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And tall ichite birches sentinel the doors Of cities; when all day down pours The swn's straight heat, I haste to that green shade; But ever, day and night, my muse hath made Her path behveen white branches, slim and tall, And loves those slender birches best of all. I tlie Wliite-Eii'cli Im A SONG OF AN IMMORTAL. [John Boyle O'Reilly, born in County Meatli, Ireland, June 28th, 1844; (iied in Hull, .Arassachiisetts. August 10th, 1890.] LL is silent, moveless now Where, a little while ago, Mystic currents used to flow — All know why, but who knows how? And where men could see the glow ()f the soul that dwelt below, Now they see no face, no brow. All is changed since he has gone — He who made the summer day When his light of life went out Darker than the darkest way He had ever sung about ; And we say his life is done, Battle fought and garland won. But our inner sight prevails ; To our inner hearing conies Something dearer than we heard — Music of a subtler chord Than the living poet thrums ; All old strains our spirit hails Through celestial tympanums, And the flame of life we knew Burns a ceaseless, steady light. Leading dull eyes through the night To the spirit's sky of blue ; Like a spark from God it burns — Purer, clearer, day by day. As the youth-mists clear away. And our dark to daylight turns. He whom we shall see no more Face to face and hand to hand. Though cut off from this small land, Doth a universe explore. In the world of Memory, Where our best-beloved dwell, And there is no sad farewell, There is he whom none may see In the way that was so dear ; And his gifts of love and song Are more beautiful and strong Than they seemed when he was here. He was valorous, we knew ; He was Freedom's servitor : Now we know his only war Was for Freedom ; to her true, In the darkness of the day He his torch of truth upbore, And that light is borne before By new hands that feel its sway. He was tender as a flower : We could see it in his eyes, In his questions and replies ; Poor men saw it in his dower. Now that tenderness has grown : Deep and broad it was, a part Of the greatness of his heart, That before was little known. So in Memory he lives ; So, in spirit, unto some He a subtler soul doth come ; And he never takes, but gives. While his song the old doth drown. Let us neither seek nor grieve ; But that sight and sound believe Which he cherished as his own ; And if evermore his face Hid from sight of eyes shall be. Know that he at last is free, And has reached a heavenly place. w WHEN THE EVENT IS RIPE. HEN" the event is ripe, Matured in patient peace, Truth, swollen to a flood, Cuts riverlike her way, In peace or stained with blood. O Heart of Youth, grown rij^e Before the people's day ! Wave her white banner high ; Keep back the pain and crime, And, bl(jodless, slav the Lie ! THE END OF A TASK WELL DONE. T"? HE end of a task well done s the hour of jubilee : Another mnst be began. But the bondage to this is free, And the sense that the task with the heart is one, Is the joy it brings to thee. So hands and minds and hearts Unite to bring us bliss ; The highest of our arts Is never the higlit to miss ; And they who here perform their jjarts Will learn that heaven is this. T YEARNING. HE children cry for the ships. But the sails heed not their call ; They are set to the wind of the sky, And never a weakling's cry Can swerve them, one or all, Nor the song of a siren's lips. 10 O Love on life's ocean plain, That sailest the way of the sky ! Like a child I yearn and call ; Thou hearest each cry and all, But niakest nie no reply; Yet the loss of thy sail is gain : For thy flight it stirs me so, That I cry no more for aught But the breeze of the wind above, That unto the heaven doth move When hearts, like shi^^s, sail out Where the winds of heaven blow. B VALOR. RAVE is that soldier who has faced the foe In his own breast, and laid his foeman low. And glory-winner over all is he Whose magic makes his foes his friends to be. V 11 INSUFFICIENCY. RT thou that peerless majesty Wliom he should meet who opes to thee His heart's estate, and says so free : '' Come iu, My Friend ? " I, who vowed love, and bore me like a flame Steadfast as one that out of heaven came, Found me too poor, too weak to bear that name. All veiled I stand, shamed by this name of thine, Who should be open-eyed to be Thy Friend. Here let me stand, hid from thy noble eyes. Who, blind, sought love, nor dreamed of majesty; My part to wait, and lose and fall and rise Till 1 can answer back with veilless eyes And soul that love indeed beyond descries, Thy greatening call, that bids me mount toward Love, To meet the heart of love in thee, My Friend. 1-2 J AT THE THRESHOLD. EAVE thy heart wide open, ''Welcome" on the -J (h^or ; Into thy life let every sweet breath float. Now is thy conquest, — not another year. Not another day ; and here, right here. In this short fight wherein shall be thy part, — Even where thou art, — is Everlasting Life. MOONLIGHT IN DECEMBER. 1) EF( )RE the ways get dry of rain, y Or frost has ceased to Avet the ground. Sudden the heavens are clear again. And in the sky the moon is round. Along the hight o'er which she sails The way is starred and silver-blue ; And from the air my heart inhales New breath, as though from heaven it drew How keen the change ! If, night on night. This sudden June might re-a])peai'. My Sfjirit should exert its nught, That droops i]i duller atnios])here. o A hundred thoughts that choke and die Would rise to stir the hearts of men If through the air and through the sky June would transform the earth again. But we must faintly breathe our love, And long for breatli to set it free, Our hearts oppressed by clouds above. And choking airs where'er we be. Yet, in the memory of sights Like this, sprung sudden on our eyes, A joy shall last, and in dark nights Shine out to make in hearts new skies. ONCE. NCE is a time that cometh o'er and o'er. And niaketh new time fragrant with its breath — A time that lives beyond this air of deatli, And shall increase its glory more and more In that new land where true love prospereth. Not half so sweet is all that went before; And this is all the heart remembereth. 14 A\ ANOTHER MAID. T HO loves thee, and loves not A maid thou canst not see, Hid in the heaven of thought, Cannot thy true love be. Oh, yield thyself to none That sees not one above Thyself; that loves alone Thyself, and loves not Love. THE ESSENTIAL. "^T OT half the wisdom that my mind can see, -^- ^ Not half the beauty tliat my heart can feel, Holds any book of all that sacred be. Nor half to me can other souls reveal. I must drink deeper than the sea of speech ; Discard the lore of them that letters teach ; Draw from tlie springs that fed the concjuerors. And feel in me the life that in God stirs. 15 EVANESCENCE. 1) E ADING Gray's Elegy, to-day, one said : X) "Too great is he to lie among the dead; Yet he who wrote of graves is seen no more. And none his virtues writeth o'er and o'er." O who is great, of those alive or dead, When like a candle's flarne our breath is sped? Who but a day may linger at his ease. And ponder those who died, and write their elegies? Yet, over grave and breathing dust, unseen Stands Life, the Great, immortal and serene ; Life hath not died, though sons of Life be dead ; Life will not die, that hath all liviiig fed. And yet shall feed beyond the break of death. And fill anew with his undying breath. The sense that Christ and Shakespeare still should live Is one with that for all the world who strive To live unceasing ; and the promise made By Christ to conquer death is in all nature laid. No graveyard shall endure, or be To human hopes a ceaseless mockery : Dust shall not cover ever Kl The time-infracted frame, Or stay the strong endeavor Of men ot noble name : Life shall destroy all deadness, And set tlie grave-bound free, And mme shall sing death's sadness, In days that are to be. TO BROTHERS FAR AWAY. I) ROTHERS far away, whom never I am like to J see again, I would waft you grateful incense from the garden of my heart ; Ye have strengthened me in happiness, and merged away my pain, And I know no jubilant conquest, but in it ye have part. In the clear of early morning ye are with me as of old, And at night your presence soothes me like tlie fra- iii-aiH'c of a flower; 17 Ye may never read niy writing, hut must feel my spirit's fold. In a hundred liajjpy silences at morn and evening hour. Near or far, we in each other shall take houndless hearts'-delight. And in every word I utter in the measure that is dear, I shall feel the happy urging of your poet-spirits' might. And the far shall not be foreign, and the near shall be most near. COMING LOVERS. S many as the roses on the tree -X'JL When last I saw Maruna's fading face Shall the new lovers of the summer be; For Time still runs his Death-unhindered race ; And yet, Love outlives Time, as she to me Outlives the dav when last I saw her face. 18 O Great-heart Love, our everlasting guest ! Sun, Moon and Stars may drop from out iheir place ; A myriad lovers yearly sink to rest ; But Memory shall prosper by thy grace, And Life shall be renewed with all thy zest; For thou, O Love ! thou makest time and place. H THE LAST GIFT. ERE is a rose for thee. Sign of a hopeless quest. Token of broken trust : Wear it not on thy breast ; Trample it deep in the dust, As thou hast trampled me. Then, in the days to be, When roses are white, and rust Covers what thou hast confessed, And this thou remember est, Think of me if thou must, But think wliat thou didst to me. v^ I'.l MATURITY. HILE the leaves are waiting, browning on the tree, Ere the wind shall take them, and scatter on the ground, In my heart I ponder a greater mystery — How change, unseen and hurtless, goes on and makes no sound : For when the life-leaf withers and falls like these I see. No change is there but this unseen that makes new life abound ; So that when spring arises, beneath her green shall be A finer scent and flavor to tell the heart is sound. THE ENEMY. . HEN Death makes seeming conquest of thy ''^ friends, w I say to thee, go on thy way unharmed : No bolt of Death can more than flash on thee The lightning of its fury; it cannot 20 Destroy thee, cannot break thy strength, nor e'en Appall thee as it doth aj^jjall the world ; It can but chaiXge thy semblance, bate thy breath ; For thou art strong with Life, and Life l)reaks down The brittle, ghastly l)attlements of Death. T IN GOD'S SHELTER. HY shelter in the storm was dear When, hurt by stones the careless threw, I drew away and found Thee near. Who knew the bitterness I knew. More dear each year Thy shelter grows As, storm grown hurtless, heart grown strong, I live in Thy divine repose. And by love's conquest conquer wrong. Up through Life's years to airs sublime I mount, and if through sleet or sun, I love life more, and seek more time. Since Thou and I, O God, are one. n TO R. W. G. T rf^O Richard Watson Gilder, Of happy rhyme the biiikler, On his marriage : He was wedded once to Verse, And he never sought divorce ; But he sets his heart to rhyme With a songless maid's this time, And I fling my rice of song In a slipper ten lines long, To his carriage. w UNUTTERED. f HAT is so near, yet cannot be read. As the thought in a maiden's mindV The key to her lips I could find — And the words were true that she said; But the thought that remained behind. That I knew was true and kind, That made her as still as the dead, Onlv a kiss defined. 90 I DEDICATION OF AN ALBUM. ARGE Heart, whose name is widt I In hundred other hearts indelibly, Here is my name, and o'er and under it I write unseen the thought I keejj for thee ; Thine to bear on till in old-age you sit, And, as I think of you, you think of me. 1 GOD AND MAN. )EAUTY revolving all the year; ^ The silent might of stream and stone; Majestic grandeur like a throne Where mountains unseen summits rear ; An endless train of loving lives ; A boundless scope of varying plan Are saying : Great are God and man, — The One who speaks, the one who strives. For beauty were not, were no eyes To see ; the might of stone and stream Were vain : there were no mastering dream If man saw not the mountains rise; 21] No pulse responsive thrilled to God, And half at fault were all his plan, ( For half of God indeed is man ) Did man not glorify the sod. LOVE IN MEMORY. VLL the way I went that day to the place where my Love waited Was charmed with strange new music that thrilled my fleeting feet ; The air was thick with beauties, and each bloom, each bird was mated — I could hear the faintest raptures flooding noises of the street. As a flower doth leave its fragrance in the space it once did visit ; As a sound of lofty music keeps its soul where once 'twas heard — So she fills that place of meeting with a mem- ory exquisite, That is sweet of kiss and bosom-swell and one low -breathed word. 24 THE GREETING. [Read by Robert Adams, at a rece])tion given to Chief Robert A. Me Whirr, on his return to Fall River, Marss., from Scotland, by Clan McWhirr, in the Fall of 1890.] E have come to welcome you home Over the wide sea-foam, Robert, Chief of the Clan ; And "Welcome!" says every man. And how has it gone wi' ye Over the foaming sea ? We have long waited ye come Back to your Yankee home, And wondered, as over the heath Ye jjattered wi' fainting breath. And over the lochs sae grand Ye sailed, in yer ain home land. If ye might come back at a' To bring us yersel' and a' The beautiful things that your een In that Ian' o' our hearts ha' seen. We can feel the same joy that ye felt As adoun by the hearth ye knelt Where the auld and the young once were 111 the days that can bo no more; 25 We can sing the same song ye sang In yer tliocht as in sport ye sprang In tlie games that ye used to play In the clays that are far away. And now, wi' yonr heart once more On the sands of the Yankee shore, We sing and we gie ye the sign O' the brothers of Anld Lang Syne. Joy, Robbie, to be once more On the dear New England shore, And to feel the warm blood stir In the hands of the Clan Mc Whirr ! We come, young hearts and old. Young men that their sweethearts fold, Old men that have not outgrown The love that their youth has known, — We come to welcome you home : With a three-times-three we come, Robert, the Chief of the Clan ; And "Welcome!" says every man. RECOGNITION. f I ^HOU canst not go so far but tlion wilt find -^ Some feature of thyself in human kind ; Nor shut thyself so close but some will see Trace of themselves, or glad or sad, in thee. Since, then, thou art with all mankind at one, And all mankind are likewise one with thee, O Friend ! the l^arrier of thy pride take down, And happiness shall come to thee and me. LOSS. HEN I behold a figure, white and strong. By Death transfigured from a weak estate, I grieve not that the slayer did me wrong. For he, despite of life, hath made him great Who passed away ; and Life, that doth prolong Death's sudden glory, still doth keep my mate. o RESOURCE. NE is tlie stream I drink from niglit and day ; In weakness and in strength, in joy and pain : Tlie everlasting ocean of God's Love. Whence cometh any power of happiness? Whence, means to rise from yesterday's defeat':' () ever, ever flooded with that tide, My sonl shall rise, my heart rejoice and sing. And high or low, weak, strong, in bliss or pain. Loved or nnloved, meaneth not anything. s SLEEP. ^ LEEP is the guest that all bid come again. ^^ O soother of my fluttering frame. And strengthener of my whole estate. When I have played Life's little game. Still let me on thee wait : Be with me all my days, and then remain When Death appears, to ease me of his pain. 2S THE GIFT. ]7^ OR those wJio have hoj^e, And those who have none ; Whom the worhl dotli a]jprove, Whom it flingeth a stone ; For weaklings who grope In a dark of their own, ( )r for strong and self-centered Who bow bnt to One ; For the crowd many-minded, Good, guilty and all, Here's Love — and Love scorns not If men rise or fall. T SIGHT. ^O SEE the glory of the day. E'en when it fades away, With the same eyes Wherewith we saw it rise, Is to behold, from our low hight. Constant, the greatness of the Infinite. To keep, in all the dull, chirk hours, The beauty of the flowers. 29 So tliat tlie last dead leaf Shall give the heart no grief,— All fadeless, dreamful, dear, — Is to bear with us everywhere God's beau- ty all the year. I A LOVE SONG. T WAS once a sweet time, I hear all things say As they fade away : — Birds that wing like fleet time, roses on the spray— Everything I meet, chime in this doleful lay. Gliding to decay. But to me 'tis meet time, then my muse doth say; Come and go, or stay. Every breath's a sweet time, every motion gay ; Of your death in sleet time, or your bright array, I make roundelay ; ;}() And if (others beat time when my rhymes I say, I heed not, but they ; For in me is sweet time while the seasons stay, And I can repeat time when they go away : So I sing to-day : They knew not a sweet time who in sorrow say As they fade away, It w^as once a sweet time, — else the time would stay: Love doth make a sweet time of a mortal day, And it lasts for aye. RESOLVE. IF IT should l)e too late to mend the way My feet have made in life's all-conscious clay, Where every footjjrint lasts till Judgment Day, 'Tis not too early to make prints anew, F(jr life flows fresh o'er life, and hides from view. As waters hide the footmarks on the shore. The sins that can be blotted nevermore. New hope each day arises with the sun — A way outspread o'er which no feet have run — :n And night lias made me strong, if lost or won Tlie day gone Idv : and thrilled with love of all Dear hearts that sought my heart straight through its wall — Great hearts that like a perfume entered through The gateway of my life before I knew — I take new steps, and thrill my followers' feet, Joy-laden air my feast of heavenly meat. And sight on every side blooms rare and SAveet : This day, whatever other days have been, — How sad the weight of ignorance and sin — God's face shall light the way my feet go in. I VICTORY. X THE stillness of my chamber I heard the call to arms. And lone and single-handed Went forth to war's alarms. Xow in my silent chamber Peace is my royal guest, And I ask my heart the question. Can I meet his loftv test? 'A-) Oh, easy were strife in battle, And soon a thousand slain; But Avho shall wear a garland If Selfishness remain V Peace cannot crown me victor For the quenching of Hate's flame If I march not in the silent ranks That hear Love's liolv name. 1 A BEAUTY. WONDER if she knows How beautiful she is? No mirror can disclose ; My heart but dimly shows The beauty that she is. But well I know she knows H(nv beautiful Lov^e is; For like a bending rcjse Her heart she doth disclose, Willi all TjOvc's sweetnessos. X] Slie knows enough who knows How beautiful Love is : Blind to all other shows Is she ; her beauty grows The beauty that Love is. A MUSIC IN THE NIGHT. SOUND of music waking one from sleeyj, X\. Oh, how it sets the tender chords a-playing 1 And as it dies upon the airy deep, It seems as if the heart in dreams were straying. O ecstasy that I have known long since, And long to know again, awake or sleeping. Thou lingerest without my gate, the prince Of mystic charmers in my Father's keeping. u THE WEALTH OF SILENCE. '^ HAT holds the silence that I have not heard? Withdrawing from the whispers of sweet maids, From sounds of winds among the shining blades, And sympathetic twitters of a bird ; From strains of happy music from the throats Of children through the green woods wandering; From floating far-off melody from boats Which bear a baiid of buglers pleasuring ; From cries, as frosty-crystal as the snow. Of children in their low- set chariots As, thrilling with the zest cold sports impart, O'er ice and down long, rough-ribbed hills they go : Still is the Night, and these sounds come no more : What if no more I hear them, nor the roar Of hundred grating noises that I hear. Lost in the well of silent atmosphere? Is the deep silence full of happiness? Death makes no answer, for Death's soul is dumb : But I can feel in Life, past Death, and far Beyond the farthest vision of a star. That silence grows, as sound and noise grow less. The life of all that is and is to come. 35 I A NIGHT-SONG. F I might toss a rose Where she is resting, And break her soft repose, My love attesting, O how this heart would rest. And hers go dreaming There in her sacred nest With love's sweets teeming ! If from her slnmber she But rose and met me, Set from my longing free, I should not fret me. If I might toss a rose Where she is resting. And break her soft repose. My love attesting ; — But, till the night goes past, I'll hide my sorrow : My heart must keep its fast For feast to-morrow. :3(; THE MUSIC OF MY LOVE. THE^ the cliimer strikes the bells, All the harmony that stirs To his touch, and soft recurs. It is drowned in the swells Of the music in my heart As I touch my hand to hers, And the chimes immortal start. 1 THE LOSS OF A DAY. ^ EHOLD the Day new-born, ^ Says Night, that steals away ; And hold him while ye may : A whole world is forlorn For loss of Yesterday. CAMILLE. AA HAT was lier dying strain, O sweet ro- mancer? Sang she of beauty or a passing fashion ? My heart may well anticipate your answer : She breathed the music of eternal passion ! \^i^.