'/////////A' m:^mmmim»!^ ^^i?^^m^M!imm^^ Mm^^////M^?/3//^\^^^hM^^ j^^M^z/M'/a Wail for Titani/^ VISION OF THYRZA OR THE GIFT OF THE HILLS IRIS BOSTON ARENA PUBLISHING COMPANY Copley Square t^tfi^ h-v.. Copyright, 1895, By Arena Publishing Company. All Rights Reserved. ^ ""^ Arena Press. If the trumpet give forth an uncertain sound, who shall prepare for battle.— ^ /*/7) OLYMPUS. Against culture of vice God's anger continually cloth burn, While presumptuous and grandiloquent men pray, " Lord, of all generations the dwelling-place art thou " : Hence we thine indulgence ask, the better portion of Earth to use For culture of vice in ourselves and humanity, for thou A race of clean men and gentle dost choose. Thy character on Earth to illustrate. If 'tis sin, We thy mercy crave, knowing not what we do ; yet Answer as we pray, who would truth learn. Beyond power of delight in simple life educate We God's greatest laiv of IjuiestnictibiHty'' as naught teach. Claiming the sordid honor of a blest annihilation at thy hands, Necessity asking not. "For such as we, even so art Thou " (?) (i8) The Lilies astonished have whispered a tale, That men stand before men, God's Oracle to expound. With a love whose fire is foul, carrying prayer unto Demos (His hound), While maidens with a like diseased kiss white Chastity insult. That hands universal stretch out for strange uses, and o'e,rreach The pure purpose of life, necessity questioning not. And men without poetry of filial love or religion are born To disease and mania by parents elect, a wail of woe universal sent up : As material nature stands up at the doors, echoing as a whole men's lunacy and greed. Passing into the distance, "The Intellectual Power" goes on. (.9) Ah well ! the soul of man our father Homer knew ; of riches gained Within the darkened realm of Pluto's stern abode, beside whose righteous throne The hovering, piteous form of sad Persephone her lonely vigil keeps ; Who prayeth at her feet no lack of intercession hath. PLUTO. Laid waste is the virgin soil with culture of a stench That's a self-imposed vengeance, filling mine Elysium with fragments and chimeras, Which to the human and godlike scarce bear likeness. With the power of thought slain, the life of no avail is foreknown, Yet some phase of genius to every man is Earth's heritage rightful. Arise from thy broadcast sowing of Dragon's-teeth, for (20) Shadows on thy spiritual sight gather, and thou sayest to Fate, Show me the why and the wherefore of my Ufe, and what To my neighbor and fellow-man is "Justice." II Voice ceasing amid the roar of the elements, to sound of heavy machinery the Cyclops chant. || Hear Mate ! We wait — On Beauty ! See Mate ! See thought — As Duty ! Help Mate ! We work — For Beauty ! See Mate ! See work — As Beauty ! My Mate, — she calls, — Excuse me ! My Love, — Is Love — The Servant ! My Law ! — Is Love — The Master ! My Hopes ! — In Love — Redeemer ! (21) II Answering Chant. || ( The Hght behold — The light behold ( Of Egypt, rising now. ( Come tread the mountains fair and watch for the dawn with me. ( Come tread the hill-tops fair and wait for the dawn with me. APOLLO. When men the great principles of life's true usage and thought reclaim, Necessity asking before greed and cash values of filth, 'Tis then the great God in his might comes down ; 'tis then that all Hope And all Love come down. For all Hope and all Love is the Poet's great heart, and all flame. Needless for a child of " science " to the scholar to speak Of "chemical" and "elective affinities," "selection" — the secret he knows. But know ye a circle wherein poisonous things and noxious B,y " selection natural " affiliate, forming new growths of like kind, Which the winds, claiming, send onward a cycle of malarious death and of plague. Ye it place in the Earth, and give to the air ! Hence know ye The clutch of this " Grippe " that's so brutal, the indolent roll Of this sickly wave respecting nor strength, weakness, or good. That " Influenza " men call, a very gentle caress of thy ebon-ej^ed traitor. Unwholesome this vapor of cloud, this aeriform type of decay ; (23) This rarified extract of too aromatic green fields, — call it Nicoti- mania, — This " Providential " (?) shadow of a far too solid eari/ily Industry. Lo ! this is the land where Upas and Hemlock,with deadly Nightshade, Of men's spiritual "Day" and " Night " emblems are made; Where breath of the waving weeds plenteous, united with all of like kind, From the Earth that's in air — such direful impetus given — Returneth again to the senses of men, a mysterious blast Of plague and distress in the land, while they it a " strange Provi- dence " call. Strange honor we do a sane God, with logic that to "Deity" or notohcrc Assigns that which through abuse of culture to mania and useless- ness "predestines" mankind. (24) Descend, gentle Urania ; from thy throne silver-mantled, Urania gentle descend, Our warlike, peaceful errand to men here set forth ; men For whom the unstable flood in slavery pants ; men who've the electric bolt caught, The fiery broom chained that sweeps away poisonous vapors, To mingle no more with the fountains aerial and pure. For so the great Jove Omnipresent "setteth in order His house," Radiantly clear He the canvas doth spread when The jeweled wonder of His garment He paints — Unchangeable, ne'er from Nature's law perfect man's freed ; Hence to "help of the mighty" must woman arise, since in the balance For adjustment by the merciless " eye for eye " law, jesting and blind, (2S) Men place the dread measure evil with their good. And Who the measure of a limitless presumption shall tell ? or the judgments Of Curiosity, by Wisdom restrained not ? Shall Science to herself be untrue, Nature's processes defying ? Rightly used Knowledge, Nature or God may abuse. When o'er all the land vice shall cease to be cultivate, nor esteemed " Industry," The race from tyranny of impotent hereditary negations shall rise. From "spiritual" and elemental Anarchy growing to pure and Great apprehension of the divinity of man. Then shall Material Nature cease to mirror his mania, drunkenness, and child- like greed By Flood, Tornado, and Hurricane ; Earth be visited by habitable "airs " (26) And winds genial, a pacific and immortal clime of glorious youth. With no uncertain sound doth she speak " whose voice is echo of thunders seven," When God's mightiest agent, Nature's vital force. For an tincleaJi tillage of the soil and for traffic unholy is used. Men's " Faith " 's of small import to any until it a basis for thought and act faithful Becomes, when at once, tmiversal in relation, it stands. Genius its power estimates not; and Who the steps of the storm hath measured ? who the track of the wind doth know ? The fire of heaven to Earth's machinery's chained. How think ye ? Shall Love unto culture of a sodden vice his strength lend, his arm consecrate ? (27) Draught-horse for the dunghill ! How calculate we good of this ill? — How the interest compound of this folly sublime ? Fain would I with care speak, To circumstance bowing, and the "day of small things," Yet must we from hence for resurrection of men to wider, more sane " responsibility " stand. Apprehending that creation's in all ways our work, as well as we hers ; That men be not born in or of "Original sin," the fulfilling of ignorant creeds. Neither question of justice eternal, if for some sequence strange he fall on an evil day. To building of Beauty's temple am 1 dedicate, where clang of iron and the ring Of steel are heard not, silent rising as the great stars watchful, and, as they, Far from the rattle of gold in the market-place ; from the flats becalmed of Mammon's Unscrupulous lustihead, far. Ishmaelite of unpicturesque mind and step halting; 151est not with wealth of imagery and power to please. A voice but of expostulation, 1 in undecorated lines give thee dis- course On the " Flower, Fruit, and Thorn " of this princely agricultural pursuit ; Of weeds talk ; of agricultural decay, disease, and weather elec- trical give thee discourse. Since " Love " that includes not responsibility for humanity's babes, includeth naught, (29) 'Mong the yeomanry must conscience professional be honored and taught, Else is " Patriotism " a farce, " Religion " the same, and the hounds Of infidelity licentious o'errun, trampling the gardens of our God. Falsely used power the elements to greater confusion turning, Nature the seeming enemy of mankind becomes, and His destruction by direful self-created casualty imminent. Commingles not like spirit with like ? Thou shalt the Almighty tempt not, nor lay familiar manufacturing hands Upon thy God in a trivial ministry to vice and accursed greed ; The visible expression of soul may not as clay be handled, lest in Earth be too much of awful God, Too little of gentle Love. For He, indestructible, (30) Is consumed not of thy flame, Who back on thee impersonally hurleth the bolt. Who shall the bursting cloud locate ? who the path of the light- ning tell ? Yet men the truth shirk, and, cowardly o'erreaching the pure uses of life, Mould for themselves and their progeny an iron fate. Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy nature, as thy name, Thy kingdom come to Earth, Thy will therein be done ; Daily give us bread sufficient for our need ; Our sins forgive as we forgive, and may thy strength Into temptation lead us not, from "evil" still delivering. (30 But now unto us cometh Hermes afar with fair Vesta the Cypress bough bringing, She who in homes of the Earth yet tendeth the flame celestial. ^ J/oia\— Maiden, how comest into presence of the gods, decked with an Indian's paint and plumes ? Dangling at thy waist as though in mockery of the mystic cestus of our Mother Venus, thou dost wear what 'pears a circlet of green Peacocks' eyes — f/c-s/d. — Gently, O great World Daemon ; thou knowest how on Earth My lord "The Eagle's Eye " much of self-knowledge had, And much of mythologic wisdom of the world, and medicines. When to thy hunting-grounds happy his spirit took flight. These things he by will to me gave, saying that 'twere well a woman should have that about her, might in self-defence be used. (32) And so this circlet of Fox-galls gave he me with word that in thy very sight — your pardon — - by process of " inocu- lation " — 'Tis the last, most simple terrestrial specific for " natiirai deceitfulness.'''' Many other extracts have I, but they are secrets of the craft, For much self-knowledge had the Eagle's Eye, and much of wisdom mythologic gave he me by will. But I, alas ! had not within this charmed circle faltering stood, save to defend an ideal and fulfil an augury. For though on Earth my strength be spent, and failure's misty crown my brow o'ercast, still 'twas " The Eagle's Eye " that to the chieftains said, " The Fleet of Foot's " my little " Brave." And so I still am jealous for a race of reckless men. (33) IF//0 to tJiis simple maid hath given the cup ? II As Vesta assumes the majesty of Juno. || He7-mes. — One Ganymede, my lord. A quick uplifting doth on some scant brains act as a lunacy. Apollo. — Fair sister and friend, whose greatness stoops not false- hood and trifling to recognize or emulate, 'deeming it "policy" ; ef " Cynical experiment" takes no note or at Calumny's beck opes the reservoir sealed, wherein the filth or pettiness of Earthy tongues is careless dropped ; Who mistakes not woman's jealous honor for envy's swart brood, or place gives to idle curiosity ; whose anger when expressed's not rolling of the wild beast's eye, but righteous, just, and sad, " master " to none saying, who unworthily his state holds. (34) How shall the hapless lover unto thee make prayer, whose lady hath upon him looked with eyes of indignation ? By thy changing brightness and the golden glory of thy faultless form, I dream anew of hopes immortal, beau- teous brow. " Serene I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea ; I rave no more 'gainst time nor Fate, For lo ! my own will come to me." Festa (Again transformed). — Thou knowest my wont of old, beguiling gods and men through trance and dream and vision, oft showing them the future's hospitable face to lead them out of self's desponding mood and grasp of cold despair. But much I am traduced, and much the ungracious unimpassioned have to tell of weakness, led by me to ruin's brink, but yet I say, and ever to thee say, whose soul still of remorseless passion speaks, *' Go — seek the maid Whom golden Aphrodite shall persuade. To lay her hand in thine, and follow thee," etc. Else to Love shall thy secret prayer, be as the flower — modest and perennial — ye in her garden by Dian"s fair light do secretly plant, for friendship's cordial remem- brance a plea. As Morning that loveth and groweth serenely to even. As Hesper that hateth, yet loves, and waiteth, It becomes error when, through passion of self-abasement, any shall his godhead believe of less dignity than one true heart's "faith" in it. (36) Who the life assumes, the thought defining of the ' words To be? Whose soul upon the barren waste is poured, The heavens besieging with repentant tears ? There being no evil in God's primal heaven, the soul whose motives, The body whose machinery, will not bear analysis, of a physician have need. But where shall Titania, the fairy, find help, a home to create Where men upholster and stuff with inventions so dire. With Walnut, Marble, and carven Mahogany malignant in vain she doth wrestle, crying, Help ! O Fairies ! Sisters ! How ever can I sweep here? Come give us a lift, This thousand-pound bedstead and square rood of wardrobe To heave into the fire, Lunatic ! Aye — Concept Imperative, (37) E'en the song-birds in sad and sweet plaint have o'ercircled my head, Whispering that women, their inanimate forms Haunting. Make parade in a butchery fantastic the death of an innocent joy:, Silent go to them, sister, say they, and recommend "song." 'Tis thus we for your love a highway cast up. And thus we for your love a standard lift up. Who with song comfort ye. Comfort ye, Comfort my people, saith God. A MEDICAL CIRCLE. II Enter Hermes in garment of Priest. Leveling a telescope at a small stream upon the horizon labeled Fluid Aqua, Unboiled. (38) Your pardon, m}- masters learned and brave, but I wish to know Have ye late had news of the star where " Poverty" and " Fire " are so feared that Into streams and pure waters of life men's spittoons and excreta are villainous drained. By helpless society drank of again. Your pardon, but in U. S. alone Five hundred million pounds are yearly of the weed manufactured, With annual increase of millions twenty. What comes of it ? Into streams and pure waters of life the filth by gallons unnumbered is cast, To be ta'en of again by society helpless, breeding disease, or, By the insect world absorbed, unlimited new pests for field and garden are create. Careful ye the body to ashes consign, while zuith constant wholesale (39) CiiUure of disease germs is no staying of Death and of Plague. 'Gainst somewhat they innocent term " enemies of the soil " Manhood's strength and beauty from a weary, fruitless toil flee, Arcadian loves wholesome and gentle forsaking; in factories and mills grind, Machinery more intricate piling up, " Results " to destroy ; Taxed in vain is men's ingenuity thus. " Machinery " grow that shall '■'■causes " prevent. A new Gueber can but recommend a new Tophet, and hand ye the plan. Abolish the sewer, wells empty, and burn. (A time cometh when the King Shall his own spittoon tend, or find image of his God thus pitifully servile.) When of such sanitary pyre the flame o'er our country shall rise, (40) Cleansing ever the land from insect pest, and thine homes from disease ; Eternal symbol of spiritual development ; Eternal tribute to intelligence of a people whose " God " is a " Flame of Fire," Protection of whose homes and babes is first in its heart. From the burdens of sickness and pest in a measure free, Make Agriculture a song, and all the glad land an anthem shall raise Unto Eros our God. The divine-human ! Breath from the eternal, unconsuming flame He ; A thought made perfect, arrayed in flesh, standing the absolute Saviour and Poet. Unto ye builders of the Circean temple, Rejecting food cleanly and wholesome, to infinity increasing Swine's flesh. , , (41) In poverty and starvation such product may justly be used, then only, While the entrails of beasts (Blood, Liver, and vitals) are sewerage all. Unfitted for human consuming, as Nature and science have shown. " Who to himself addeth more than is clean, healthful, and pure. Hath to himself added disease." Man shall the all of " power " portray, of " nerve " and of "fibre," For so the tree of life groweth, — "Igdrazil, whose root is in Hela." While continued usage of swine's flesh, of filth. Develops mental and physical lack — to lower, niore brutish pro- pensities Subjecting man ; while disease of the body of most loathsome kind must ensue. Material they whose ravings fleshly ask sight of this visage plain ; Material he who grazed where absent song and lengthening shades Call pasturing herds and rollicking lamb to the bars. (42) II A windy, barren heath, with Titania borne rapidly along. An aged, white-bearded man meets her.|| Whither goest ? Coming from the night, dost yet speed toward it ? Fear ye not the hags of superstition ; the wild beast's inquisitorial tooth ; Starvation in the wilderness, nor death upon the desert ? Wouldst dreaming fare unto the Stygian bounds, Where the wan spectres walk Eternal rounds ? Titania. — ■ I who from childhood questioned of conventual faith and creeds with honest doubt, 'rr^id the labyrinths of misty Egypt wander, treading the unstable Earth in trial of mocking spirits, who bid men go this way and that for what seems insufficient cause. Lo, I the scrip- tures fain would read aright and understand. Far better be a fool than not be wise enough. (43) Tinie. — And what of " Sin " and " Death "? How readest Fate? II Phosphorescent lights surround her suddenly and terrific wind sweeps by in which aged female forms appear and pass.|| Enough ! Pass on ! — I also am thy guardian spirit. Stop not beneath the roof of fattened luxury, within the public mart, nor on becalmed seas. This compass guide thee, and my blessing tarry with thee. Adieu ! — Ah me ! — Ah — woe — woe — woe ! GRIEF SONG OF THE BIRDS, FOR TITANIA. Wail ! O Wail ! Wail for Titania ! For love's beauteous bird, Heart of fair Dian's white herald, sweet Nightingale, (44) Cease from thy honeyed rose-drunken revels and wail, O wail ! For Love's beauteous bird. Heart of the star-like Oriole, Lean from thy storm-tossed house in the winds, and wail with us, Wail ! For a heart's true labor of love, lost — all lost — Wail ! Wail ! Cease — Dawn's bright herald — from thy peans of joy for the Sun- rise ; Mix sound of tears with thy jubilant gladness, and weep ! O weep for Titania ; For Love's merry sweet-voiced singer — heart of the bloom-loving Linnet. Wail o'er the garden of thorns — Wail ! O Wail ! For the frail heart tempted and roaming — Love's tenderly beauteous Dove — alway make moan. (45) Shadows in violent and tragic action appear on the misty horizon as on a curtain, and pass. The scene changing, shadows turn to a dismal wood, forming the entrance to a cave, where sits the " Ogre " surrounded with her beasts. " Monkeys," " Cats," and " Pugs " fight in a corner while she murmurs to herself in dreaming self-flattery — Me Aristocratic lineage — Me Palatial Residence — Public character — Charities — Lectures — Me Elegant Costumes — Nostrums — Poses, etc. II A childish figure weeps in another corner, and " Harpies " are heard from an inner room muttering foulness. || The Avenging Angel passes : Titania, what service weeping canst thou here ? Titania (Still in tears, meditating). — Some Lily or Violet sweet the kitchen window may claim — the simple-hearted ser- vant adores. But in Parlor — in Bedroom — in Sit- ting-room — and my Lady's arm-chair — is the caller — Lover — Friend — gj-eded foret'er with odor of '•'• Ca- nine T But what of haughty, arrogant vulgarity expect ? Apollo. — Titania, what melancholy service canst thou here ? Titania. — Naught ! She asketh service for the brute that fitting only is, bestowed on helpless human kind. I've asked not gold, nor serve for time, nor will I live within a gilded den to call that "friend," who shirks all sweet responsibility of loving womanhood, her bed and board fouled by the beast, and she without the grace of shame. How long's my life to be frittered and wasted by ambi- tious quacks and brigands domestic, whose only con- ception of Love or Friendship's a " nicans,^'' not an '■'■cud,''' where culture of the beast's of more vaUie than culture of the Human ? By the eternal God ! a woman lindeth better task in life than chambermaid unto a Pug! Nor Love nor self-respect beneath such roof may tarry o'er a night. I have no duty here except to take my leave, for she a censer swingeth in her hands, and teaches (?) rneu, Apollo. — Arise, and follow me, and as thou believest in another, even so, thyself honor. I Passing out a storm of hail rattles around, and the Hag glides after them screaming angrily : || When the Almond on Himala's heights shall bloom, — when stones by repentance dissolve, — when water to (48) " Nectar " is turned, and the " Fates " by conventual prayers move; then may the powers of knowledge and genius of circumstance wait on Earth's unwelcome, despised, and castaway child. [In her agitation a pack of cards falls from her clothing, and too many " aces " and " knaves " are turned up for honest play.|| II A shadow of " Oberon " is seen to pass swiftly. || OCEANUS. Joyous in garden and grove chase the shadows and beams, On a capricious and rainbow-loved April day ; Merry the dancing of fauns and wood-nymphs there as of old. But merrier the laughter of Almond-crowned heads (unto Athene dear) 1 behold. (49) AL o lus ! ^•E o lus ! From hill and from plain my Arabs steeds come, Allah II - a Allah ! As ^'- Night'' and as " Day " they come. Fair and clear-eyed the stars crowning, my snowy-plumed Dragon art thou ; Framed in silence and shade of Erebus the flaming-eyed Mithra doth come. Alas ! from afar discern I the awful, cycling tread, alike dreaded of gods and of men ! Alas ! for with them " Cyclona Sirocco " fierce and untamed, the Angel of sadness and gloom. Alas for humanity helpless, when Love's war-horses in armed order go forth, Needless to ask of her language pathetic, a minor chord sweet. (50) She it is speaks of excess and gluttonous waste of power, Lusty of Death, hewing a path through all mists and all blight ; True to herself and her master Almighty, the herald of Justice comes. "Who the wind soweth, to him comes the whirlwind again." 'Tis we are the makers of Hurricane drunken and greedy Cyclone : For a commerce unholy the flowers of the groves are laid low. Silent the forests tell tales which of old men have known, that Trees, the sultry drouth's medicine, distributing seasonable rains, Whose moisture and heat overland doth the air equalize, keeping in tune. Aerial equilibrium preserving. On the elements drawing rain, Trees, Earth's physicians are, nurses and "Mothers" to the. air. We've bidden these furious forces go wild, kill, uproot, and destroy. For where is no strength of a fibrous clutch, in play elemental — as In mockery of an agricultural lie — floods command but their own. Yet Cometh to homes of the Earth new friends and true, And men to Vesta, beloved of the gods, a new song will lift up ; While pest and disease at the coming of Ceres to hide have no chance, As beautiful and glorious forms of Earth's healthful new growths. Create by life-culturing hands, take place of death and the weeds destroyed, " Then, Plenty, from the encouraged plow shall rise, to fill, enrich, and adorn our happy land." JE o lus ! JE o lus ! The reveling Earth to new order call ye. Go ! Hasten ! Dark dream of the midnight, and Mithra — go thou, Go in the East-Wind, and go in the West- Wind, Tarry in the North- Wind, and forbid the sweet South-Wind's delay. Onward, speed onward. Great Dragon ! Love's steeds from all cor- ners call thou, Who the mist readeth in the East-Wind's dark hand ; Who the cleansing power knoweth of the North- Wind's fierce love ; Who the depths have sounded where ascends the lonely Palm ? THE FATES. Go waken the echoes ! Love's able ! Go waken the echoes ! For all things Love's able ! O Wake ye wild wind-lyres your wand'ring, wild'ring strains ; O Waken sweet wind-lyres, whose mellow tones all the world o'er Echo true hearts and fair heads of brave men the world o'er. Awaken ! Awaken ! Arising, O visit the Earth with thy minor chords sweet. O turn ye their woe to sound of harmonious joy ; Their brows uplift with courage of humble and reverend fear ; (53) Forever Athene, clear-eyed from curse of the needless in Nature (Of which abuses are born), for men intercedes ; For men intercedes where the sons of the morning are laboring all For the beauty of Love and of Dian round Zion's great wall ; For men intercedes, where the manes of Dian interpreteth "God," And the forces of life, death, and of change wait all on her power Who Hecate in hades is called. Iris. Stewartstown, Pa. 1S90. (54) k.^j^^-i:<^ \..:Xx. '%^ nV vv..^ V'^S^\ ^NNVVVN^ N^^^^^N SlfcNsN^^ V^^^ v^^^X :^^«(5<^5l^^ w/M/yy/z/z/JX^i^^ %^ '///////z//z/////^^ 4iiy//AV//////A^^^ '^A^/ym^^m^i^. V/jM/^.