953 238 IRLF THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. THE MASQUE OF THE GODS, BY BAYARD TAYLOR. BOSTON: JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY, LATE TICKNOR & FIELDS, AND FIELDS, OSOOOD, & Co. 1872. Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1872, BY BAYARD TAYLOR, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. UNIVERSITY PRESS: WELCH, BIGELOW, & Co., CAMBRIDGE. DRAMATIS PERSONS. A VOICE FROM SPACE. CHORUS OF SPIRITS. ELOHIM. IMMANUEL. JOVE. APOLLO. BRAHMA. ORMUZD. AHRIMAN. ODIN. BAAL. PERUN. MANITO. MAN. THE SEA. THE MOUNTAINS. THE RIVERS. THE TREES. THE SERPENTS. THE WOLVES. THE CAVERNS. THE ROCKS. THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. SCENE I. The high table-land of Pamere. Midnight. The distant snow- peaks of the Himalayas, the Hindoo-Koosh, and the Kiien-Liln shining in the moonlight. At first, silence ; then, slowly and indistinctly, THE ROCKS. WE scarcely change, though wind and rain and thunder Blow, beat, and fall, for many a thousand years ; And yet we miss the dread, the ignorant wonder, The dark, stern being, born of human fears. The stains of blood, upon our bases sprinkled, Are washed away ; the fires no longer flame : The stars behold our foreheads still unwrinkled ; We were, and are, but Man is not the same. 7 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. THE CAVERNS. With murmurs, vibrations, With rustlings and whispers, And voices of darkness, We breathe as of old. Through the roots of the mountains, Under beds of the rivers, We wander and deepen In silence and cold. But the language of terror, Foreboding, or promise, The mystical secrets That made us sublime, Have died in our keeping : Our speech is confusion : We mark but the empty Rotations of Time. 8 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. THE SERPENTS. We glided once with crowned and lifted head, Our supple grace a wonder to the wise, Power in our starry eyes, And sacred mystery o er our being shed, But grace and power and mystery are fled. Our smooth, cold undulations gave the sign Of fate to nations ; fanes for us were built, And blood of victims spilt, To win a favoring answer at our shrine : Silent were we, and thence, of right, divine ! Are we aught else ? Yet now we crawl instead, Crownless, and shorn of power we did not crave, But they unbidden gave : Held once as gods, we shrink to shapes of dread, And writhe abased, with bruised and trampled head ! 9 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. THE WOLVES. Prowling on the highlands In the ghastly dawn, We scent the steam of slaughter, Ere the sword is drawn : Sated with the corpses, Neath the moon, at last, We sleep, and let the vulture Finish his repast. Where delay the wizards, Who were wont to claim Fur and fang and fleetness, And the fearful name ? Heart of man within us, Hate of man to speed, More than ours the terror, Terribler the deed ! 10 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. ODIN. Be silent ! Ye are not sons of Fenrir s race, The huge, the fierce of fang ! What will ye here, Where even Gods grow dim, and scarce behold Themselves, or hear the echo of their speech ? Methinks I slept, but for how long a time I know not : dreams, or memories of a home, Surround me still, and something cold, remote, Some rude resemblance of the world I swayed, Revives my waning power. Once more I speak, And marvel at the accents, sealed so long. But who art thou, the dark of aspect, here Confronting me, no less a shade, but more, Though lost capacity for wrath would fain Assert itself, and shape thine ancient threat ? I fear thee not. PERUN. Yet was I feared erewhile. ii THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Older than thou, and mightier, I but gave My footstool, not my throne, when came thy reign. I held my sceptre still ; and on black stones, The natural altars tumbled from the cliffs, Frost-carved and thunder-polished, took the blood Of secret worship, heard the fierce appeals That half implored my favor, half defied. I ruled by right of eldest cruelty : The savage strength of man renewed my life, And still renews, though all my frame is lean And racked with hunger, but I am not dead. BAAL. Nor I, whose temples mimicked once the hills. For those strong lusts of men I kept alive, They gave me splendor and a mighty name. None older is than I. When Man came forth, The final effort, wrung from monstrous forms, 12 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. And Earth s outwearied forces could no more, I warmed the ignorant bantling on my breast. We rose together, and my kingdom spread From these cold hills to hamlets in the palms, That grew to Memphis and to Babylon ; While I, on towers and hanging terraces, In shaft and obelisk, beheld my sign Creative, shape of first imperious law. Thou, Odin, lord of strength, and thou, Perun, Of fear and fierceness, never touched the springs Of life, your faint existence there to feed. It must be you shall pass : your forms are thin As incense-smoke : what made you shall unmake. But I beget, not slay, grant overplus, Where you are niggard, drink from hidden founts, That flow through channels of the riotous blood, And keep men at the level of their source. I may be weakened, but I cannot die. 13 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. MANITO. If I be old, I know not : ye are strange, Yet kindred, long conjectured, here beheld. I have some fitful power, which now is dread, Now merciful, and, as I think, is good. The smokes I breathed are shrunk and almost spent ; The shouted hymns but faintly stir mine ears ; The blood of dog, and bear, and buffalo, Gives me but scanty life ; and through the lands I governed, seated in my hunting-grounds Above the sky, my messenger the swan, My slaves the beaver and the crafty fox, The voices which address me slowly fail. But ye, of other worlds, declare me this, Am I myself, or am I made of them ? If, as I fear, their simple souls had need Of One supreme, and therefore I became ; THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Or if, alone before them, I have drawn Through ages of unchanged companionship Since lonely Gods must stoop to play with men Their color to my face, their joys to mine, And to their prayers the expected answer given, Declare me this ! ODIN. Who shall declare the thing ? Dost thou, the lowest of us all, provoke The chill that made me shudder on my throne In Asgaard, when the gold-haired Freya wept, And the sweet light of Balder s eyes grew dim ? Are we, then, born of those who kneel to us ? Shall we the doubter slay, who doubt ourselves ? Or cease to be, who grant the sacred gift Of the immortal banquet ? I am faint With more than craving for forgotten rites, THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. And even might perish, did not something burn In mine impoverished being from above, As if Man s shadow met a light in me, Coming, I know not whence : but it is good. BAAL. Dost thou confess it, Odin ? That we live, Outliving name and prayer and sacrifice, Save such as in the heart and limbs of Man Unconsciously is rendered, tests the truth Of ancient godship, yet dependent still On something strange, and mightier than ourselves. Were we but servants, then, instead of lords ? Did blood and odor, sound of harp and horn, And choral cries from multitudes of men, But pass our palates and our ears, to reach The senses of some sole Divinity, Whom we thus flattered ? When I looked below 16 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Upon my soaring fane in Babylon, Who was t looked down on me ? Who shook my soul, But not with fear, or hate, or jealousy, Since each were vain, but something fine and pure, That made me stagger, as my feet were clay ? PERUN. Why, then, if such there be, I know Him not. ODIN. Peace, ignorant savage ! To thy Lord and mine Dream no rebellion ! By His leave we are, No less than Man s necessity. But what He is, where throned, and how upheld in power, I fain would know. A VOICE FROM SPACE. Lo ! I am that I am. 17 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. A patise. THE GODS. We cannot understand Thee, yet we bow, And, without knowledge, own Thee : are we Thine, Or shall we cease when men no more believe ? A VOICE FROM SPACE. Mine are ye : also Man s. THE GODS. ^ We feel, and must Acknowledge Thee. Our questioning is vain And self-betraying, since to question is No office of the Gods. We yield to Thee, Who knowest, but who wilt not answer us. MAN. We burned their temples, overturned their altars ; Through force or love we learned the newer worship, 18 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. And taught our children other than our fathers. We gave them fear, we gave them war and slaughter, We died to keep them in their sacred houses, We lived to crown them rulers of the nations. But they forget, they perish or desert us, Too weak, without us, to become immortal. They change like us, yet claim to sit above us, Our likenesses, of grander limb and feature, Of stronger hate and lust, and gentler pity. We dream of higher, yet we cannot reach them ; We grope for something which our hands can cling to, Our eyes behold, our minds accept and fathom ; I And, groping, seizing, holding, lo ! they fail us As they were not yet must we fear and worship. THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. SCENE II. A Doric temple, in ruins, on a headland above the sEgean Sea. A "valley and mountains in the background. Early dawn. THE TREES. BARRENLY murmur through manifold branches, Answer the billows that tumble ashore, Blossom or strip in the march of the seasons, We are but sport of the winds, and no more ! Shadow we give them where once we were holy, Lintel and beam for the being they stole ; Service for sacrifice, litter for garlands, Use for the Beauty they granted a soul. Desolate, cold, is the shell of the Dryad ; Still are the dances, the oracles dumb : 520 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Playmates of old, we are slighted as strangers, Shorn of our honor in ages to come ! THE RIVERS. We are loud and silent, we hasten and dally, We bless and waste, as in days that are dead ; We dance on the hillside and sleep in the valley, With the rocks as a cradle, the reeds as a bed ; But the nymphs of our fountains leave them un- tended, And the god of the stream is gone from his urn : The term of our human beauty is ended, And its liquid graces shall never return. We bless and waste, we speed in our courses, We urge and pilot, we cheer and call ; We wander and widen, with fetterless forces, Servants and lovers and lords of all ! THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. The pulses of Life, in our veins unbroken, The movement of Life, in the tides we pour, Still bind us to men, with a secret token, And keep us kindred, though none adore ! THE MOUNTAINS. Howe er the wheels of Time go round, We cannot wholly be discrowned. We bind, in form, and hue, and height, The Finite to the Infinite, And, lifted on our shoulders bare, The races breathe an ampler air. The arms that clasped, the lips that kissed, Have vanished from the morning mist ; The dainty shapes that flashed and passed In spray the plunging torrent cast, Or danced through woven gleam and shade, 22 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. The vapors and the sunbeams braid, Grow thin and pale : each holy haunt Of Gods or spirits ministrant Hath something lost of ancient awe ; Yet from the stooping heavens we draw A beauty, mystery, and might, Time cannot change nor worship slight. The gold of dawn and sunset sheds Unearthly glory on our heads ; The secret of the skies we keep ; And whispers, round each lonely steep, Allure and promise, yet withhold, What bard and prophet never told. While Man s slow ages come and go, Our dateless chronicles of snow Their changeless old inscription show, And men therein forever see The unread speech of Deity. 23 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. THE SEA. What were the bloodless nymphs, the Triton swarms, The car of Cypris, Galatea s shell, The green-haired Gods, the cold, ambiguous forms That in me dwelt, or only seemed to dwell ? What did I care for Glaucus by the shore, Or Proteus hiding in the hollow cave ? That yon blue billow old Poseidon bore, Or Aphrodite warmed this amber wave ? Those freaks of fancy were as dying spray, The foamy fringes of the strength I hurled, Whose bosom heaves to one unsetting Day, The azure guard and girdle of the world. If Man gives being, he gave naught to me, And of mine empire naught has overthrown : 24 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. I am, I was, and I shall ever be Apart in power, inviolate, unknown. Before my myriad voices he is dumb, Yet probes their meaning in eternal pain : I call him, and he cannot fail to come, I cast him forth, and he returns again. So many Gods have I exalted hailed, So many, spurned, have rotted in my breast ; Yet mine the balanced powers wherein they failed, - The face of action and the heart of rest ! JOVE. I hear thine ancient murmur, and the slow Reverberation from thy thousand shores. Who knows thee, cannot die : for those, thy Gods, My brood that peopled thee, but strayed in joy 25 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Of half-existence o er thy restless fields. What though Olympus props dismantled halls, The dust of ages on their golden chairs, And Ganymede is but a heap of bones Beside the shrivelled eagle, still I live, Much as I was before my children made Their easy ladders for the climbing souls Of men, who dreamed while dreaming that they knew. All chains of life they grasped led back to me ; All aspirations pointed on to me, And, like thyself, I bounded then the world. If now the chains be broken, otherwhere The eyes be turned, and features not mine own Shine from that void beyond both men and Gods, Shall I then cease ? Not so : the later reign Is built on mine, of mine the later laws Are born, and he who rules resembles me. 26 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. ELOHIM. Thou liest to thyself, as thou crewhile Didst lie to men. We saw thy hollow state, And we allowed, foreknowing its decay. Stretch not this tolerance, which lets thee still Dream olden dreams, see olden visions, claim Since broken is thy painted thunderbolt The lightnings of the Law ! We led the tribes, By changing pillars of the cloud and fire, From On to Pisgah : we upheld their hands : We planted them among the pleasant vales, And they, our children, knew the Lord their God, They cried, and we did hear : they went astray, And then we smote them : as they honored us, We gave them honor, and as they obeyed We blessed them ; till the chosen seed became Exalted o er the kingdoms of the world. Thy bestial co-mates, Baal and Peor 27 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. And Ashtaroth, have died disgraceful deaths : Why livest thou ? JOVE. Thou wert a jealous God, And wouldst none others have beside thee. Yet They were, and led thy chosen seed astray. If, knowing thee, men justice learned, and truth, And worship, which is highest, I bestowed Joy, beauty, grace, and with permitted toys Coaxed my fair children to a fairer state. I grudged thee not thy shrines and oracles, Prophet, and judge, and psalmist, having mine. I saw thy ways, and read what even thou Not yet acknowledgest, but which draws nigh To shake our thrones : for as we are, we are : t We cannot rise when clearer eyes of men Attain our height, and strive to pierce beyond Their own colossal shadows. Mark where ours 28 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Fall side by side upon the race below, Featured alike in power and majesty, Yet fading in a sweet and solemn light That dawns above them ! Be not wroth with me I kept thy secret as thou keptest mine. ELOHIM. Yea, thou hast worked for us : what we foreknew Was thy foreboding. If, like cloud on cloud, Something of us is dimly thrown on thee, We are the sun whereby our shadow falls. If thou wouldst live, teach men the way to us Through justice, fear, and through avenging law ; And leave thy lusts and base necessities To those below the thunder ! JOVE. See, where come The orbs of Light and Darkness from the East, 29 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Across thy heavens, as t were the cloud of stars Beside the lone black blot of starless space, In that far universe I know not of. They, too, are Gods, and claim their equal seats. ORMUZD. v Be mighty, ye, for them who look to Power ; Be stern and just for them who bow to Law ; Be jealous, kind, or cruel, as your tribes Demand such discipline ! I am but one, One spirit, effluence, operation, force, One sweet and sovereign heart, whose beats began With first of things, and shall be felt in all Forever ! Void of veil or mystery My being men behold, and with weak arms Draw down to wed their own, and give them peace. The lowest feels me, and the highest fails To grasp my sole omnipotence of Good. THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. AHRIMAN. Make room for me, twin of thine eldest birth f If each bright sun in all the studded sky Be throne, at once, and fountain of thy rays, Yet in the unmeasured gulfs dividing them I dwell, and ever compass thee around, One spirit, effluence, operation, force, One dark, relentless heart, whose beats began With first of things, and shall be felt in all Forever ! Men may fear me, but they love : They seek the darkness rather than the light ; And all thine atoms, or in them or space, Are swallowed up in mine. Thus am I throned In sole omnipotence of Evil. JOVE. Hark ! I hear a noise of mighty multitudes, 31 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Confused, and crying from the fields of Earth, And in their cries I hear your names and mine. MAN. We found the Gods above our ancient idols, And worshipped them with voice and deed and duty. Each was unquestioned, each august and awful, And, knowing him, we rested in the knowledge. We grew in power, we builded towns and temples ; We wrought the wider fabric of the nations, We made the forces which we feared obey us. Lo ! now, their spirits, as our own in battle, Stand face to face : their dark or shining legions Meet in our souls, and tear us and bewilder. We yield to Law, we seek eternal Justice, We love the Good, yet we accept the Evil, We love our lives, we cling to joy and beauty, We render penitence, we pray for pardon, 32 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. We look past death to some serene Hereafter. Which of these things of ours shall we surrender ? They were bestowed : how can they be divided ? Shall we be umpires in the high, supernal Debate of Gods, or is there One beyond them Whom we have heard, through them, in changing voices ? Then come Thou near, enlighten and console us ! Take our own shape, be guide and God, yet brother! APOLLO. I come, your shepherd of the sunny hills In Thessaly, who from the reedy pipe Allured the hidden sweetness of your breath, And made a music of your empty lives. I taught ye beauty, harmony, and grace ; I lifted and ennobled ye ; I clothed Your limbs with glory and your brows with song. 33 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Nature, the hard, unfriendly mother, gave Her sweetest milk to nourish ye anew, And all her forms, as lovers or as friends, Moved in your life, and led your shining march Of ages, as a triumph ! Still I walk, Though unacknowledged, filling hungry ears With purer sound, and brightening weary eyes With visions of the beauty that may be. For Beauty is the order of the Gods, The ether breathed alone by souls uplift In aspiration, and the crown of all, Save whom dumb darkness and the bestial life Tread out of being. Reaching her, ye live. IMMANUEL. She is not Love. I know thy proud, pure face, And was content to see thy form as mine, In temples where the Truth was sought through me. 34 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. In love, in meekness and in lowliness, I did my Father s will : come unto me, Ye heavy-laden, weary sons of earth, And I will give you rest. I do but speak The things He bids me, of myself am naught. Love one another : inasmuch as ye Shall do it to the least of these, my brothers, Ye do it unto me. Behold, I came To bring ye peace, yet also bring a sword ; For love, and diligence in doing good, Mercy divine and holy charity, Stir up the evil that among you dwells ; But through the strife His Kingdom shall be based, Who is alone from everlasting on To everlasting : and His rule is love. MAN. One s face is fairer than the star of morning ; 35 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. One s voice is sweeter than the dew of Hermon To flowers that wither : who is there beside them ? And is there need of any one above him Who brings his gifts of good and love and mercy ? We climb to nobler knowledge, finer senses, And every triumph brings diviner promise, But Life is more : our souls for other waters Were sore athirst, till He unlocked the fountain. Now let us drink ; for as a hart that panteth, Escaped from spears across the burning desert, We think to drain the brook, yet still it floweth. THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. SCENE III. A vast landscape. Sunrise. CHORUS OF SPIRITS. IN the ether of stars, in the bath of the planets, In the darkest deeps of the severing spaces, The force of the Spirit is working on : And men have guessed it, have felt its glory, Have babbled its speech, and fathomed its secrets In earth and ocean and wind and flame. They have conquered the phantoms themselves created ; They have torn the masks from the gods aforetime, To find the mock of the face of Man. They sprinkle themselves with blood of atonement, 37 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Persuade their souls to believe and be quiet, Yet restlessly reach for the Wisdom beyond. The years are as breath, and as sands the ages ; Mid a myriad suns the world is a darkness ; The Deities die when their work is done. But the mantle of One is wide to enfold us, The heart of One is a Father s to love us, The spirit of One shall lift us and hold ! ODIN, BAAL, PERUN, AND MANITO. We are but shadows now, we know full well, Yet life is sweet, even that which shadows lead In mist, and storm, and twilights of the world. We have acknowledged Thee, the High, Unknown, Who sitt st above our passions : we depend On Thee, it seems, and would behold Thy face, If haply blood of Thine make grand our limbs, 38 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. As ours the strong, heroic shapes of men. We give the strength which meets and overcomes ; The amorous ardor which renews the world ; The fierceness which is needful as the love, And those indulgences to come, which lure Where judgment threatens : shall we live or die ? A VOICE FROM SPACE. I have allowed ye. 4 BRAHMA. On my moveless throne I hear, and, that I speak, suspend the work Of effortless creation. If Thou be The primal One, whose being only is Forever everywhere, I work for Thee, Thine eldest force, who fashioned Indra s peak, And from my hand the holy Ganges stream 39 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Poured as a long libation, bade the gods Be hatched in beasts and from the lotus-flower, And with the infant races sport, until These prayed to find me, and I was revealed. I saw my symbols stolen, saw my laws Transferred to other faiths, myself unknown By those who yet obeyed me and adored : But I am calm : no seed of meanest life Hath missed its place in falling from my hand, Nor any mesh in all my boundless net Of woven law hath felt unequal strain. A VOICE FROM SPACE. Thou doest the work I set, yet nam st thyself : I have no name. ORMUZD. Thou hast ! thy name is Good. I surely know Thee, since I sprang from Thee. 40 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. For Good is wisdom, Good is beauty, Good Is even the root below the flower of Love. I am not idle, though my nature sole Exists therein, but like the active sun^ My sacred orb, with silent energy Pervade the universe. A VOICE FROM SPACE. Good came from me. AHRIMAN. Whence, then, came I ? Born of the selfsame womb, If born, or separated even with him, From earliest stuff of Gods ! I work as well In mine own way : I am the thing I seem, And could not be, except in strife with him. He may revile me, but I owe him much : His children serve me in their ignorance, And round his brightest altars curls the smoke THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. I breathe below them. If he came from Thee, I came beside him and with him return. A VOICE FROM SPACE. And Evil I permitted. JOVE. In my youth I called Thee Fate, and trembled at Thy name. I felt Thou wast, but knew not what Thou wast. Thou gav st me fair dominions, happy realms, Hills that inspired, and wandering seas that sang, And noble forms of men that worshipped me. I taught them Order, Art, Humanity, And left them when the time foretold had found All these in ruin nearer to Thy feet. I bate no privilege of ancient pride ; If Thou art what I dream, it came from Thee ; And if I launched the thunder, loosed the leash 42 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. Of War and Pestilence, it was Thy will. I do not crouch, for Thou hast made me strong. A VOICE FROM SPACE. Thou wast my servant. ELOHIM. Art thou not ourselves ? We spread with Thee the waters of the deep, We hung with Thee the curtains of the heavens, And choired the morning stars ; we gave Thy law In thunder, and Thy mercy as the dew ; We banished other Gods from out Thy house, And smote the heathen : we translated Thee In human speech to men, and sealed with them Thy Covenant ; o er Thy chosen seed we watched In war, and exile, and captivity, And the strange lusts that visited their kings. 43 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. We mean to rule forever, and we claim Obedience of men and rival Gods. If what we hear be but our echoed voice, Then we have spoken. Who besides should speak From the unfathomed silence of the stars ? We walk the world and hear our names implored, Behold our power increase, our kingdom come. A VOICE FROM SPACE. Ye I commissioned. APOLLO. I but claimed a place Among the serving Gods, yet lords of men. Not mine to call existence from the void, Or give reward, save what in Beauty s self Is given forever : mine the simpler task To build one bridge that reaches to the sky, To teach one truth that brings eternal joy, 44 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. And from the imperfect world the promise wrest Of one perfection. If than this Man needs A broader hope, a loftier longing, yet This must he have ; bereft of it, he dies. He cannot feed on cold ascetic dreams, And mutilate the beauty of the world For something far and shapeless : he must give His eyes the form of what in him aspires, His ears the sound of that diviner speech He pines to speak, his soul the proud content Of having touched the skirts of perfect things. This much in him I foster, marring not Thy high design, but lending it a grace Which he, insane to grasp Thee, might forget. If Thou, as needs Thou must, be harmony, The soft concordance of my Delphic lute Is heard between Thy thunders, and I keep My gentle state in dear humanity. 45 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. A VOICE FROM SPACE. Live ! Beauty is of me. IMMANUEL. And thou art chief A God of Love ! Who hath seen me hath seen The Father. I was sent from Thee to teach Thy Truth to souls anhungered ; if I left Untaught the things of less account, I spake No prohibition. Men have used my name To mortify their bodies, maim their lives, And plant with sorrow where I came to sow The seeds of joy, as in that pleasant land, In Cana s mansion and the home of Nain. I know that I am Thine : my heart leaps up To hear Thee, and I lean, as doth a child, Upon Thy bosom. I have done Thy will, My Father, who hast not forsaken me. Accept my work, and bless me : Thou art Love ! 46 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. A VOICE FROM SPACE. Yea, most am Love ! IMMANUEL. Then am I near to Thee ! A VOICE FROM SPACE. Thou art my one begotten Son, in whom I am well pleased. MAN. We hearken to the words We cannot understand. If we look up Beyond the shining form wherein Thy Love Made holiest revelation, we must shade Our eyes beneath the broadening wing of Doubt, To save us from Thy splendor. All we learn From delving in the marrow of the Earth, From scattering thought among the timeless stars, From slow-deciphered hieroglyphs of power 47 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. In chemic forces, planetary paths, Or primal cells whence all Thy worlds are born, But lifts Thee higher, seats Thee more august, Till Thou art grown so vast and wonderful, We dare not name Thee, scarce dare pray to Thee. Yet what Thou art Thyself hast taught us : Thou Didst plant the ladders which we seek to climb, Didst satisfy the heart, yet leave the brain To work its own new miracles, and read Thy thoughts, and stretch its agonizing hands To grasp Thee. Chide us not : be patient : we Are children still, we were mistaken oft, Yet we believe that in some riper time Thy perfect Truth shall come. A VOICE FROM SPACE. Wait ! Ye shall know. FINIS. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. Fine schedule: 25 cents on first day overdue 50 cents on fourth day overdue One dollar on seventh day overdue. JUN 10 1947 LD 21-100m-12, 46(A2012sl6)4120 le masque ard ol the God mas M269527 THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY