II.

Then all things look strange in the pure golden æther;
We walk through the gardens with hands linked together,
And the lilies look large as the trees;

And as loud as the birds, sing the bloom-loving bees,
And the birds sing like angels, so mystical-fine,
And the cedars are brushing the archangels' feet,
And time is eternity, love is divine,

And the world is complete.

Now, God bless the child,-father, mother, respond! O Life, O Beyond,

Thou art strange, thou art sweet.

III.

Then we leap on the earth with the armour of youth, And the earth rings again;

And we breathe out, 'O beauty!' we cry out, 'O truth!' And the bloom of our lips drops with wine,

And our blood runs amazed 'neath the calm hyaline; The earth cleaves to the foot, the sun burns to the

brain,

What is this exultation? and what this despair ?—The strong pleasure is smiting the nerves into pain, And we drop from the Fair as we climb to the Fair, And we lie in a trance at its feet;

And the breath of an angel cold-piercing the air

Breathes fresh on our faces in swoon,

And we think him so near he is this side the sun,

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D

And we wake to a whisper self-murmured and fond,

O Life, O Beyond,

Thou art strange, thou art sweet!

IV.

And the winds and the waters in pastoral measures
Go winding around us, with roll upon roll,
Till the soul lies within in a circle of pleasures
Which hideth the soul:

And we run with the stag, and we leap with the horse,
And we swim with the fish through the broad water-

course,

And we strike with the falcon, and hunt with the hound,
And the joy which is in us flies out by a wound.
And we shout so aloud, 'We exult, we rejoice,'
That we lose the low moan of our brothers around:
And we shout so adeep down creation's profound,
We are deaf to God's voice.

And we bind the rose-garland on forehead and ears
Yet we are not ashamed,

And the dew of the roses that runneth unblamed

Down our cheeks, is not taken for tears. Help us, God! trust us, man, love us, woman! 'I hold Thy small head in my hands,—with its grapelets of gold Growing bright through my fingers,-like altar for oath, 'Neath the vast golden spaces like witnessing faces That watch the eternity strong in the trothI love thee, I leave thee,

Live for thee, die for thee!

I prove thee, deceive thee,

Undo evermore thee!

Help me, God! slay me, man!-one is mourning for both.'
And we stand up though young near the funeral-sheet
Which covers old Cæsar and old Pharamond,

And death is so nigh us, life cools from its heat.
O Life, O Beyond,

Art thou fair, art thou sweet?

V.

Then we act to a purpose, we spring up erect:
We will tame the wild mouths of the wilderness-steeds,
We will plough up the deep in the ships double-decked,
We will build the great cities, and do the great deeds,
Strike the steel upon steel, strike the soul upon soul,
Strike the dole on the weal, overcoming the dole.
Let the cloud meet the cloud in a grand thunder-roll!
'While the eagle of Thought rides the tempest in scorn,
Who cares if the lightning is burning the corn?
Let us sit on the thrones

In a purple sublimity,

And grind down men's bones

To a pale unanimity.

Speed me, God! serve me, man! I am god over men ; When I speak in my cloud, none shall answer again; 'Neath the stripe and the bond,

Lie and mourn at my feet!'

O Life, O Beyond,

Thou art strange, thou art sweet!

VI.

Then we grow into thought, and with inward ascensions
Touch the bounds of our Being.

We lie in the dark here, swathed doubly around
With our sensual relations and social conventions,
Yet are 'ware of a sight, yet are 'ware of a sound
Beyond Hearing and Seeing,-

Are aware that a Hades rolls deep on all sides
With its infinite tides

About and above us,-until the strong arch

Of our life creaks and bends as if ready for falling, And through the dim rolling we hear the sweet calling Of spirits that speak in a soft under-tongue

The sense of the mystical march:

And we cry to them softly,' Come nearer, come nearer And lift up the lap of this dark, and speak clearer, And teach us the song that ye sung!'

And we smile in our thought as they answer or no,
For to dream of a sweetness is sweet as to know.
Wonders breathe in our face

And we ask not their name;
Love takes all the blame

Of the world's prison-place;

And we sing back the songs as we guess them, aloud,

And we send

up the lark of our music that cuts

Untired through the cloud

To beat with its wings at the lattice Heaven shuts; Yet the angels look down and the mortals look up As the little wings beat,

And the poet is blessed with their pity or hope. 'Twixt the heavens and the earth can a poet despond? O Life, O Beyond,

Thou art strange, thou art sweet!

VII.

Then we wring from our souls their applicative strength,
And bend to the cord the strong bow of our ken,
And bringing our lives to the level of others

Hold the cup we have filled, to their uses at length.
'Help me, God! love me, man! I am man among men,
And my life is a pledge

Of the ease of another's!'

From the fire and the water we drive out the steam With a rush and a roar and the speed of a dream; And the car without horses, the car without wings, Roars onward and flies

On its grey iron edge

'Neath the heat of a Thought sitting still in our eyes:
And our hand knots in air, with the bridge that it flings,
Two peaks far disruptured by ocean and skies,
And, lifting a fold of the smooth-flowing Thames,
Draws under the world with its turmoils and pothers,
While the swans float on softly, untouched in their calms
By humanity's hum at the root of the springs.
And with reachings of Thought we reach down to the
deeps

Of the souls of our brothers,
We teach them full words with our slow-moving lips,