
 
 With oath and boast 
 
 He sets his mind 
 
 To guard the coast 
 
 From all mankind. 
 Oh daring seaman, venture not 
 Too near that sandbar, — fatal spot, 
 For he will send some envious blast 
 To burst thy keel and break thy mast. 
 
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THE SEED. 
 
 Vain fancies fill the heart of man, 
 Yea, lustful images inspire; 
 He turns not back to God again. 
 Nor seems to fear His righteous ire. 
 
 Creator by the creature tried ! 
 Who once was imaged like Himself, 
 Who by His will was deified, 
 Hath marred all and polluted self. 
 
 Dumb to His call he cannot hear. 
 Blind to His work he cannot see. 
 Withered by sin he cannot fear, 
 Again like God he wills not be. 
 
 "The floodgates of my skies shall ope. 
 Shall pour their torrents on mankind ; 
 He without grace and without hope 
 Within the grave his rest shall find. 
 
 **But yet a remnant shall be left, 
 The Patriarch of all the race; 
 He with his household shall be left — 
 The reward of righteousness is grace. 
 
 "With him two of all living things 
 Shall be preserved within an ark. 
 All flesh shall feel the fear that brings 
 Remorse to the soul for evil work." 
 
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11. 
 
 But as it floated with the flood, 
 
 It also bore the seed of sin ; 
 
 'Twas sowed within the coursing blood ; 
 
 The soul contained it deep within. 
 
 How widely hath its fruitage spread ! 
 So wide that all the earth doth taste, 
 Its harvest fills mankind with dread, 
 And brings incessant toil to waste. 
 
 Yea Love and Hate, yea Mammon, Lust, 
 These with few grains of reason mixed. 
 Still make the bonds of inspirited dust. 
 Still move it till its fate is fixed. 
 
 Cain's heritors are still unslaked. 
 This day they joy to see blood flow. 
 Nor is their Passion thus awaked 
 Concerned with justice or with law. 
 
 Their strength is in their will and place 
 Among the few enthroned ones. 
 They seek the color of the face 
 Before they do inhuman crimes. 
 
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AMERICA FOR THEE AND ME. 
 
 Learn from whate'er about thee lies, 
 
 Go forth through every cHme; 
 
 Learn how the strugghng thousands rise 
 
 In every land and time ; 
 
 Then brother, wouldst thou change thy lot 
 
 For any home on land or sea? 
 
 Let others seek some foreign spot — 
 
 America for thee and me ! 
 
 Here may brave human hearts aspire 
 To all ennobling deeds. 
 Whenever duty may require, 
 Where'er true motive leads ; 
 Here ever live with kindred, friend, 
 Here God and mind are ever free; 
 Your broken honor here amend; 
 America for thee and me ! 
 
 Dear land of hazy skies ! 
 Where daylight breathes out health, 
 Where stars look down with watchful eyes 
 And guard a nation's wealth. 
 What more than these can freedom give, 
 Where Nature's hand more bounteous be; 
 With all your strength work where you live- 
 America for thee and me ! 
 
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Though firmly held with tyrant hand 
 The iron scepters rust — 
 Love thou thy land, thy native land 
 To her our fortune trust ; 
 Whatever right is now denied 
 Will yet one day be given thee, 
 All means will fail till right is tried- 
 America for thee and me ! 
 
 Let patience, loyalty be thine. 
 Let justice be thy guide; 
 Ne'er yet hath God let races pine 
 Whose, heart in Him confide ; 
 Let Virtue grapple with her foes, 
 She makes no fawning plea, 
 For she the end of error knows — 
 America for thee and me. 
 
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MY DESIRE. 
 
 To toil within my little sphere, 
 
 Performing each task with good will and cheer, 
 
 Just as 'twas in my being writ 
 
 By that directing Spirit; 
 
 To add unto my neighbor's weal 
 
 The best that I can give and make him feel 
 
 Glad that I lived and with him wrought; 
 
 To cast away my false deceit. 
 
 And learn the truth at Wisdom's feet, 
 
 To pay what my existence owes. 
 
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A FOURTH-DAY ODE. 
 
 Once more this day of liberty 
 Dawns o'er thee, Empire of the West, 
 And many a pleasant memory 
 Crowds on us with its past. 
 
 Of that first hope for free domain 
 Which fired to flame courageous hearts ; 
 Of all the struggle, toil and. pain 
 Of those unyielding patriots. 
 
 Aye, they were men, most valiant men, 
 Who counted life nor treasure dear 
 To bring to earth that boon again 
 Which age on age had sought in fear. 
 
 They passed from earth but did not die, 
 For with us they are dwelling still ; 
 We pilgrimage where their altars lie. 
 At Alamance and Bunker Hill. 
 
 Yet of thy glory, of thy power 
 
 Their wisest sages dared not dream; 
 
 They did the duty of the hour 
 
 And questioned not the Master's scheme. 
 
 The conquest of thy industries 
 Excels the trophies of thy arms; . 
 The unwrought of the centuries 
 Is brought forth as the morning dawns. 
 
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In these thy coming hope is born, 
 Howe'er complete thy past may seem; 
 The sword hath his hfe-draught foresworn 
 Which made him lord o'er all supreme. 
 
 There are no hordes of Goths or Vans, 
 
 No foe thy ruin to foretell ; 
 
 Thy destiny is in thy hands, 
 
 Thus inwardly thy care must dwell. 
 
 Soul knit to soul, love linked to love 
 Each man unto his brother bound, 
 Will more of violence remove 
 Than all the laws that may be crowned. 
 
 Freedom, thou genius of our land, 
 Thou foster-mother of our weal, 
 No more, no more shall thy blest hand 
 The tyrant's chain be made to feel. 
 
 Thy happiness is manifold 
 To sacred home, to sovereign state ; 
 Here merging all the races told ; 
 Here lifting up their star of fate. 
 
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FAREWELL, SWEET DAY. 
 
 Farewell, sweet day, farewell, 
 Thy golden sun is setting 
 Behind the western hill. 
 And we, our cares forgetting, 
 Go unto rest. 
 
 O'er every battlement 
 The shadows are descending 
 With wanton discontent. 
 And with the darkness blending ; 
 They deepen fast. 
 
 Within my hopeful heart 
 There still thy memories linger, 
 Nor will they soon depart. 
 For thou hast been the bringer 
 Of truth and love. 
 
 Each minute thou hast given 
 To me some undone labor. 
 To lift me nearer heaven. 
 And nearer to my Maker — 
 Oh blessed gift! 
 
 No more wilt thou return ; 
 Thou and thy deeds' rewarding 
 Are sealed in time's great urn. 
 And thou art disregarding 
 Remorseful wails. 
 
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As by the great decree 
 Is fading here thy glory, 
 But to some land and sea 
 Thou tellest the joyful story 
 That day has dawned, 
 
 So is hope in the soul 
 Which often sets, there leaving 
 Its darkness, but its whole 
 Light shines on others, leaving 
 A life aglow. 
 
 I think not that with thee 
 My fondest hopes are dying; 
 With me the great To Be 
 Is with the present vieing ; 
 I upward toil. 
 
 Yet like thee I shall pass, 
 Me all my deeds shall follow, 
 And whether I curse or bless, 
 Or hate or love my fellow, 
 I must pass on. 
 
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