PS 3503 .E54 L3 1903 Copy 1 abof fop Common (Jood! 'W Selected Poems from my Manuscript 'iaPffiSBY^^R'^Y M BY VIL -LL MS\ I BENIGNUS. •;• : : ;•■ : **\ ••* •• • • :.; • •• • ^Oi- ...0 :*':*•/•' I •:*:• •* • ••• Copyi ight, 190?, by William Benignus. THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, Two Copies Received MAR 23 1903 Copyright Entry CLASS Oy XXc. No. COPY B. ® V ii [] c It b meincm treucn (vveitnbe Otto '^XCttCt, ^^^a)^ana, iieluibmet. i H) e I m 58 e it t g n u § 9Ulu ?)ort Gttt;, C[tent 1903. For Framing-.— Portrait of Edwin Markhain griveii by kind permission of Messrs. McClure. Phillips & Co.. from their copykiohtko edition. EDWIN MARKHAM. '''It is the hour af innn: new Purposes, Broad-shoultered, press against the world's slow gate; And voices from the vast eternities Still preach the soul's austere apostolete. There is a new Sphynx watching by the road! Its name is Labor, and the 7iany, New ^ ..rk City, U. S. A.: price ot each book $1. Supplement to ''Harmony and lenity", with covipiiments to the reader . bv WILLIAM BEXIGNUS. aboPfofGommoiilqood! "'V^, Selected Poems from my Manuscript u gp>ffi@FiYiyRibY" WILLIAM BENIQNUS. 5?^ Copyriiilit, HW;!, by William Beniunu: THE SONG. I heard a Song ! Lo ! — its mate-chord rang and sang in my inmost heart ! It sang and sprang Hke a heaven-flame to the Earth's remotest part I The stone-hearts melted, became like clay which the skillful sculptor kneads, From Song as strong as the great (iod's Lcn'e which Soul into Matter breathes. The Fiends of Darkness, they hid themselves in abysses of the Night ; The Heavens opened and Angels came to help me to bring the IJgJit. Thought* Vvoxn the shore to the distance a pebble thrown stirs up the mirror Of the slumbering lake, — circles rise and expand. The Omnipotent stirs, the Centre, — momently circles Bound up ringing, expand, sweep on in wave upon wave ; And Eternity sings the echoing Songs of the Vastness, Till, — so vast is its lake — , pulsing and pulsing along, Old stars forming to new ones, the dimness changing to brightness. All into quietness melts — Thought finding end in the Source. ♦ ■ ■•■ ■ ♦ Idea, Bowed the head by the forceful, but flitting, evading reflection Of a wandering thought, Man walks, tries to seize it in clearness. Bending his Will to control, when lo! his mind's moving picture Steps into life and takes soul. His eyes, upbrightening, are flashing Forth the Power that builds and creates new things in reaction. So the etherial tides, onwaving from orbit to orbit. Rush with a surge and sigh to their strand,— the counteract flings Back to their ocean them, birthlings, to pulse new force in the ebbing. Niagara Falls* Harmonies, so soft and strong, Organ-peals and thunder-voices, Capturmg, rapturing, mighty noises, — Blending all things in one song-. ^Harmonies, mellow and bright. Of celestial modulation. In their color-revelation, — Blending all things in one light. Lethargic, but sleeping not. From the leap, the water slippeth, Swingeth smoothly, hurrieth, sweepeth Near two miles with ropes of froth. Then, as from gun-barrel shot. Rapids rage, the Whirlpool wrathed, Till the water, smoothly bedded, Oently flows to Sea, its God. =i: * * If we look at t/ic physical Universe es be sold, — White slaves, doivn-trodden, our Republic shaming; Then no more will the poor sink, rot and mould. But not with swords shall this great fight be waged, — Blood-war enough ! (jod, ware the world this wrong, This dripping horror, in its blood-thirst aged! — It shall be waged with temperance, thinking, song! Most beautiful Muse of the "American Singers", Where is a heart, not thrilling with your joy ? You woke so many of your splendid wingers Ikinging from stars pure gold without alloy. Pure songs ! Gold-songs ! ]5ut not of gold that withers ; Oh no ! but gold-songs breaking chains of Earth ; But songs, but loves that loosen clanking fetters, Unshackle men, lift up, give birth, give worth ! Fair songs, floating 'round men like good, kind breezes, You gave to perfect poet, Wallace Bruce; Strong songs, like thunder which the dark sky eases, Sings Edwin Markham, favorite of the Muse ; And swinging, spinning with Earth's wondrous beauties, Softly, but with velocities of stars. Soar over men our William Vaughn Moody s Spherial songs far o'er the heavenly bars. With sounds like windharps, notes like robin's gleeing. With songs as strong as grasp of brotherhand. One singer of the "German" tongue's good being Strikes harp-chords sweet, our Alfred Hildebr a ndt. Blending in One Tune of symphonic sweetness All Earth's great singers, raying in One Light, Speed, winged Muse, speed on with spirit's fleetness And bring to Men the Peace, the Lo7'e, the Right. Sing on, ye poets ! Yet the Golden Ages Shall come to Earth smiling in joy thru tears. Wherever the fight with W^rong a singer wages. This "Glorious Country's Mission" heals, upbears. O fairest Future ! — fair as poet's vision : When men true brothers are, true brothers, then Will come to pass fulfillment of this Mission, This sacred Mission — ^^BROTHERHOOD OE MEN". ^^tsxg^^^. In this great "Stream of Love" drip, — drops that disappear- Words of denial, doiibt and of blasphemy, jeer. Victor Marie Hugo to Louis B. 015 799 482 NOTE: — "Realities ani ^ ., , i /iiNuiES and P^ACTs", I published on my own account. "Harmony and Unity" I hope to see published complete. These three works shall be published as a whole, illustrated, under one title : POEMS OF LIGHT. Dedicated to the Americaji People and thru them to the world. Publishers in New York City being averse to risk the printing of my poems, I decided to publish on my own account "Harmony and Unity" (40 book-pages, 10 beautiful illustrations, partly from photographs taken in the field, partly from paintings by Scheffer, Corregio, Guido Reni), but could only print a small part of my manuscript for the following reasons : THERE IS NO MONEY IN IT! I turned to many a one in this great land: "My human brothers, sisters, lend a hand To bring true light; help me to do my work !" They all turned cold as ice ; they all did shirk. Hearts dollar-stamped ! Unfeeling wood-blocks, stone ! They ridiculed, they grinned, left me alone. "Poems! Oh, w'hat a nonsense! Off with that! There is no money in such workV — they said. WILLIAM BENIGNUS. New York City, March, 1903. Press of John Oehler, Steam Printer, 87 Frankfort Street, New York City, N. Y.