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 A SONG OF GENIUS SLAIN 
 
 By NELSON GARDNER 
 
 The Great Columbian Poem at Last has Appeared, 
 and Mighty Song Once More is With Us 
 
 Illustrated and Published by the Author 
 New York 
 April, 1918 
 
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^> PROEM 
 
 The composer of this Prometheian book must pay with his life 
 the prophet's debt to envy, and not while he lives will his 
 song be accepted: 
 
 But by death will his lyre be only uplifted, and not all the false 
 hearts under heaven can prevent the coming of the day when 
 his now rejected works will everywhere he read. 
 
 Also has he completed an Indian epic poem whose lines exceed 
 in number seven thousand. 
 
 Were this work placed before the public truly impartial, men no 
 more would lament the decline of poetry, for here is the 
 greatest song of love and war that ever was composed ; 
 
 But in seeking a publisher he offers pearls in vain. 
 
 Follows an excerpt descriptive of the Mohegan heroine of this 
 forest romance: 
 
 "A maiden nor audacious nor demure, 
 
 With lip like summer but with heart snow pure. 
 
 Thus well in her were mingled earth and air, — 
 
 One lending force, the other making fair. 
 
 When forth she stepped, in skin of deer attired, 
 
 The heart respected while the eye admired. 
 
 Beads on her bosom sparkled as she breathed, 
 And round her royal throat three times were wreathed. 
 A zone of shells encircled twice her waist, 
 And moccasins, that favored rest or haste, 
 On buoyant feet in glade and glen she wore, 
 While in her hand a bow she often bore: 
 
 But not one song of summer did she still, 
 
4 PROEM 
 
 "For cruelty ne'er hateful made her skill ; 
 
 And birds that in affright from others flew 
 
 Round her would tamely flock, as if they knew 
 
 That she their sister was, and had a soul 
 
 That like bright wings could soar, and loathed control 
 
 As nobly as did they, and had a heart 
 
 That like the linnet's sang; and no sly art 
 
 Required she to bring them to her hand, 
 
 For birds feel more than mortals understand. 
 
 In sooth we say 
 That stainless maids are of diviner clay 
 Than other beings that below are born. 
 One in a desert singly might adorn 
 The land that barren lies, or still more dear 
 Make any cherished place, and saint and seer 
 The majesty of maidenhood must own, 
 For lovely is virginity alone: 
 
 And primrose, violet, and daffodil, 
 Soon though they die, in dreams enchant us still. 
 They, being very fair, are therefore frail, 
 But follow blooms that not so quickly fail, 
 Though autumn wither all, and partly lost 
 May be their fragrance even ere the frost: 
 
 Nor is youth's charm a superficial gift 
 Because its flight, alas, is all too swift. 
 
 Trees rich in balsam shared with her their health, 
 On body, yea, and soul, bestowing wealth 
 Exceeding other boon. As bright she grew 
 
PROEM 
 
 "As blossoms that at dawn are laved with dew ; 
 For fragrance of surrounding shrubs and flowers 
 Her soul all day absorbed, while shadowed bowers 
 Life's currents all kept cool. Where drank the Deer, 
 Her eyes reflected oft cold streams and clear, 
 And brightened were thereby." 
 
 The Chief of Mohawks next is portrayed: — 
 "In panther skin he gallantly was drest, 
 And scarlet was his sanguinary crest — 
 His crest held always high: yea, plumes bright red 
 Like flames arose, and flared above his head. 
 Fleet was his foot, though broad he was, and tall, 
 And warlike, warlike, was his aspect all. 
 Not marble, nay, nor bronze, took ever mould 
 Expressing heart more proud than his, or bold. 
 
 With spear and shield in bushes laid aside 
 Did he toward Sylvan Star in secret glide. 
 She saw him not, nor felt she any fear, 
 As drew the furtive Chief of Foemen near. 
 
 He came as creeps a cougar on a fawn, 
 And man might not defend, nor woman warn ; 
 For marked not any earthly eye the foe 
 That threatened her whose conscience was as snow ; 
 But when the enemy was very nigh, 
 She turned, and saw, and raised one piercing cry, 
 And even as the heavens heard the sound 
 The Mohawk reached her with a lightning bound." 
 
6 PROEM 
 
 By their prolonged rejection of the composer's song will the lit- 
 erary tribunals of his day themselves ultimately be judged. 
 
 Well it is for Columbia the Great that the vigorous legions of 
 the land resemble not at all the cults that live by the tongue 
 and the pen. 
 
 The composition of this book occupied a score of years. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 EXHORTATION 
 
 From Erebus far off the battle cloud 
 
 At last hath swooped upon us, and the glare 
 
 Of scarlet lightning, leagued with thunder loud, 
 Makes red the sea, and bids new coasts beware. 
 Vain in these madding days hath been our prayer 
 
 For democratic peace. The guilt of kings 
 
 Upon ourselves the fiery whirlwind brings. 
 
 Prepare, prepare, Columbia, thy blade! 
 
 Sharp make thy steel, lest sharper steel invade. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 PRELUDE 
 
 Derided will this song be, and denied, 
 
 As long as lives the singer ; he will pass, 
 Alone, and not akin to any class, 
 
 Through shadows unto sleep ; but there the tide 
 Sharply will turn, for scribes no more can hide 
 
 His lyric gospel then; but life, alas, 
 
 Will drown his golden speech with strident brass- 
 His speech that all false governance defied. 
 
 Envy would even Orpheus reject, 
 
 While rampant Avarice with zeal would break 
 A harp as bright as Heaven, if it spake 
 
 Against its yellow code ; and hence the lyre 
 That doth enameled evils here dissect, 
 Arouses with its lustre only ire. 
 
10 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 PRELUDE 
 II 
 
 Why girds our Muse against so many things, 
 And wherefore do we recklessly offend 
 All powers whereunto the prudent bend? 
 
 Truly, for that our shell's indignant strings 
 
 Tell of a bard whose words had flaming wings, 
 
 Yet whom the world sought therefore but to rend, 
 For highly did his harp on fire offend 
 
 The mercenary soul that never sings. 
 
 All the mendacities we here impeach, 
 And all the vulpine forces we defy, 
 Exhaled an alien influence whereby 
 
 Was Song's Apostle stiffled ; — yea, each shed 
 Its own miasma, that failed not to reach 
 
 The Voice of Vision Deep, by eagles led. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 11 
 
 BATTLE-BORN 
 I 
 
 Upon a rugged shore, where always rang 
 
 The primal war cry of the white-plumed sea, 
 
 There dwelt a youth, by rapture, and by pang, 
 Instructed in the lore of poetry. 
 One of the tribe of singing seers was he, 
 
 Whose hearts and minds are formed to feel and know, — 
 
 They that stand first in wisdom, and in woe ; 
 
 Whose voices wake the world, and bravely chide 
 
 The wrong that reigns wherever men reside. 
 
 NATURE'S ACCOLADE 
 II 
 
 No worldly rank had he of whom we tell, 
 
 Although his song consorted with the sky. 
 
 Nobility may in a cottage dwell, — 
 
 Pre-eminent, though few its crown descry, 
 While sits depravity in places high ; 
 
 For false is each aristocratic plan, 
 
 And foreign to the fellowship of man. 
 
 Large nature mocks each Liliputian's pride, 
 
 And nor by courts nor kings may be denied. 
 
12 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 HIGHEST PRECEPTORS 
 
 III 
 
 Closely he conned, with comprehending mind, 
 
 The few great tomes that triumph over time. 
 Therein did he eternal treasures find, 
 
 And nature, too, imparted truths sublime ; 
 Hence had his speech arisen into rhyme, 
 And he could sing unto the souls of men: 
 He brought the sacred music back again, 
 But still was he a creature of the earth. 
 Whereon is death less terrible than birth. 
 
 DRIVEN 
 IV 
 
 Although he loved the spiritual life, 
 
 And had the power of the pure in heart, 
 
 His gifts availed him not in mundane strife, 
 For soon they die that dare to live apart. 
 He might not learn the money-monger's art, 
 
 Though urged to so attempt by pressing need. 
 
 Bewildered he approached the marts of greed, — 
 
 Acquainted with such things as last alway, 
 
 But alien to the idols of a day. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 13 
 
 TALL BROWED PRETENDERS 
 
 The clans that wield the quill opposed his path, 
 For always living prophet angers them. 
 
 His sad, rebuking voice, aroused their wrath, 
 They hated him with mediocre phlegm; 
 But fearing, save in secret, to condemn, 
 
 They hid his word, not voicing even blame; 
 
 Hence never heard the people of his name. 
 
 He might not reach his merited estate, 
 
 For sons of Pharisees locked fast each sate. 
 
 ENMESHED 
 VI 
 
 Thus want was all his wages for his verse. 
 And living in a world that hath its price, 
 
 He found that even poets need a purse, 
 
 Although they scorn each bartering device, 
 And deem that never trade is overnice: 
 
 Hence like a beacon in a blind domain, 
 
 Sought he a city 'given up to gain. 
 
 And there, with neither craft equipped, nor skill, 
 
 He fought unarmed, and yet contended still. 
 
14 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 TRANSFIGURED CHAINS 
 VII 
 
 He bent his ardent mind to dreary toil, 
 
 And fled not from the uncongenial task : 
 
 But cities were to him unfruitful soil, 
 
 Where shone no beam wherein his soul might bask. 
 In vain did he for healing sunlight ask. 
 
 A martyr to a mercenary creed, 
 
 Thus was the minstref sacrificed to Greed: 
 
 But in Gethsemane learned he to sing, 
 
 And from his yoke shall liberation spring. 
 
 IDEALITY BOUND 
 VIII 
 
 Within a grim abode of steam and steel 
 
 He earned the bread that makes the body live: 
 
 And little cared they there what hearts might feel, 
 For pomp must grab and penury must give. 
 What matter if the mind be sensitive 
 
 To things that trouble not the swift machine? 
 
 Expect no sentiment in such a scene, 
 
 For industry holds only ducats dear, 
 
 And cold though be its hives, its coffers cheer. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 15 
 
 HARP OF THE HUMBLE 
 IX 
 
 He knew how terrible is modern toil. 
 
 Himself had delved among the soot and grime, 
 That can men's souls as well as garments soil, 
 
 And goad from galling indigence to crime. 
 
 But heart of him, though cleft, ceased not to climb. 
 He learned to quench desire, and still endure, 
 Till he became the prophet of the poor; — 
 The minstrel of immeasurable grief, 
 In sorrow, and in sympathy, the chief. 
 
 DUST ANTAGONIZED 
 X 
 
 Such pride as minions evermore oppose, 
 
 Such meekness as inflated churls deem weak, 
 
 These in his nature, like internal foes. 
 
 Against his rising fought, and made men seek 
 To bend him much, or break, as though a peak 
 
 Were lower than a plain; for dwarfs condemn 
 
 Prometheus for differing from them. 
 
 Their own deficiency they ne'er confess, 
 
 But seek to make the greater seem the less. 
 
16 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 MUSIC OF ADVERSITY 
 XI 
 
 His heart was more than Caesar's body hacked. 
 For every song that gushed therefrom a gash 
 
 Marked red effusion too: so was he racked, 
 
 Although most prudent, more than are the rash 
 Who vital forces waste. Where others dash 
 
 There drooped he unto death ; doomed so to bend 
 
 That he might feel, and therefore comprehend, 
 
 All misery that tortured ever man, 
 
 And pity grief as but affliction can. 
 
 PURCHASED BY PANGS 
 XII 
 
 The music of the soul so long was mute 
 
 That stilled it seemed for aye. When in a cloud, 
 
 A tragic lyre, more tender than a lute, 
 
 Descended unto earth, and there endowed 
 A singer by hoarse voices disavowed; — 
 
 Whom nails and thorns so terribly had torn 
 
 That in his breast was melody reborn ; 
 
 For by his hundred wounds the Poet won 
 
 The gift that brightest shines when day is done. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 17 
 
 SHROUDS THAT REVEAL 
 
 XIII 
 
 In midnight had he mansions, for sad veils 
 
 Did but enrich his vision, and his gaze 
 Most triumphed where the world's perception fails; 
 Since often noon-light will beholders daze, 
 While constellations burn not, though they blaze, 
 For space makes bland their fires; and he ere dawn 
 Adored those gems that furthest are withdrawn, 
 And heard the anthems of the Great Beyond, 
 Whence cosmic hymns to lisping hearts respond. 
 
 VOICES OF JEWELS 
 XIV 
 
 He like a lapidary shaped his lay, 
 
 And glamor of the pearl did he transpose 
 
 Into translucent sound. What rubies say 
 
 With sanguine chords he told. His harp's sweet throes 
 Did all the hues that jewels have disclose ; 
 
 And mirrored he in music every fire 
 
 Expressive of ethereal desire 
 
 That dreams or flames in moon or star born stones, 
 
 And matched their lustrous tints with precious tones, 
 
18 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 CHORDS OF FIRE 
 
 XV 
 Cool flames caressed the iridescent strings 
 
 Wherewith his harp transfigured clod and cloud. 
 Bright chords thereof to heavy death gave wings, 
 
 And lined with gold of dawn night's purple shroud : 
 Yea, and the lunar bow his lyre endowed 
 With every palpitating hue and tone 
 That glorifies with melody earth's groan; 
 While sometimes crimson grew his instrument 
 As awful war a weeping color lent. 
 
 PALADIN OF PEACE 
 XVI 
 
 For sowers in captivity he sang, 
 
 Uplifting an emancipating note. 
 Not unacquainted with the bondman's pang, 
 
 For manacled humanity he wrote; 
 
 And unto Peace did he his voice devote, 
 For Peace was his religion, and the sword — 
 Drawn even by the people, he abhorred; 
 And saw he that incendiary rage, 
 That rather burns than builds, vain war must wage.* 
 
 ♦Written before the war. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 19 
 
 PARADOXICAL GLORY 
 
 XVII 
 
 Fortune permits not any man to mount 
 
 In all ways over others. While she lends 
 She likewise takes away, and none may count 
 On her consistent favor, for she bends 
 The being she uplifts, and hail descends 
 Upon the highest heads. So did she stab 
 The bard herself redeemed from regions drab, 
 And threefold lightning blasted half his brain, 
 Lest he on earth should god-like strength attain. 
 
 BEAUTY RESTRICTED 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Taint of mortality can none escape, 
 
 For hangs on every pilgrim's soul a pall. 
 Care, like a shadow, haunts each carnal shape, 
 And if not facts, then fallacies, plague all 
 That walk the earth, or shall we say — that crawl: 
 And seems each grace some weakness to entail,— 
 As heights rise cold, and flowers white prove frail, 
 While soon is sullied snow. Larks sweetest sing, 
 But golden voice denies them gorgeous wing. 
 
20 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 FRIGID HEIGHTS 
 
 XIX 
 
 Forbidden bough, of thy informing fruit 
 
 Must all condemned humanity partake, 
 And follows bitter strife between the brute 
 And angel in us. Spirits most awake 
 Most feel internal discord. Whirlwinds shake 
 The bosom and the brain of them that scale 
 The heights that peer above the drowsy vale ; 
 And more, far more, for each mis-step they pay 
 Than do the loungers on the lower way. 
 
 VOLCANIC HEARTS 
 
 XX 
 
 Man is a soul caught in a carnal mesh, 
 
 Whence come his inconsistencies and woes. 
 A captive in incorrigible flesh, 
 
 The fettered spirit wars with many foes ; 
 And sad humanity's incessant throes 
 Denote that day and death contend within : 
 The liberating light at last must win. 
 But tears and tribulation now abound, 
 And writhing forms are in all regions found. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 21 
 
 NEED AND GREED 
 XXI 
 
 Foul is the multitude of mouth and mind, 
 
 Yet how shall creatures harassed as they are, 
 
 And girt about with governance unkind, 
 
 Remember, as they moil, the morning star? 
 No marvel if fair thoughts abide afar 
 
 From squalid dwellings, when in gorgeous halls 
 
 Is only found such charity as galls, 
 
 And art is made a toy to please the taste 
 
 Of epicures that want not, though they waste. 
 
 TOIL THAT TORTURES 
 XXII 
 Excessive labor is the modern curse, — 
 
 Prop of its pride, and pillar of its pain; 
 For plunderers that deify the purse 
 
 From brothers' tears their revenues obtain. 
 
 More souls they crush than are in battle slain, 
 For though the victims perish not so fast, 
 They desperately strive, and die at last 
 With backs untimely bowed; for Greed's behest 
 Permits not minds to rise, nor limbs to rest.* 
 
 * Written before the war. 
 
22 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 COFFERS IN CONTROL 
 XXIII 
 
 Yea, Gold is all, and grace of no regard, 
 For Midas reigns, with petrifying touch, 
 
 And that which glitters evermore is hard, 
 
 And money now makes might, that seizes much. 
 
 Not swords that cleave, but cunning hands that clutch, 
 
 To-day subdue the world, while coin makes kings 
 
 To whom defeated labor tribute brings, 
 
 And justice nods, and faith and freedom pass, 
 
 According as these monarchs dross amass.* 
 
 CHILDREN AS CHATTELS 
 XXIV 
 
 Lo, even children bend to tasks that break, 
 
 Performing work that weakens the mature: 
 
 Thus are they sacrificed for profit's sake; — 
 How else might capital rich spoils secure? 
 And want makes victims easy to procure. 
 
 Death lurks in dividends, and work is war, 
 
 When men the Yellow Deity adore ; 
 
 For rather sleek our masters be than mild, 
 
 And Avarice considers not the child. 
 
 * Written before the war. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 23 
 
 GOLD FETTERING GRACE 
 XXV 
 
 And woman, nature's miracle of grace, 
 
 The pearl beyond earth's other gems divine, 
 
 Must enter in the mad commercial race, 
 
 For which is even coarser man too fine. 
 Plutocracy, the blame for this be thine ! 
 
 For brothers shield not sisters from the strife 
 
 For that thy reign too strenuous makes life, 
 
 And frantic quest of lucre makes so keen 
 
 That daughters seek to lead, though formed to lean. 
 
 FOES OF FLOWERS 
 XXVI 
 
 And sometimes virgins, if they would advance, 
 Must win the favor of some varnished ghoul: 
 
 Yea, under Gold's despotic governance, 
 
 The price of their preferment oft is foul. 
 If they resent the smirk they face the scowl : 
 
 And in the garnished store, and on the stage, 
 
 Unfettered felons scarcely will engage 
 
 For valued places, daughters who disdain 
 
 To vend celestial gifts for mundane gain. 
 
24 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 FRIENDLESS INDIGENCE 
 
 XXVII 
 
 What heaviness the serfs of labor know, 
 That earn in factories a little food. 
 Not Jeremiah could portray their woe, 
 
 Nor paint the sorrows of their servitude. 
 The poor may not such penalties elude; 
 For bullion, being dear, makes brethren cheap, 
 While smiles may shallow be, but frowns are deep, 
 And hardly shall misfortune find a friend, 
 For oftentimes do preachers but pretend. 
 
 HELOTS OF INDUSTRY 
 XXVIII 
 
 How groans in torrid mines the modern thrall. 
 
 How like infernos often foundries are. 
 Here there be pits that might a fiend appal, 
 
 Yet shine their master's palaces afar. 
 
 Out of the furnace rises fortune's star; — 
 Ruddy as gold that in a crimson tide 
 Deeply is steeped to make a crown for pride. 
 Such scarlet prizes Christians combat for, 
 And oft is yellow dross dyed red with gore. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 25 
 
 CHAOS 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Some drudge too much, while some too little toil, 
 
 And vainly some for occupation seek; 
 Yea, often fruits for lack of plucking spoil, 
 
 While willing hands in idleness grow weak 
 On not refreshing fare. What vicious leak 
 And vile obstruction must conjoined impair 
 A mart so mad. Wealth weaves not anywhere 
 Kind bonds that could all guilds together bind, 
 Though none may wholly see while some are blind. 
 
 THE GIVER STONED 
 XXX 
 
 Columbia, thy Singer crucified 
 
 Shared not the affluence whereof you boast. 
 The Poet that might well have been thy pride 
 
 No friend in power found from coast to coast. 
 
 Because he sweetest sang you mocked him most, 
 And never he thine approbation knew. 
 The more he gave the bitterer men grew: 
 Strength calling crude, and sentiment uncouth, 
 And hissing at the dulcet voice of truth. 
 
26 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 LOYAL ALTHOUGH WRONGED 
 
 XXXI 
 
 But thy foundations by the free were laid, 
 
 And though his blood by sons of thine was shed, 
 He deemed that always poets thus are paid, 
 
 And loved the land wherein he bowed his head. 
 For thee his breast would valiantly have bled, 
 And soon he trusted would the Eagle break 
 The fetters Greed hath forged; for naught might shake 
 His faith that thou wert favored of the skies, 
 And destined far to reach, and high to rise. 
 
 STILL THY SON 
 XXXII 
 
 And though his name you unto death ignored, 
 Thy largeness entered in him, and thy verve 
 
 Was in his soul apparent, as it soared 
 
 Despite or yoke or chain. He scorned to serve 
 In little sanctums, nay, nor would he swerve 
 
 From Truth's most thorny path. So in his sphere 
 
 As firm he proved as was the pioneer 
 
 That trod the western trail ; and he is thine — 
 
 Thou Land of the Unbroken Battle Line. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 27 
 
 NATION ANOINTED 
 XXXIII 
 
 Beacon of Nations is thy rightful name, 
 
 And always should thy states resemble stars. 
 
 Thy torch of Freedom heavenward should flame, 
 Consuming chains, and melting prison bars: 
 But Mammon now thy native lustre mars ; 
 
 And often are thy people trodden down 
 
 As low as serfs that kneel before a crown ; 
 
 For gold is power, and man grovels when 
 
 The purse is mightier than sword or pen. 
 
 CHARITY? 
 XXXIV 
 
 In temples consecrated to the sick, 
 
 Wherein free service supplements advice, 
 There, even there, may captious pride be quick 
 
 To prove that donors may have hearts of ice, 
 
 And for their gifts exact a galling price. 
 Rail ye at carving of the conscious hound? 
 Faith, human hearts all scarified are found 
 E'en where the poor are healed. O Charity, 
 How often is contempt allied to thee ! 
 
28 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 WARDERS UNWORTHY 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Ye skies, if ever harshness be in vogue 
 
 In wards where man ostensibly is kind, 
 How suffers he whom brethren label rogue, 
 Who back of bars forbidding is confined. 
 Not to a tomb imagine him consigned, 
 For death doth never torture. Sepulchers 
 Contain not cruel keepers. Nothing stirs 
 To bind or scourge within the voiceless vault, 
 And there no fiend pays felon for his fault. 
 
 CRUELTY UNCONDEMNED 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 Now nothing so inhuman makes a man 
 
 As law that sanctions in his sight his crimes. 
 Seems conscience scarce to glimmer when the ban 
 Of legal wrath descends perchance betimes 
 On one that stumbles where another climbs. 
 They that the place of guardian profane 
 More sin than do transgressors they restrain, 
 For cruelty add they unto contempt, — 
 From censure safe, though not from sin exempt. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 29 
 
 SOPHISTS MADE SULTANS 
 XXXVII 
 
 Now have we courts where sit judicial kings, 
 That prate, like tyrants all, of right divine. 
 
 If pose were proof of probity, might wings 
 Adorn these judges, that as further sign 
 Should halos have, — yet is their sway malign. 
 
 Like Czars unto the populace are they, 
 
 Yet do they still financial chiefs obey, 
 
 Making the law a labyrinth and snare, 
 
 Yea, and the high assize a covert lair. 
 
 TYRANTS OF TO-DAY 
 XXXVIII 
 
 Not by the people, nay, but all by these 
 Columbia is ruled, for void they make 
 
 Each statute that may plutocrats displease, 
 
 Whom worship they for wealth; so do they break 
 The nation's charter, prating — "Lo, we take 
 
 Our lofty stand thereon !" Thus land called free 
 
 In sooth is a judicial monarchy, 
 
 Wherein is truth contempt, whose meed is chains, 
 
 And like a prince the pettifogger reigns. 
 
30 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 TRIUMPHANT USURPATION 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 Until that Court malignly made Supreme 
 
 Of autocratic power is deprived, 
 Rich gifts will more degrade us than redeem, 
 For Avarice its ruthless strength derived 
 From that tribunal, which by craft contrived 
 To seize its sovran place. Reduce its rank, 
 Else chains that glitter constantly will clank 
 On labor made a thrall, — yea, and the cross 
 Less will possess us than the God of Dross. 
 
 BONDAGE OR BEGGARY 
 XL 
 
 Civilization worse than savagery 
 
 Is that wherein must anxious legions choose 
 Or crucifying toil or beggary, 
 
 Alternatives all flesh would fain refuse ; 
 
 While profit only to the proud accrues, 
 Who while the world lies sick rest satisfied 
 For that themselves so fully are supplied. 
 They that most power have to remedy 
 Appalling ills, contented cry — "Let be" ! 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 31 
 
 CAPTAINS BY CRAFT 
 XLI 
 
 Thus thou, Democracy, art overthrown ! 
 
 Torn is the charter that the Eagle gave. 
 Our captains by their cunning may be known, 
 
 And they that most should serve do but enslave. 
 
 Dead are the free, and dying are the brave, 
 And all the weary sowers shackles wear: — 
 If this be Liberty let man despair ; 
 But still are we permitted to aspire, 
 For Freedom, like the Phoenix, springs from fire. 
 
 REAPERS THAT SOW NOT 
 XLII 
 
 And will the favored harvester not heed 
 
 The sower's cry, and grant his plea to reap? 
 
 Shall men be but as pawns controlled by Greed, 
 
 Whose numbers make their souls and bodies cheap? 
 Can conscience in a golden prison sleep, 
 
 And hark not when the poor for justice call? 
 
 Must great possessions make the spirit small, 
 
 And may the heart be satisfied with wealth 
 
 Expended selfishly, and grasped in stealth? 
 
32 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 EQUITY 
 
 XLIII 
 
 The metal trails of travel and of trade 
 
 Whereon do thousand engines course the earth, 
 For man and not his masters should be laid, 
 
 For lord and lackey brethren are from birth, 
 Whose souls, when nobly weighed, have equal worth. 
 Give then unto the multitude all mines, 
 And break the fetters wherewith Greed confines 
 The frugal spinners that for spendthrifts toil, 
 And let but them that plough possess the soil. 
 
 MAKERS MOCKED 
 XLIV 
 
 Weavers of silk or samite, that must wear 
 
 Scorned coats of shoddy: Horny hands, that glean 
 
 Where softer hands have garnered: Serfs that bear 
 The burdens of a world that mocks as mean 
 The shoulders that support it: Craftsmen keen, 
 
 That carve rich gifts, yet nothing rich can buy : 
 
 Builders of mansions, that to huts must hie 
 
 When evening calls them home. Friends such as they 
 
 The day now breaking better will repay. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 33 
 
 SONG BY THE DEPARTED SINGER 
 THE PATH TO PARNASSUS 
 Seventy sad times and seven 
 
 Have I trodden Gotham's streets, 
 Highest singer under Heaven, 
 
 Marching unto new defeats. 
 Seventy sad times and seven 
 
 Following some futile quest, — 
 Ever striving, never thriving, 
 
 Weary, yet devoid of rest. 
 
 Call we this the path to glory? 
 
 Seems such bitter journey blest? 
 Tells the Muse no brighter story 
 
 Where she most is manifest? 
 Call we this the path to glory? 
 
 Yea, for bards none other know: 
 He that rises earth devises 
 
 Only to reward with woe. 
 
34 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 JUST DIVISION 
 
 XLV 
 
 More to the many, less unto the few, 
 
 Thus should commodities divided be. 
 Let captains all be chosen by the crew, 
 
 Else shall no man of modest purse be free. 
 Authority inclines to tyranny, 
 Even among the leaders of the poor, 
 And never sleeps the pride that would procure 
 Some prize equivalent unto a crown 
 Wherewith to make humanity bow down. 
 
 INTIMIDATED CULTURE 
 
 XLVI 
 
 Teach vassals in our universities, 
 
 That rightly should be Freedom's best defense, 
 For chancellors thereof bend cringing knees 
 
 To lords whose bounty shames benevolence, 
 Since tarnished are the revenues from whence 
 Are their donations drawn. Much they bestow, 
 But more the awed recipient must owe, 
 For they but give to grasp, and all that take 
 Their bribe-like guerdons, must obeisance make. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 35 
 
 CAPS AND GOWNS AWRY 
 XLVII 
 
 Superiority collegians preach: — 
 
 Themselves are saviours of the land, it seems ; 
 Yet how shall base initiators teach 
 
 High things to others? Ere this caste redeems 
 
 The crude, untutored herd it disesteems, 
 It must renounce its crass and cruel rites. 
 He that with worse than savage soul delights 
 To heap indignities on helpless youth, 
 Might learn refinement of the most uncouth. 
 
 THE CULT OF CHANTICLEER 
 XLVIII 
 
 Presumption takes an appellation new: 
 
 New Thought, forsooth, they name pretension now. 
 
 Pride ever prospers if this creed be true, 
 
 Though kings alone had pride enough, we trow, 
 To shake with war the world ; but never bow 
 
 The head in meekness, saith this modern thought, 
 
 For wonders by a lofty pose are wrought. 
 
 Let sheep like creatures modest worth admire, 
 
 Large manners will more potent men acquire, 
 
36 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 DOLOUR VAINLY DENIED 
 XLIX 
 
 Brisk converts spread the gospel of success — 
 Yclept Celestial Science. This some deem 
 
 Our land's religion, that would foil distress 
 With an ignoring smile, and as a dream 
 Dismiss each stubborn ill. Too proud they seem 
 
 Who thus defy misfortune, and explain 
 
 So facilely the mystery of pain, 
 
 Not feeling the divinity of grief, — 
 
 Yet sometimes valor leavens this belief. 
 
 PARLOR ASCETICS 
 
 Each Eastern faith becomes a Western fad, 
 And Asia's esoteric intellects 
 
 In salons preach and pose ; yet bowed and sad 
 Are lands they left, and rightly man expects 
 High proofs of lofty wisdom, and rejects 
 
 The priests whose wards lie prostrate while they tell 
 
 How much their Oriental saints excel 
 
 Caucasian sages. If they be so wise, 
 
 Why do their flocks the pariahs despise? 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 37 
 
 FORGOTTEN SUMMITS 
 LI 
 
 And sins the Church against its soaring spire, 
 
 That over earth arising, seeks the sun; 
 For overlords the soul's perceptors hire 
 
 To sanction deeds by venal barons done. 
 
 Where be disciples of the Lowly One 
 When priests condone the mercenary art 
 That pays indeed the hand, but robs the heart ; 
 While huts too low, and palaces too high, 
 Deface the valleys, or affront the sky? 
 
 A GUIDE ASTRAY 
 LII 
 
 How like a torch o'erturned appears the Press, 
 
 That makes us envy lands where few may read : 
 
 For while denouncing wrongs it would redress, 
 Itself doth reformation chiefly need. 
 It forms rank appetites it seems to feed, 
 
 For always fourth part of the world is young, 
 
 Though dirges for the dead be ever sung, 
 
 And what appeals to fools in vice confirmed, 
 
 Creates in youth gross liking, else unlearned. 
 
38 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 PROFANATION 
 LIII 
 
 Now thrives the charlatan in his pretense, 
 
 For symbols cover all aesthetic sins. 
 Seem they in truth a substitute for sense, 
 
 And oft where reason ends the play begins ; 
 
 While Circe shames the lyric world she wins ; 
 With baleful charms without rebuke unveiled; 
 And song, by sensuality assailed, — 
 Celestial song, the language of the sky, 
 Full low declines as flutter tunics high. 
 
 BRIGHT FOUNTS DEFILED 
 LIV 
 
 Hallowed should be the histrionic art, 
 
 For potent is that art for good or ill. 
 Through eye and ear it enters in the heart, 
 
 To cleanse or to corrupt. It should fulfill 
 
 A mission always moral, while it still 
 Enshrined the light-winged laugh. Its dreams should tend 
 Not to obscure reality, but mend. 
 How must we therefore grieve as now we trace 
 To such a fount, broad currents that debase. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 39 
 
 REMEMBER THE REAPING 
 LV 
 
 There must be tribulation in the state 
 
 When thus abominations blight the stage; 
 
 ?or Nemesis doth watch, though she may wait, 
 And ruthless when she rises is her rage. 
 Beware of vice when there be wars to wage, 
 
 ?or low must lie her votaries at length, 
 
 While verily in chastity is strength, 
 
 \nd righteousness is spear, and shield, and sword, 
 
 When far are battle banners flung abroad.* 
 
 PERSISTENT STORM 
 LVI 
 
 \nd always is the world the seat of war, 
 
 For pride, like penury, knows never peace, 
 knd though in fortresses no cannon roar, 
 
 The elements of conflict still increase. 
 
 Deem not that treaties signed make battles cease, 
 Nor that a dove abides at every door 
 When clash of arms reverberates no more ; 
 For carnal wickedness, and kindred greed, 
 More souls destroy than ever sword made bleed.* 
 
 * Written before the war. 
 
40 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 CONFLICT FOLLOWS CORRUPTION 
 
 LVII 
 
 And not by any filching government 
 
 Can peace, however lauded, be preserved ; 
 For all corruption seeks a fiery vent, 
 
 And thundrous visitations are reserved 
 For purchased senates, and for nations served 
 By sleek despoilers. Horrid Mars may fix 
 The price that for our shameful politics 
 Must yet be paid, and thus may war remind 
 That never are the Gods to guilt resigned. 
 
 THE EAGLE'S JEGIS 
 LVIII 
 Guard thee, O greatest Country, arm and guard! 
 
 Beware the mighty armies of the East. 
 Else more than heavy seas may thee bombard. 
 With most to lose, be not protected least, 
 Lest vultures in thy ravaged borders feast. 
 Get thee more guns, for time it takes to mold 
 Those arms that rout all flesh, however bold, 
 And not with speed could skill or zeal provide 
 The force to stem Invasion's roaring tide.* 
 
 * All the stcnzas from LV to LXVIII, inclusive, were written before 
 America entered the war. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 41 
 
 RIGHT NEEDS MIGHT 
 LIX 
 
 Truly is peace Columbia's desire, 
 
 For howsoever grievous be her faults, 
 She seeks not to extend, in manner dire, 
 
 Her buoyant reign ; yet to repel assaults 
 
 Should she prepare, for only metal halts 
 The march of crowned dictators, and to save 
 Our Southron wards from swords that might enslave, 
 Is our benignant mission, that demands 
 The wise enrollment of protective bands. 
 
 CLOUDS ACROSS THE SEA 
 
 LX 
 
 We ne'er would fight, save only to defend 
 
 Our Western continents from Eastern hordes, 
 That yet may on this hemisphere descend 
 
 With weapons far more terrible than swords. 
 In Europe there be military lords 
 That fain would strut afar; and Asia, too, 
 Hath hosts whose peaceful visits we might rue, 
 Fcr soon would brown or yellow clash with white, 
 Though souls be all one hue in Heaven's sight. 
 
42 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 BUCKLERS MADE BROAD 
 
 LXI 
 
 Laud ye the Dove, and bow before the Lamb, 
 
 Whose followers do rather bless than blast. 
 Though monarchs to the Lion may salaam, 
 Such liberty as can all storms outlast 
 May but abide with nations that hold fast 
 To spiritual things. Yet still beware 
 Of squadrons drilled abroad, and rear with care 
 Such bulwarks as could rigidly beat back 
 Devouring wolves of war, should they attack. 
 
 PREPARE THE SPIRIT, TOO 
 LXII 
 
 Mighty America, if war must come, 
 
 May'st thou with heart as well as hand prevail, 
 
 And sing not any more, when sounds the drum, 
 
 Weak songs conceived in wine ; for turn most pale 
 Cheeks flushed too much with pleasure, when assail 
 
 Things altogether sharp. Know, too, that bribes 
 
 Can but provoke an alien foeman's gibes, 
 
 Although at home may they lax stewards bend 
 
 Till Retribution's flaming bolts descend. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 43 
 
 SOURCE OF THE SHADOW 
 LXIII 
 
 Had Peace not been contemptible and cruel, 
 Then had not awful strife therefrom ensued ; 
 
 For Avarice and Vice provided fuel 
 
 For fiery War, that hath with blood imbrued 
 Lands where embattled Greed sad hosts subdued 
 
 Ere thundered any gun. Thou, too, beware, 
 
 My too complacent Country, for you share 
 
 The tyranny and license that at last 
 
 Begat abroad the storm we view aghast. 
 
 CRIMSON THRONES 
 LXIV 
 
 While there be dynasties there will be wars, 
 For polished scorn, that courts personify, 
 
 Enacts political and social laws 
 
 That manhood burns to break. All thrones deny 
 The Dove of Fellowship: hence vultures fly 
 
 Around each royal house; and swords will reign 
 
 Till pride evokes, not homage, but disdain. 
 
 Then may all crowns, ere hosts now hot have paused, 
 
 Melt in the conflagration they have caused. 
 
44 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 OTHER EMPERORS 
 LXV 
 
 And kings there be that no proud title claim; 
 
 Financial kings, on seats of dross enthroned. 
 Kings in authority though not in name, 
 
 Whose praises are by even priests intoned. 
 
 They also utterly must be disowned 
 Ere triumphs amity; for haughty Greed 
 Demands that multitudes or bow or bleed, 
 And peace abides with only brethrenhood, 
 That always is by Avarice withstood. 
 
 THE BROAD BUT CROOKED PATH 
 LXVI 
 
 The Pen's imaginations waxed depraved, 
 
 And beauty had departed from the Brush. 
 In music melody no more was craved, 
 
 And oft had carven marble cause to blush. 
 The Crow, forsooth, was jeering at the Thrush, — 
 As though insipid must be song not coarse, — 
 As though things fair could have nor depth, nor force ; 
 And paved with such perversions was the path 
 Whereon came awful Thor in all his wrath. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 
 KINDRED DUPLICITIES 
 
 LXVII 
 
 Predicted scribes that battles would no more 
 
 On widest fields be waged. Declared they too 
 
 That envy, though it swayed their sires of yore, 
 Infected not themselves. When lo, they slew 
 A singer most profound; while Europe drew 
 
 This sanguinary planet's reddest blade. 
 
 Here might comparison in crime be made, 
 
 For such inhuman wiles as foster wars 
 
 Destroyed the Chosen Voice of Western Shores. 
 
 WAR AND THE PROPHET 
 
 LXVIII 
 Yea, there was consanguinity in guilt 
 
 Between the continents called New and Old. 
 Blood in torrential streams abroad was spilt, 
 While not afar, by stratagems less bold, 
 And yet, perchance, more callous, yea, and cold, 
 Was pierced a prophet's heart. Ha, do ye laugh, 
 Ye that would hemlock brew for bards to quaff? 
 Know, then, that stern though stellar laws requite 
 Like angry Gods, the bands that minstrels blight,* 
 
 * Written before America entered the war. 
 
46 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 SACKCLOTH THAT SHINES 
 
 LXIX 
 
 Priests are Nietzscheans if they be not poor, 
 
 And hence by haughty prelates brushed aside;— 
 For spiritual grace may not endure 
 
 To dwell where souls in sackcloth are denied. 
 Should vestments be of satin? Not till pride 
 No more consorts with pomp. The hovel cries 
 Against the mansion, for what lords despise 
 Themselves do oft create; and famished want 
 Condemns contentment that looks never gaunt. 
 
 THE CROSS OBSCURED 
 
 LXX 
 
 Not Christ, but Caesar, dominates the Church. 
 
 Think not that war could otherwise so scourge 
 Caucasian nations. Much doth blood besmirch 
 
 Embattled brothers' altars. Prayer must purge 
 Cathedrals of their dross ere priests may urge 
 With potent eloquence their angry flocks 
 To love fraternal Peace. The cannon mocks 
 The Christian preacher, and proclaims with force 
 That crowns, or yellow coffers, hide the Cross. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 FATAL REVELRY 
 LXXI 
 
 The dying spirits dance, and likewise drink, 
 And perish of their own fulfilled desire ; 
 For revels Vice upon destruction's brink, 
 
 And out of pleasures builds the fool his pyre. 
 The very stars be instruments of ire, 
 Whereby is darkness evermore reproved, 
 And man, though far from orbs so fair removed, 
 Still must revere those hierarchs of light, 
 That while they garnish, also govern, night. 
 
 INJURIOUS COMFORT 
 LXXII 
 
 Obese the spirit grows in luxury, — 
 
 Yea, and the flesh must hardy fibre lose 
 On viands very rich. Our food should be 
 
 As fuel giving force, and all our thews 
 
 Should strengthened be thereby. Wise diners choose 
 Nor spicy sauce nor sweet, for simple fare 
 Is all our being wholesomely can bear. 
 And like as Spartans strictly should we train 
 The sinews that both hand and heart sustain. 
 
48 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 LIGHT UNRELENTING 
 LXXIII 
 
 Regard not nature as a gentle nurse, 
 
 For drastic are her ways with gourmands weak, 
 And each unlicensed cup makes she a curse 
 
 Outweighing far the joys that topers seek; 
 
 And vengeance she infallibly will wreak 
 On all who slight her laws. Since she is strict, 
 And fails not ever fully to convict 
 Each rash transgressor, always man should live 
 In fear of light that can no lapse forgive. 
 
 LICENSE HATH HARSH LAWS 
 
 LXXIV 
 
 Inherent is the chastisement of guilt, 
 
 Whose sentence never wholly is deferred. 
 On less than sand are sin's foundations built. 
 And automatic scourging is incurred 
 By every wayward joy. They all have erred 
 Who deemed that guile could license keep secure, 
 For all unbridled appetites insure 
 Their own corrective pangs; and none escape 
 Such laws as give to sots a sodden shape. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 49 
 
 GREAT IS GALAHAD 
 LXXV 
 
 Not as a penance, but a privilege, 
 
 Do saintly spirits promise to be chaste. 
 The vow of chastity is not a pledge 
 
 Of frigid sacrifice, for mystics taste 
 
 Angelic joys, while wanton lovers waste 
 Life's beatific fire. Souls turned to swine 
 See not themselves, but mask with maxims fine 
 The morals of the stye. Be not deceived — 
 High quests are but by Galahads achieved. 
 
 NOT PALLID SNOW 
 LXXVI 
 
 Beauty of Holiness ! If that bright text 
 
 Deeply were felt, and highly understood, 
 
 Hopes of a fairer world, called now the next, 
 On earth might be fulfilled ; for being good 
 Men would be glad, and age might be withstood. 
 
 Then hear, ye maids that scan the mirror, hear ! 
 
 The best cosmetic is a conscience clear; 
 
 And not alone the lily, but the rose, 
 
 Its sweet complexion on the pure bestows. 
 
BEAUTY IS PURITY— PURITY IS BEAUTY 
 LXXVII 
 
 Only in goodness dwells abiding grace, 
 
 And therefore they that plastic beauty prize 
 
 Most should abhor the vices that deface 
 
 The soul's apparent structure. Lustrous eyes 
 Proclaim a light less tangible, that lies 
 
 Within the deeper heart. The Artist, then. 
 
 Should worship purity, and prove to men 
 
 That form cannot be fair if thought be foul, — 
 
 Else blinder shall he be than any owl. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 51 
 
 THE STAR THAT NEVER SETS 
 
 LXXVIII 
 
 Art may decline, as once in marble Greece 
 
 From fairest heights she fell ; but never sets 
 The star of Science, for as years increase 
 
 So mounts she more and mere. Ne'er she forgets 
 What once she well hath learned, nor ever lets 
 Discovered knowledge die ; nor will she fail 
 At last to vanquish death, and pierce the veil 
 That seems the tomb to shroud. Like angels, then, 
 Will shine now murky earth's transfigured men. 
 
 NEW MEANS BUT OLDEN ENDS 
 LXXIX 
 
 Saints still are stoned, and earth hath martyrs yet, 
 Though neither steel now torture them, nor fire. 
 
 Still are true priests by Sadducees beset, 
 
 While harps arouse the crowned Philistine's ire ; 
 And truth encounters persecutions dire, 
 
 For Sophists in the seats of judgment sit, 
 
 And ancient error reaps new benefit; 
 
 While keen as wolves in quest of fleecy prey, 
 
 Our gilded autocrats pursue their way. 
 
52 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 THE ARISTOCRACY OF AVARICE 
 LXXX 
 
 All save themselves should don a uniform 
 
 If these rich lords might altogether reign ; 
 
 And labor's only stronghold would they storm 
 With Asiatic hordes : yet these that fain 
 Would crush their countrymen with such disdain, 
 
 Like renegades bow down to foreign kings, 
 
 And treat vain titles as celestial things. 
 
 Slaves in their worship, traitors in their scorn, 
 
 At home they hector, but abroad they fawn. 
 
 CORONETS ACCURST 
 LXXXI 
 
 But can aristocrats be still admired? 
 
 Aristocrats, who cast the carmine gage 
 
 That moved skilled hosts, with Cain-like frenzy fired, 
 To dedicate all industry to rage, 
 And pen red history's most scarlet page? 
 
 And will the richest daughters of our land 
 
 Seek still some scornful lordling's empty hand? 
 
 Will not such social treason to the state 
 
 Beneath the people's banner now abate? 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 53 
 
 GILDED STRIPES 
 LXXXII 
 
 Plebian Pomp of many lackeys brags, 
 
 Thus boasting of its power to debase; 
 
 For livery more lowers man than rags, 
 
 And never peace will bless our warring race 
 While potent governors themselves disgrace 
 
 By shaming them that serve. Forget not this 
 
 Ye mentors that deplore as most amiss 
 
 The war beyond the waves; for in the West 
 
 The branded soul in gaudy plush is drest. :|: 
 
 BADGES ABUSED 
 
 LXXXIII 
 
 Consider, too, how Gotham's stout police 
 
 Oft wantonly their midnight truncheons wield. 
 
 Are we in sooth true champions of peace 
 When thus authority defiles its shield? 
 Though Albion takes now the tented field, 
 
 Not ruthless are the guards of London town, 
 
 For loath are they to beat transgressors down, 
 
 And though on battle's horrors we descant, 
 
 Our manners be not mild, but militant.* 
 
 * Written before America entered the war. 
 
54 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 CANKERS IN SUCCESS 
 
 LXXXIV 
 
 Though often grievous faults cause men to fail, 
 
 Yet sins there be peculiar to success. 
 Are but the wanderers called fallen frail? 
 Might not the proud infirmities confess? 
 There verily is physic in distress 
 That purges souls of pride; while goals attained 
 With blood of brethren frequently are stained, 
 And hardly may true sympathy abide 
 Where love of glitter all is gratified. 
 
 PURSES IMPOTENT 
 LXXXV 
 
 Wealth may fine feathers wear, but finer faces 
 Much bullion may not buy. Nay, even Gold, 
 
 Although a God, may not command the Graces, 
 For sweetest flowers only will unfold 
 On virgin soil, and cultivation cold 
 
 Evolves but orchids bathed too much in musk, 
 
 That breathe Circean odors in the dusk; 
 
 While at the wayside modestly may bloom 
 
 A bud too rich for any crystal room. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 55 
 
 THE BRAVE IN BONDAGE 
 LXXXVI 
 
 For sins are some rejected, some retreat 
 Because of maladies that mar the brain, 
 
 And oft infirmities explain defeat, 
 
 Yet harken, ye that failure so disdain, — 
 
 The good may lose where grosser creatures gain, 
 
 For that their spirits are too brave to bend 
 
 To tyrants that might aid them to ascend ; 
 
 And low may such be brought, and tightly bound, 
 
 For having rather spurned than loved the ground. 
 
 DELECTABLE DEFEAT 
 LXXXVII 
 
 Some nobly fail, while others basely thrive, 
 
 And oft will even triumphs well achieved 
 
 Congeal the bosom, and the heart deprive 
 
 Of warmth that must expand ; and therefore grieved 
 May be the Gods, and mortals much deceived, 
 
 By victories in worldly manner won ; 
 
 While sometimes deeds delectable are done 
 
 By men that would atone for faults confessed, 
 
 Whose kindness is contrition well expressed. 
 
56 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 INTERLUDE 
 
 O pale gold song, if precious be thy hue, 
 
 Wherefore art thou throughout the West repaid 
 With disavowal? Why with taunts gainsayed 
 
 In isles where acclamation most is due, 
 
 And not with roses recompensed, but rue, 
 
 In fields thou makest fair? Seems night afraid 
 Of orbs whereby it grandly is arrayed? 
 
 Nay! Yet dull eyes dread often visions true. 
 
 Ah, if the lyric heart but hated be, 
 
 Fear, fear, ye silver doves, to be so fair, 
 And all ye flame-clad birds, in secret wear 
 Your always red array. Soar not, but sleep 
 Where never gales thy vivid grace may see, 
 
 And warble never, lest she therefore weep. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 57 
 
 SONG BY THE DEPARTED SINGER 
 THE LYRIC CROSS 
 
 Because long thorns my laurels be, 
 
 Because I thrice have drained the gall, 
 
 Because my home is Calvary, 
 
 Because my song is mocked of all, 
 
 Because I have no peer in pain, 
 
 My harp can deathless heights attain. 
 
 And I, that stir not any string 
 
 That first my blood hath not imbrued, 
 
 And I that in the tempest sing, 
 
 Hence sing with strength of storms endued. 
 
 I that am nailed unto my lyre 
 
 Speak therefore with prophetic fire. 
 
58 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 GORY ESCUTCHEONS 
 
 LXXXVIII 
 
 New Attila would cast down all mankind 
 
 Himself to still uphold; and all his caste 
 Would burn, or stab, or suffocate, or blind, 
 Poison or drown the world, to so hold fast 
 To their patrician powers. They would blast 
 The skies to save their order. In their pride 
 All things not Caesar's have they thrust aside ; 
 For autocratic spirits thus aspire 
 To places only won by deeds most dire. 
 
 ARCHITECTS OF ARMAGEDDON 
 
 LXXXIX 
 
 These captains only could control retain 
 
 Even along their own Germanic Rhine, 
 By seizing alien soil. If o'er the slain 
 
 Their spiky helms triumphantly could shine, 
 Red victory would hosts at home incline 
 To honor tyrants still. Learned they this law : — 
 Barbaric crowns demand barbaric war, 
 For peace advances things more civilized : — 
 Hence awful Armageddon they devised. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 59 
 
 HEIGHTS INHUMAN 
 XC 
 
 The Hun on Horseback tramples freedom flat. 
 
 Across a prostrate world would he parade : 
 And spurning conscience to accomplish that, 
 
 Of fire and air hath he foul weapons made. 
 
 Not dire enough for him were bomb or blade. 
 Super-Gorilla ! Man hath he surpassed, — 
 Witness thereto his victims scorched and gassed. 
 Rise, rise, Democracy! And so hale down 
 This Kaiser of the Sanguinary Crown. 
 
 FRAGILE STRENGTH 
 XCI 
 
 Call no man strong, for always flesh is frail, 
 
 Despite apparent force. The body's thews, 
 
 However vigorous, may not avail 
 
 'Gainst sudden bolts; and never Spring renews 
 The form that once is crippled, nor can dews 
 
 A faded mind refresh. All lofty thought 
 
 One stroke may disarrange, and render naught. 
 
 The all-engulfing grave holds nothing great, 
 
 And souls are wisest when they supplicate. 
 
60 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 THE HIGHER VICTORY 
 
 XCII 
 
 May war our hearts to higher onsets urge 
 
 Against proud greed, whose very gifts veil guile. 
 Perchance the Hun again is Heaven's scourge, — 
 A scourge incurred by venal years and vile. 
 As him we fight, let all things that defile 
 More than the sword be feared. Much freedom lost 
 Now let the world recover. Match war's cost 
 With moral gain. With blood are we baptized 
 That despots might be evermore despised. 
 
 PRETENSION DEPOSED 
 
 XCIII 
 
 For only visible accomplishment 
 
 Hereafter honor men. Let vapid rank, 
 Whereby has merit been deposed, and pent 
 
 In circles lower, prance no more and clank 
 O'er patient toil cast down. Chiefs should we thank 
 For service only. They should wear no star 
 Whose names are nobler than their natures are. 
 Prone have we been mere postures to applaud, — 
 Henceforth to proven worth each prize award. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 61 
 
 CONVERTED BY CONFLICT 
 XCIV 
 
 War should revive us, — yea, it should convert 
 
 Cold hearts and fevered heads, and both make sane. 
 
 Then shall its rigor heal as well as hurt, 
 
 Then shall our wounded suffer not in vain. 
 No foe afar is half so much our bane 
 
 As torpitude within. Out, lamps that blight! 
 
 There is a soul of gloom in garish light ; 
 
 For always dissipation spells disease. 
 
 And red elixirs reek with deathful lees. 
 
 THE STAFF OF TRIUMPH 
 XCV 
 
 Let there be liberty ! Let there be growth 
 
 Of all that makes the strength of man humane. 
 
 May war diminish gluttony and sloth 
 
 As precious compensation for its pain. 
 
 Since we but fight to end the War God's reign, 
 
 Let not cupidity ourselves enslave ; 
 
 Nay, nor intemperance, that is the grave 
 
 Of high endeavor. Righteous let us be, 
 
 For virtue is allied to victory. 
 
62 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 ENLIGHTENED WARFARE 
 XCVI 
 
 Even as athletes hardily prepare 
 
 For valiant sport, so we, in days like these, 
 Should ban each pleasure that would strength impair, 
 
 For vanities most plague whom most they please; 
 
 And he that lolls remains not long at ease. 
 Prone to be sick are creatures that are soft. 
 Now let us live as men that look aloft. 
 Like Freedom's Gladiators, swift and hard, 
 Ten thousand thousand should Old Glory guard. 
 
 MEANEST RENEGADES 
 
 XCVII 
 
 Falsest of men are factors that defraud 
 
 Their native land while legions die for it. 
 As limbs of Judas should they be abhorred, 
 And served as foes for liberty unfit. 
 Suspected overlords alone permit 
 Such thieves to thrive, for though they wear a mask, 
 To pierce such semblance is no hopeless task 
 For rulers who themselves are all sincere, 
 And through corruption's visor care to peer. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 63 
 
 GORGE NOT 
 XCVIII 
 
 Lords of most precious larders, where are stored 
 All things that armies eat, — lift up your eyes, 
 
 And cease, for threatened Freedom's sake, to hoard 
 The bread of victory. Can ye but prize 
 Corroded profit, while your Country cries 
 
 For sacrifice supreme? While hosts are slain 
 
 Will ye but glory in ignoble gain? 
 
 A pampered form implies a famished soul; — 
 
 Fear then to wax too fat on venal toll. 
 
 LOWEST LOVE 
 XCIX 
 
 He that loves not his country more than life 
 
 Loves then a life that rodents might despise, 
 
 And calls not more the cancer for the knife 
 Than cowardice for extirpation cries. 
 Not to some haven, but to Hades flies 
 
 The fugitive from duty. Furies greet 
 
 The craven at the goal of his retreat: 
 
 For terror with the timid heart abides, 
 
 And never safe is he that meanly hides. 
 
64 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 VENALITY FAR DIFFUSED 
 
 Why charge we that commanders famed for coin 
 Destroyed a bard whom never barons knew? 
 
 Faith, may not magnates precious things purloin 
 From serfs they see not? Yea, 'tis sadly true, 
 And golden maws exhaled the breath that slew 
 
 The Voice arisen, for beyond their marts 
 
 Their sordid aura even taints the arts, 
 
 And miserable henchmen have they made 
 
 Of advocates not occupied with trade. 
 
 SEERS NARROWLY SEEN 
 CI 
 
 And prone are prelates also to oppose 
 
 New prophets now inspired ; for not inclined 
 
 To rites or ancient rituals are those 
 
 Who most to-day uplift the heart and mind; 
 And deaf may priesthoods therefore be, and blind, 
 
 To men of lyric vision, who descry 
 
 Our Age's omens with divining eye: 
 
 And oft they bear the name of infidel 
 
 Who by their living faith deep things foretell. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 THE PROPHET'S CROWN 
 
 CII 
 
 Congealing pride hath rich men led astray — 
 
 Love they the power given by their gold. 
 For sake thereof sell they their souls away, 
 
 And still accumulating, grow more cold : — 
 And he whose story now is being told, 
 The great protesting spirit of the age, 
 Was doomed to feel the ruling power's rage, 
 And wear the crown of thorns, and drink the gall, 
 For still must prophets bear the woes of all. 
 
 THE TEST 
 
 CHI 
 
 Upon the advent of the Muses' priest 
 
 Society's true worth forthwith is weighed. 
 If false men be, they him neglect as least 
 Of undeserving ones; but well repaid 
 Are fearless harps in forums not afraid 
 Of truth divinely sung. Who then can trust 
 The moralists whose bard without a crust 
 Starved as they richly dined? How shall they hide 
 When all men hear the music they denied ! 
 
66 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 THE BARD OF BROKEN HEARTS 
 CIV 
 
 Great woes that all men fear, and many feel, 
 Familiar were as heart beats unto him ; 
 
 For new equivalents of rack and wheel 
 
 His rest curtailed, and all his tasks made grim. 
 Thick was the air, and even daylight dim, 
 
 Where lived he far from love, and banished there, 
 
 Where toil was Tophet, fearful did he fare. 
 
 Long hanging on the Sacrificial Tree, 
 
 Brother of Sorrows let his title be. 
 
 BEAUTY BESET 
 
 CV 
 
 Chaste opal, now thy haunting glamour hide, 
 
 For when thy soul was woven into verse, 
 The Age of Brass might not such odes abide, 
 And hence the Singer's halo was his curse. 
 His car of triumph was a lowly hearse, 
 For when his harp diffused thy moonlight hue, 
 All Sheol rose against such grace, and slew. 
 Then seek, nocturnal gem, some starry mine, 
 For being fair, thou art for man too fine. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 67 
 
 THE CROSS IN THE CLOUDS 
 CVI 
 
 The poet is a creature of the clouds 
 
 That drift between low earth and lofty Heaven. 
 
 He lives above the world's ebullient crowds, 
 
 But while supernal light his clay may leaven, 
 He learns that though black sins be only seven 
 
 Life's crosses may be countless ; and he finds 
 
 Himself the centre of cyclonic winds ; 
 
 While for each fleeting glimpse of Paradise 
 
 He pays expatriation's awful price. 
 
 LIGHT OUTLAWED 
 CVII 
 
 For it is writ in nature's tragic book, 
 
 And deeply on the singer's brow inscribed, 
 That he who may on truth and beauty look 
 
 Must live neglected, and must die proscribed. 
 
 To him shall never glory be ascribed 
 Till death mocks eulogy. So shall he find 
 That men most cruel are to hearts most kind ; 
 And madness, consummation of his woe, 
 Shall seize him on the heights, and overthrow. 
 
68 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 FAIR BUT FATAL 
 CVIII 
 
 Since Beauty's visage never is convulsed, 
 
 Why asks the Muse of Song such sacrifice 
 
 That all save wounded suitors are repulsed, 
 
 Though myrrh they bring, and every pleasant spice? 
 Ah, why will only tears of fire suffice 
 
 To move a spirit altogether fair? 
 
 Death, only Death, can cause thereof declare ; 
 
 But still will melody true hearts entrance, 
 
 Though first must storms else listless strains enhance. 
 
 AT LAST DEFINED 
 CIX 
 
 Genius is Christ within us ; — 'tis the flame 
 
 That saves with sympathy a world else lost : 
 
 And oft though green-eyed pedagogues defame, 
 Its light grows never less, although its cost 
 To him that hath is great, and jealous frost 
 
 Assails its soaring fire. When, therefore, gibes 
 
 Reward the ardent singer that describes 
 
 Veiled things with magic voice, be sure that still 
 
 Men crucify their king upon a hill. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 69 
 
 TALENT AND GENIUS 
 CX 
 
 Appealing to impenetrable hearts 
 
 The harp whose note soared highest throbbed in vain: 
 For kindliness, when genius comes, departs 
 
 From lesser talent, that itself would reign; 
 
 While often culture teaches mean disdain, 
 Or graces that but gloss, and who shall prize 
 The voice of verity, by woe made wise, 
 When pride proclaims the priest, and sordid gods 
 Engender song that sinks, and art that nods. 
 
 STORM TRANSPOSED 
 CXI 
 
 Lacked not the thunder an interpreter 
 
 When purple chords with tortured hands he smote ; 
 For tempests his sublime companions were, 
 
 And never gales were from his course remote. 
 
 Through leaden night winged he a silver note, 
 And hark'ning to the roaring hurricane 
 He hymned the requiem of armies slain ; 
 For space did rather magnify than mar 
 His vision, though the red storm raged afar. 
 
70 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 RESIGNATION 
 CXII 
 
 He wrote not as do they that live at ease, 
 
 But with a spirit suffering and sad: 
 Nor were his lyrics such as lightly please, 
 
 Though lives of men will they at last make glad. 
 
 A bruised, but not a bitter heart, he had; 
 And though his earthly stipend was disdain, 
 He hated not the authors of his pain, 
 But felt that all obeyed necessity, 
 And that his grief fulfilled his destiny. 
 
 NONE CAST OUT 
 CXIII 
 
 No wayward child of woman did he blame, 
 
 For neither height nor depth by man was made. 
 
 Out of the cosmos with a cry he came, 
 
 Not having fashioned sunlight, nay, nor shade. 
 Not his the law that causes buds to fade, 
 
 And flesh makes also frail ; for higher power 
 
 Conceived the weed, as well as formed the flower, 
 
 And spirit that impels us to ascend 
 
 Abandons not our being when we bend. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 71 
 
 SONS OF NECESSITY 
 CXIV 
 
 Yet truly bitter penalties there be 
 
 For all transgressions, and all grace we lose 
 
 By moral laxity, that men may see 
 
 What course the God within each heart pursues; 
 Yet lo, that Will which good or ill can choose, 
 
 Without its own volition first was born, 
 
 And in our souls contending death and dawn 
 
 Obey Necessity's unchanging law, 
 
 Whereby is won or lost internal war. 
 
 FLOWERS BORN OF THORNS 
 CXV 
 
 Therefore to sorrow did the bard consent, 
 
 Not breathing maledictions on his foes. 
 From martyrdom springs much to not lament, 
 
 And worthy was the poet of his woes. 
 
 Lo, even bitter wind from heaven blows, 
 And they that laugh but little wisdom learn, 
 For purest lights through shadows we discern, 
 Yea, heaven's glory is by day concealed, 
 
 And but by night are noblest orbs revealed. 
 
72 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 PERSECUTED WINGS 
 CXVI 
 
 But sad it was that he whose harp was born 
 
 To preach the truth, and spread the law of love, 
 
 Should balked have been by them that look with scorn 
 On everything that cometh from above. 
 Who immolate the lamb, and slay the dove; 
 
 Who cage the thrush, and bruise all blossoms sweet; 
 
 Who are most happy when they grab or eat, 
 
 And being many, can together blight 
 
 The few devoted bearers of the light. 
 
 SORROW ASCENDANT 
 CXVII 
 
 Such was the persecution of his soul, 
 
 Denied its beautiful and high desire, 
 And subject to a sordid world's control 
 
 Though burning with the earth's most precious fire. 
 
 What are the ends that such sad means require? 
 The answer lies beyond our narrow scope, 
 Yet cannot heaviness extinguish hope. 
 We trust that sorrow rises, and will rest, 
 And grief we deem medicinal and blest. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 73 
 
 GREENEST EYES 
 CXVIII 
 
 There was not one, not one, of all the throng 
 
 That prate of brotherhood, and love, and light, 
 
 But raged in secret at his lofty song, 
 
 And hated him upon his lonely height. 
 
 O moon and stars, how mean is worldly might! 
 
 How self-deceiving are such guides as these. 
 
 Still prospers the proud tribe of Pharisees. 
 
 False even in the councils held within, 
 
 They own not even secretly their sin. 
 
 SOLITARY BUT UNSHAKEN 
 CXIX 
 
 But not detraction, not indifference, 
 
 Not blindness, nor dissecting sight too sharp, 
 
 Not art that was a pose and a pretense, 
 
 Not codfish culture, prone to sniff and carp, — 
 Not all might shake the faith that fired his harp. 
 
 Its day he knew was deathless, and its dusk 
 
 The shadow of a transitory husk 
 
 Which hid awhile the everlasting heart, 
 
 That sang on earth, yet dwelt from dust apart. 
 
74 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 GRACE FROM GLOOM 
 
 CXX 
 
 He out of tribulation garnered grace, 
 
 And hid within his breast the lyric tear. 
 With harrowed heart, but unrevealing face, 
 He met such fortune as the bravest fear. 
 New sorrow would with each new scene appear 
 And all the world's false gods frowned on his way, 
 For neither would he praise them nor obey, — 
 Evincing so the valour of the meek, 
 Whose attitude nor wilful is, nor weak. 
 
 BRIGHTNESS SADLY CONCEIVED 
 CXXI 
 
 Night knew not shadow dolorous as he, 
 
 Nor sighed the wind so deeply as his soul. 
 None other son of earth did angels see 
 Afflicted like to him; such woeful toll 
 Takes genius on the chosen, and such dole 
 On alien heaths feel they; for wrath and storm 
 Beget the rainbow, whose transcendant form 
 Comes heralded by clouds. Asks mortal why? 
 Yea, and the heavens do but answer — "Die." 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 HIS BRETHREN 
 
 CXXII 
 
 No friends had he save the unfortunate, 
 
 Who in the dusk continually dwelt. 
 Brother was he to men of scant estate 
 
 Who like himself both fire and frost had felt. 
 
 His music could but wounded bosoms melt, 
 For conquest turns men cold, till they attack 
 The grace themselves, despite their triumphs, lack ; 
 Resenting much the poet's vision keen 
 That penetrates the most pretentious screen. 
 
 TREASURES NOT TERRENE 
 
 CXXIII 
 
 His was the golden accent of old Greece, 
 
 Yea, his the everlasting Orphic shell ; 
 Yet stellar wealth could but his want increase 
 
 In this bribed world of brokers, whom no spell 
 Not cast by coinage, can or charm or quell. 
 Hence though he clasped the Harp of All the Years, 
 The rivers of the world to him were tears, 
 Whose springs within all bosoms he beheld, 
 Though in their proud concealment he excelled. 
 
76 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 HANDS OF EVTL HUE 
 
 CXXIV 
 
 Ye men of words, within whose haunts he bled, 
 
 The day of retribution now draws nigh. 
 Deem not the love of dulcet language dead 
 Because men rightly pass your jingles by. 
 Ye slew the Harper that alone stood high, — 
 Slew him that had the gift ye feigned to seek: 
 O, with his blood your hands shall always reek ! 
 Ye gazed contented while the vulture tore 
 One that could higher than the eagle soar. 
 
 HEARTS WITH HORNS AND HOOFS 
 
 CXXV 
 
 Though bears may growl, and bisons madly glare, 
 
 Ye more inhospitable are than they, 
 And never crept the jackal from his lair 
 
 More darkly than met ye your native prey. 
 O vacant hearts, your best ye always slay ! 
 And more do ye authentic genius hate 
 Than snakes abhor a form erect and straight. 
 More venomous than any viper is 
 Wax such as ye on hearing song like his. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 77 
 
 ARROWS OF ENVY 
 CXXVI 
 
 The gift of melody his heart possessed, 
 
 Conjoined with tribulation so intense, 
 Might tenderly have moved a tiger's breast, 
 
 Or vultures touched with poignant eloquence. 
 
 But hark, ye scribes, whose arrows him drove hence: 
 In vain he sought your citadels of cant, 
 For envy's heart is triple adamant, 
 And easier shall stones be made to feel 
 Than jealous souls be moved by Song's appeal. 
 
 THE PEARL DEFAMED 
 CXXVII 
 
 Now Genius, that is earth's supernal gem, 
 
 Is coupled with decadence. Fire divine 
 Inflated dullards shamelessly condemn 
 
 As something almost foul ; for souls that shine 
 
 Eclipsed pretenders more today malign 
 Than ere did clods before. Hark how they rail : — 
 "Great bards are vain, or mad, or sick, or frail" ; 
 While cries some clam-like literary clan:— 
 "The prophet scarcely was a gentleman." 
 
78 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 MEASURING THE IMMORTALS 
 CXXVIII 
 
 Fain would these gentry the immortals judge 
 As fops might true reformers estimate. 
 
 For mediocrity's familiar grudge 
 
 Against the highly good, and therefore great, 
 Leads pompous little coteries to prate 
 
 About the manners of some soaring mind 
 
 Whose only social code is to be kind. 
 
 The smallest word that ever envy said 
 
 Berates some deathless voice as underbred. 
 
 EARTH'S GRANDEST NAME CORRUPTED 
 CXXIX 
 
 Were gentle not a name assumed by scorn, 
 A name that pomp is licensed to profane, 
 
 A name of all its native sweetness shorn, 
 A name that every tyrant takes in vain, 
 And did it prove a man in sooth humane, 
 
 Well might the world that Christian name revere, 
 
 For brothers would it not abash, but cheer ; 
 
 But now is it a title to deride 
 
 As being but a prop for meanest pride. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 79 
 
 PETTY ETIQUETTE 
 
 cxxx 
 
 Patrician breeding merits but contempt, — 
 
 The Flunkey's Bible founds thereon its laws ; 
 
 Nor is anointed royalty exempt 
 
 From pettiness the parvenue adores, 
 And every truly knightly soul abhors. 
 
 Sham culture, and veneered gentility, 
 
 New pomp, and ancient pride, as one agree 
 
 To mock at honest manners, and applaud 
 
 Such customs as with only cads accord. 
 
 THE THRONE OF SONG 
 CXXXI 
 
 But on the Cross can epic lays be sung, 
 
 For none save he that suffers on the hill, 
 Pre-eminent in agony among 
 
 Uncounted co-inheritors of ill, 
 
 May stir the harp eternal, and fulfill 
 The prophecies that fire the firmament 
 Ere stellar grace to mortal tongue is lent. 
 Yea, only hearts most hurt may wake the chord 
 Whereby are spirits that were dead restored. 
 
80 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 BENIGN STORM 
 
 CXXXII 
 
 Though still is loveliness allied to joy, 
 
 In shrouded places dwell all dreams profound. 
 The storm that seems malignly to destroy, 
 Like some satanic influence unbound, 
 May still celestial principles expound ; 
 And sharp though be the pale wind of the north, 
 Miasma may not bide its coming forth; 
 While often stinging pests incline to swarm 
 Where earth is fecund, and the air is warm. 
 
 SOURCE OF SUBLIMITY 
 CXXXIII 
 
 When after many mediocre years, 
 
 By regnant scribes and Pharisees made mean, 
 The poet that is prophet too appears, 
 
 Through guise most lowly is his glory seen. 
 
 Not proud is his approach, nor yet serene, 
 But like a martyr, bleeding doth he march, 
 With only heaven for triumphal arch, 
 Till high as Calvary he dares to climb. 
 Where anguish makes his utterance sublime. 
 

 THE REJECTED VOICE 81 
 
 PRELUDE TO A REQUIEM BY THE DEPARTED 
 SINGER 
 
 As melancholy as the deep lament 
 
 That breathes through vibrant boughs when fall the leaves, 
 And nature for her garlands withered grieves, 
 
 Is that unheeded voice that here gives vent 
 
 To lyric sighs, that in a bosom rent 
 
 Were born of pain, that evermore conceives 
 
 The singing heart, that breaks till death retrieves 
 
 The beauty man repays with banishment. 
 
 But sad though be the song, its throbbing source 
 
 Exceeded far in dolour any dirge 
 That ere through twilight swelled ; though not remorse, 
 Nay, but a world remorseless, tore the breast 
 Whose sorrows through these poignant stanzas surge, 
 Like waves that only rise in quest of rest. 
 
82 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 RADIANT PROOF DERIDED 
 CXXXIV 
 
 Ye lords of letters, might it be allowed, 
 
 By ye, that so uplifted are today, 
 That Genius by the Muses most endowed 
 
 Should slighted live, and pass unwept away? 
 
 With scoffs ye this deny, yet answer — "Yea," 
 The mighty songs he disregarded sang. 
 Say that the serpent hath no more a fang, 
 But say not that by arbiters like ye 
 Could poet aught save immolated be. 
 
 THE REST IS RETRIBUTION 
 CXXXV 
 
 Like Judah in the sacred long ago, 
 
 False priests ye bless, and all true prophets ban. 
 Among ye walked a bard whose name was Woe: 
 
 For drink ye gave him dregs, for bread but bran. 
 
 Rejoice, entrenched detractors, while ye can; 
 But certain be that when his wrongs are known 
 Ye heavily shall pay for every groan 
 Whereat of yore ye laughed ; for whom ye slew 
 Such voice upraised as death can but renew. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 83 
 
 DISSONANCE CALLED IDEAL 
 CXXXVI 
 
 And blatant advocates of brethrenhood, 
 
 Whose rasping speech was like their spirits coarse, 
 As much as sleekest sycophants withstood 
 
 A voice whose fineness was allied to force ; 
 
 For none can perfect grace from strength divorce: 
 Hence choirs that think to sing, but only shout, 
 Cast, with a snort, a harp like Homer's out. 
 Its classic euphony they called a fault 
 Because their staves could but the ears assault. 
 
 TONGUES, TONGUES, TONGUES! 
 CXXXVII 
 
 And noisy orators of anarchy, 
 
 Or preachers of Eutopian extremes, 
 
 Who rail at reason that cannot agree 
 With fair but futile economic dreams 
 Born of the moon's imponderable beams, — 
 
 These, like Philistines, banned the Singer's mind, 
 
 That soared, yet knew how slowly mounts mankind ; 
 
 And thus each rash as well as regnant class 
 
 Opposed the Prophet that did all surpass. 
 
84 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 ISOLATED LIGHT 
 CXXXVIII 
 
 In loneliness his spirit's glory lay, 
 
 And likewise lav therein his worldly loss. 
 
 Not any wilderness, nor desert gray, 
 
 More barren could have been than was the course 
 He through rich highways took ; for no remorse 
 
 Feel they that slay brave singers, since the gift 
 
 Whose melody can multitudes uplift, 
 
 Wholly is hateful to the haughty few, 
 
 Whose postures ill comport with aught so true. 
 
 LUMINOUS SHADES 
 
 CXXXIX 
 
 Dark winds to him were dulcet, and his song 
 
 Made loss supremely lyric. Every strain 
 Revealed an exiled heart, condemned to long 
 For glad isles far away ; while each refrain 
 Imparted a new nocturne unto pain. 
 High orbs whose hallelujahs ne'er are hushed 
 Scorned not the gloaming euphony that gushed 
 From him to heaven ; for the sky reveres 
 The music that atones for mundane tears. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 THUNDEROUS PTNNACLES 
 
 CXL 
 
 In him reached suffering its apogee, 
 
 For sorrow hath its summits, and with throes 
 Is fire divine from muffling flesh set free,— 
 
 Set partly free, for though the spirit glows 
 Through sublimated walls, they still enclose 
 The essence shining, and while waxing thin 
 They most torment the brighter self within ; — 
 Yea, travail rives the soul that seeks the day 
 As lighter grows its prison house of clay. 
 
 WISDOM UNWELCOME 
 CXLI 
 
 He was a prophet, so he warned in vain ; 
 
 He was a seer, so hated was his eye ; 
 He was a poet, so they mocked his pain, 
 
 He was a dreamer, so they let him die; 
 
 For Troubadours of Truth must perish by 
 The meanness they unmask ; and coming war 
 Roused dread vibrations in his breast before 
 World hate awoke ; yea, pangs of his presaged 
 The tempest brewed in Tophet, ere it raged. 
 
86 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 THE ALCHEMISTIC HARP 
 
 CXLII 
 
 All shadows he transmuted into songs, 
 
 And made cimmerian misfortunes serve 
 As strings for his deep shell, while from his wrongs 
 Was melody distilled, yea, grace and verve 
 His voice derived from woe; for skies reserve 
 Their higher gifts for them whose earthly state 
 Is furthest from the affluence called great 
 By vassals of the world, who rail or jeer 
 At gems which draw the light of Heaven near. 
 
 GRIEF'S HALO 
 
 CXLIII 
 
 Afflatus of the moon his music had, 
 
 And Morning Star, and Star of Evening too, 
 Made luminous his song, albeit sad 
 
 Must strains so moving be, and orbs he knew 
 That did with aura not of earth endue 
 A vision golden even in its grief, 
 Whose depths endowed with loveliest relief 
 Dreams fairer than the dimpling break of day, 
 Dreams never garish, nor yet ever gray. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 TRAGIC COMPANIONS 
 
 CXLIV 
 
 Well was his soul acquainted with the snow, 
 
 And knowledge of the hail his heart possessed. 
 The tearful rain did on his harp bestow 
 
 The gift of liquid speech, till he addressed 
 The grievous storm in anthems that expressed 
 The grandeur clouds enabled him to view: 
 Likewise he searched the depths that make the dew 
 Profound as well as clear ; while out of frost 
 He fashioned silver strings, though pangs they cost. 
 
 FALL HIS FRIEND 
 
 CXLV 
 
 Young Spring with vernal energy vouchsafed 
 
 To buoy his sometimes bruised and bleeding feet ; 
 For though in chains his spirit often chafed, 
 His muse, transmuting bitter into sweet, 
 In March remembered May ; while Summer heat 
 Kept kind his injured heart ; but Autumn's soul, — 
 Not dim though deep, like twilight's aureole, 
 Endowed his music with a golden mood — 
 Not crabb'd like Winter, nor like April crude. 
 
I THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 GENEROUS ONLY WITH WORDS 
 CXLVI 
 
 Finding but show while seeking substance went 
 The Twilight Bard, who did as victim test 
 
 The specious pen and parchment sentiment 
 
 That scribes, for praise and pay, compose with zest. 
 How false are they his wrongs make manifest. 
 
 Their lips salute the sky, their hearts the ground; 
 
 Their gifts are words, their sympathy but sound ; 
 
 For in the world whose livery they wear 
 
 Wealth is a hound, and poverty a hare. 
 
 MASKED PHILISTINES 
 CXLVII 
 
 Their kindness is confined to printed page, 
 With precept it begins and likewise ends. 
 
 The voice that soars awakens but their rage, 
 That grows according as the song ascends. 
 Death to the Lark their governance portends, 
 
 And like besetting shadows they assail 
 
 The spirit gifted as the Nightingale: 
 
 Yea, with the fowler's execrable skill 
 
 They capture Heaven's Troubadours, or kill. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 89 
 
 A GRAVE THEIR GIFT 
 CXLVIII 
 
 They would have mocked the Son of Mary, they 
 
 That such a giver such a welcome gave. 
 Behold, their prophet also was their prey, 
 
 Although his coming they professed to crave. 
 
 What should have been his kingdom was his grave. 
 Forgive, ye skies that blue above us bend, 
 Still, as before, America defend, 
 Though wont of yore hath Heaven been to rage 
 'Gainst lands where suffered singer, saint, or sage. 
 
 HOW THEY HAIL THE HARP 
 CXLIX 
 
 False are the sounding tongues that make accurst 
 The garrulous professions. Aught they say, 
 
 Like breath-filled bubbles that a breath will burst, 
 Lacks even the solidity of spray. 
 None hate so much sincerity as they; 
 
 And when the skies a miracle perform, 
 
 And boundless heights and depths conceive in storm 
 
 A fiery Voice, that gives to words true worth, 
 
 Their shouts of crucify proclaim his birth. 
 
90 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 SUBSTANTIAL DREAMS 
 
 CL 
 
 They that with steel, with mortar, and with stone, 
 
 The castles of ambitious commerce build, 
 Or will that widest archways shall be thrown 
 Across historic tides, — theirs is a guild 
 Whose visions are by verities fulfilled ; 
 And mighty and yet modest are such men: 
 But tribes that fondle purse, or flourish pen, 
 Are politicians all, — who stalk or prate, 
 Yet more consume than ever they create. 
 
 COMMON CLAY PUFFED UP 
 CLI 
 
 Desire like conquerors to domineer 
 
 Moves not war-chieftains only. Shapes that stalk 
 
 Like spirits privileged to frown or sneer, 
 
 Obstruct each low as well as lofty walk 
 Of rampant life; though speciously men talk 
 
 Of brethrenhood : yea, cliques to fame unknown 
 
 Form little oligarchies of their own; 
 
 While pleasure's votaries lean most to pride ; — 
 
 None care to dance where some are not denied. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 91 
 
 SELF-CONSUMING DOLE 
 CLII 
 
 O blessed dispensation, that all pain 
 
 Must be its own destroyer, and that woe 
 Consumes the nerves till pangs no more remain, 
 
 As feeds red flame on brands that make it glow; 
 
 Though horrible theology shriek — "No!" 
 Calling its fiendish doctrines hope and faith. 
 Love is a myth, and reason but a wraith, 
 If dolour follow death ; but earth and sky 
 Say to all souls — "Fear not the Great Good-bye." 
 
 DEATH MALIGNED 
 CLIII 
 
 Religion like a staff can man sustain, 
 
 Yet some it makes morose, and others mad; 
 
 And often hath it planted seeds of pain, 
 
 Confounding faith with fear, and making sad 
 The rising of the sun, for none are glad 
 
 That call death worse than cold: yet men set free 
 
 Will license oft mistake for liberty, 
 
 And yielding to intemperate desire, — 
 
 Their pleasures turn to plagues, — their loves breed ire. 
 
92 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 TRUTH'S TABERNACLE 
 CLIV 
 
 A Church on visible foundations reared, 
 With righteousness as its eternal rock, 
 
 Wherein should virtue highly be revered, 
 
 A Church whose fold refused not any flock. 
 
 That praised the soaring mind, yet would not mock 
 
 The supplicating knee. That called elect 
 
 Each human soul, whatever its defect. 
 
 Such Church our drifting generation needs 
 
 Like dawn to rise above the dusk of creeds. 
 
 A SHRINE FOR ALL 
 CLV 
 
 Not under spires alone, but in each spot 
 That innocently may attract or cheer, 
 
 Should be enrolled such bands as hunger not 
 Oft soporific homilies to hear. 
 Whether afar they congregate, or near, 
 
 Enough if they adopt the Church's name : 
 
 So every field not vicious might it claim ; 
 
 Nothing exacting save the single vow 
 
 To keep the moral code, oft threatened now. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 93 
 
 PLEASURE SANCTIFIED 
 CLVI 
 
 Each sport, each labor, each activity, 
 
 That wholesomely can occupy rich time, 
 
 And keep from sensual declivity, 
 
 Though rated rather simple than sublime, 
 Should this our Church, not calling doubt a crime, 
 
 In supple bonds embrace ; for none may reach 
 
 Aspirants all, who but reprove or preach. 
 
 Hence ministers not moribund employ 
 
 For holy purposes each harmless joy. 
 
 RELIGION UNCONFINED 
 CLVII 
 
 Union and glad communion hearts require 
 To keep from sin or mournful solitude ; 
 
 But spirits may in other ways aspire 
 
 Than such as are by pious souls pursued 
 That kneel in temples where may not intrude 
 
 The light of every day. Joy may refine, 
 
 And pleasure hath an attribute divine, 
 
 When amiable currents we deflect 
 
 From pride, excess, or sloth, or lax neglect. 
 
94 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 GOSPEL OF BROTHERS 
 CLVIII 
 
 The curse that cleaves humanity is caste, 
 That causes every kingdom to decay. 
 
 It even can the sanctuary blast, — 
 
 Yea, sometimes most it thrives where converts pray 
 And men called worshippers conceive that they 
 
 Ascend when less assuming ones they slight. 
 
 Rear then a Church wherein no more this blight 
 
 May thin the blood, and call not grand, but base, 
 
 The hand withdrawn, or half-averted face. 
 
 BOW DOWN 
 
 CLIX 
 
 Spirit of Glory, shall we call thee God, 
 
 Or art thou greater than the grandest term? 
 Art thou considerate of every clod, 
 
 And mindful, too, of each ambitious worm 
 That would ascend, despite a form infirm? 
 Dost thou with everlasting breath pervade 
 Sublunar forms, that quickly seem to fade? 
 Tombs tell not, yet devoutly do we kneel, 
 For more than brain may find the breast may feeL 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 95 
 
 INTERROGATION 
 CLX 
 
 What could perfection by creation gain — 
 Creation marred exceedingly by sin, 
 
 And likewise plagued by sorrow and by pain? 
 And how could changeless Deity begin 
 To plan dark vales? Could highest glory win 
 
 New triumphs in a world as low as this? 
 
 Why picture the omnipotence of bliss 
 
 Within a star so black? The skies are good, 
 
 But not by man may night be understood. 
 
 MATTER BEGETS SPIRIT 
 CLXI 
 
 Where matter is not, there is nothingness. 
 
 Why call that dead which is alone alive? 
 May not chaste fire and air at dawn express 
 
 Divinest beauty? Do not stars derive 
 
 Their grace from glowing substance? Need it rive 
 The heart of man to feel that sunset skies 
 Owe not to arts miraculous their dyes? 
 All that we dream of spirit, yea, and more, 
 Nature embraces in her boundless store. 
 
96 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 ENCHANTMENT EVERYWHERE 
 CLXII 
 
 Yet why may nature not be named divine? 
 
 Doth not her sovranty enfold ourselves? 
 She is the water, and she is the wine, 
 
 She is the bird that soars and mole that delves. 
 
 No need hath she of faeries or of elves 
 To make mysterious her ancient groves, 
 For runes are whispered where each wild heart roves, 
 And altogether magic is the moon, 
 And even magic is the fire of noon. 
 
 DIVINITY BEHELD 
 CLXIII 
 
 And all the attributes of Deity 
 
 The universe about us manifests. 
 
 The Gods are visible, and love can see 
 
 In every lamp its lord. All growth attests 
 That heavenly are nature's own behests: 
 
 And man is but the highest ape to her, 
 
 Whose doom she therefore doth not long defer. 
 
 Evil is wholly animal, and hence 
 
 Death hides no demons though its veil be dense. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 97 
 
 ORIGIN OF INSIGHT 
 CLXIV 
 
 Came not from chaos our intelligence, 
 
 For by mentality was mind conceived. 
 Thought postulates a psychic fount from whence 
 
 Flowed understanding forth. Love hath believed 
 
 In Over-Love, because the heart received 
 Sweet intimations of its occult source, 
 And reason is a more than mortal force, 
 For only by some principle divine 
 Could man's perception so be made to shine. 
 
 BEAUTY NE'ER PROFANE 
 CLXV 
 
 And do the Gods no answer give to prayer? 
 
 Shine not protecting Deities above? 
 Do skies whose very vapors oft are fair 
 
 Naught hold for man to worship or to love? 
 
 Yea, and we learn devotion from each dove 
 Whose wings like snow are white. For all bright things 
 Likewise are sacred, and the heart hath strings 
 That stretch unto the stars. Kneel then once more, 
 O spirit that wast doubtful, and adore. 
 
98 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 OBEISANCE THAT UPLIFTS 
 CLXVI 
 
 None may with astral elements commune 
 Save in an attitude of prayer and praise. 
 
 Only the kneeling spirit sings in tune 
 
 With firmamental psalms. The mind we raise 
 When neck and knee we bend, and he that prays 
 
 Attracts thereby a light whose constant law 
 
 Can strength as by a miracle restore ; 
 
 For might is in submission, and upborne 
 
 Is he that bows, and so renounces scorn. 
 
 HEAVENLY UTTERANCE 
 CLXVII 
 
 Know ye that poetry is sacred speech — 
 
 Speech too divine to be or coarse or crude. 
 Through splendid language all religions reach 
 The heart behind the clay ; and never rude, 
 Despite their force, are words with fire endued. 
 Yet mark — that Muse whose beauty makes devout 
 Rapt congregations — multitudes now flout 
 As idle froth ; for scribes that balked their best 
 Themselves have made the noblest art a jest. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 99 
 
 UNRUFFLED REST 
 CLXVIII 
 
 All our endurance hath an end in death. 
 
 Pain kills, and then is anguish overpast. 
 The principle of life is joyful breath, 
 
 And only what is fair is formed to last. 
 
 Though young, yet failed the Starlight Singer fast. 
 Few were his years, but sorrow made them long. 
 He bore the burden of the age's wrong, 
 And when his heart might combat hate no more, 
 His soul found Sleep's illimitable shore. 
 
 EMPYREAL FAITH 
 CLXIX 
 
 So passed to Peace, through fire that but refined, 
 One who by trial had been proven true. 
 
 One who had learned the doctrine which is kind — 
 That limits not salvation to the few, 
 But blesses like the skies when they are blue: 
 
 And all the midnight in the hearts of men, 
 
 And all the virulence in envy's pen, 
 
 May not obscure the sun-rise truth he shed, 
 
 For song endures, though sire thereof be dead. 
 
100 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 TOO LATE 
 
 CLXX 
 
 Ah, many will for him hereafter grieve, 
 
 When nothing can he benefit thereby; 
 But none sought once his anguish to relieve, 
 
 Though multitudes above his tomb will cry — 
 "We would not, had we known, have passed him by." 
 Yet be not scribes believed that so protest, 
 For while he lived their like made but a jest 
 Of his distraction. False as truth is fair — 
 Sport they derived from his supreme despair. 
 
 GOLD INCORRUPTIBLE 
 CLXXI 
 
 Had he displayed such riches as must rust, 
 
 His silver voice would quickly have prevailed; 
 
 But he among the merchants dared to trust 
 In lasting wealth alone ; and therefore failed 
 His quest for earthly food, and therefore railed 
 
 The autocratic word-men that professed 
 
 Much to adore the fire he most possessed, — 
 
 Celestial fire, which can alone redeem 
 
 From futile dalliance the tribes that dream. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 101 
 
 NEMESIS NEXT 
 CLXXII 
 
 And ye that gave your greatest such a cup, 
 
 Deem not that earth or Heaven will forget. 
 
 Ye blithely filled the awful chalice up, 
 But guilt entails its punitive regret, 
 And surely will the world arraign you yet, 
 
 For wiles win not immunity for wrong, 
 
 And eloquence, though hated, still is strong, 
 
 And hosts at last will question you, and cry — 
 
 "Why left ye Song's Messiah thus to die?" 
 
 DARKNESS PUT DOWN 
 CLXXIII 
 
 He that went wandering in hostile vales, 
 With heart adapted only to the hills, 
 
 One whose demise the guilty world bewails 
 When sated with the cruelty that kills, 
 Like dawn will come when death detraction stills, 
 
 For time and death for martyred voices fight. 
 
 With song then exorcising blinding night, 
 
 Bays on his brow, and lightning in his hand, 
 
 He shall uplift the meek, and curb the grand. 
 
102 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 SWORD OF SUNRISE 
 
 CLXXIV 
 
 Look to yourselves, destroyers, in that day 
 
 When earth the harp thus resurrected hears. 
 His soul survives in songs ye might not slay, — 
 
 Songs that the bondman loves and baron fears. 
 The woe that once seemed weakness but endears 
 When master dreamers of injustice die, 
 And fast shall Pharisees before him fly, 
 And shaken shall be every yellow throne, 
 When comes the Voice of Hearts into his own. 
 
 ASLEEP ON SHORES THAT SING 
 CLXXV 
 
 Where rose his first, there rests his final home, 
 And often pallid tides approach his grave. 
 
 When living he had loved the fields of foam, 
 And been familiar with the wind and wave. 
 The gift of epic utterance they gave, 
 
 And meet it was that he should there repose. 
 
 Released from night and all its nether woes, 
 
 Upon symphonic shores he lies asleep, 
 
 While mounts the Song of Ages from the deep. 
 
THE REJECTED VOICE 103 
 
 CRAGS HIS SEPULCHRE 
 CLXXVI 
 
 Thou art a shrine, thou ancient cliff and gray, 
 
 Whereon is carved the Singer's couch of stone. 
 
 Wild dawns will decorate his tomb with spray, 
 And giant winds will make his music known. 
 More splendid shalt thou be than any throne, 
 
 For birth and death unite thee to a bard 
 
 Like thee made everlasting. Lofty guard. 
 
 And lyric grave ! On thee, great rock, abides 
 
 A heart attuned to storms and crested tides. 
 
 HARP OF HESPERUS 
 CLXXVII 
 
 Stirs not his dust, but his rejected voice 
 
 Highly will soar above the silent tomb. 
 His song will hearts else dolorous rejoice, 
 
 And share not, but transcend, his body's doom. 
 
 Blossoms he left that evermore will bloom, 
 For being lovely, always will they live. 
 Such garlands only the immortals give ; 
 And he that sang on Golgotha alone, 
 In Hesperus will be hereafter known. 
 
104 THE REJECTED VOICE 
 
 FINALE 
 
 Sleep, Harp of Night, that on a brooding shore 
 Idealized the dark. Thy flame divine, 
 On earth refused, doth fairer therefore shine 
 
 In courts like morning clear, whereto can soar 
 
 Delivered Truth, that wears not any more 
 
 A garb or black or gray. Peace now be thine, 
 Lone Singer, that set up a golden shrine 
 
 Among dead hearts, that would but dross adore. 
 
 Bloomed never rose upon a summer bank 
 
 That could the perfume of thy song excel : 
 
 Yet would not autocrats confess thy rank 
 
 Until they shattered thee, O moonlight Shell! 
 
 Yet climbed thy spirit as its casket sank, 
 
 And vanquished is this Valley of Farewell, 
 
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