‘Twixt the two
Wise men go;
Find the baby,
Grasp the star-
Heirs of all things
Near and far!
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How shall he sing who hath no song?
Will cannot wake the sleeping song!Yea, Love itself in vain may longTo sing with them that have a song,Or, mirthless, laugh with Mirth!He who would sing but hath no songMust speak the right, denounce the wrong,Must humbly front the indignant throng,Must yield his back to Satire’s thong,Nor shield his face from liar’s prong,Must say and…
Summer, sweet Summer, many-fingered Summer!
It is the kernel of the year to-day-All hail to thee! thou art a welcome comer!If every insect were a fairy drummer,And I a fifer that could deftly play,We’d give the old Earth such a roundelayThat she would cast all thought of labour from her.-Ah! what is this upon my window-pane?Some sulky, drooping cloud comes…
On the far horizon there
Though the wind is in the airThere is stupor east and west.For the sky no change is making,Scarce we know it from the plain;Droop its eyelids never waking,Blinded by the misty rain;Save on high one little spot,Round the baffled moon a spaceWhere the tumult ceaseth not:Wildly goes the midnight race!And a joy doth rise in…
Would-be prophets tell us
Them that walked our fellowsIn the ways below!Smoking, smouldering TophetsSteaming hopeless plaints!Dreary, mole-eyed prophets!Mean, skin-pledging saints!Knowing not the FatherWhat their prophecies!Grapes of such none gather,Only thorns and lies.Loving thus the brother,How the Father tell?Go without each otherTo your heavenly hell!
Of the poor bird that cannot fly
For prisoners and for exiles allYou let the tears of pity fall;And very true the grief should beThat mourns the bondage of the free.The soul-shehas a fatherland;Bindshernot many a tyrant’s hand?And the winged spirit has a home,But can she always homeward come?Poor souls, with all their wounds and foes,Will you not also pity those?
To Jordan when our Lord had gone,
He took his baptism of St. John,His work and charge fulfilling;Therein he did appoint a bathTo wash us from defilement,And there to drown that cruel DeathIn his blood of assoilment:‘Twas no less than a new life.Let all then hear and right receiveThe baptism of the Father;And learn what Christians must believe,Shunning where heretics gather.Water indeed,…