17 The grim Geneva ministers With anxious scowl drew near, As you have seen the ravens flock Around the dying deer. He would not deign them word nor sign, But alone he bent the knee ; And veiled his face for Christ's dear grace Then radiant and serene he rose, 18 195 200 A beam of light fell o'er him, 205 Like a glory round the shriven, And he climbed the lofty ladder As it were the path to heaven. Then came a flash from out the cloud, 210 And no man dared to look aloft, There was another heavy sound, And darkness swept across the sky- 215 W. E. AYTOUN. 351 TUBAL CAIN Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when Earth was young; And he lifted high his brawny hand Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, 5 And he sang- Hurra for my handiwork! 10 Hurra for the hand that shall wield them well, For he shall be king and lord!' To Tubal Cain came many a one, As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one prayed for a strong steel blade As the crown of his desire: And he made them weapons sharp and strong, Till they shouted loud for glee, And gave him gifts of pearl and gold, And spoils of the forest free. And they sang-Hurra for Tubal Cain, 14 20 Hurra for the smith, hurra for the fire, But a sudden change came o'er his heart, 25 And Tubal Cain was filled with pain He saw that men, with rage and hate, 30 That the land was red with the blood they shed In their lust for carnage, blind. And he said- Alas! that ever I made, Or that skill of mine should plan, The spear and the sword for men whose joy 35 Is to slay their fellow-man.' And for many a day old Tubal Cain And his hand forbore to smite the ore, And his furnace smouldered low. And bared his strong right arm for work, 40 And he sang-' Hurra for my handicraft! ' 45 And the red sparks lit the air; 'Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made,' And he fashioned the first ploughshare. And men, taught wisdom from the past, 50 Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall, And ploughed the willing lands; And sang Hurra for Tubal Cain! Our stanch good friend is he; And for the ploughshare and the plough To him our praise shall be. But while oppression lifts its head, Though we may thank him for the Plough, 55 60 C. MACKAY. 352 QUA CURSUM VENTUS As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay Are scarce long leagues apart descried; When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, E'en so—but why the tale reveal Of those, whom year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged ? At dead of night their sails were filled, And onward each rejoicing steered— Ah, neither blame, for neither willed, Or wist, what first with dawn appeared! 5 9 15 To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, Brave barks! In light, in darkness too, Through winds and tides one compass guides— To that, and your own selves, be true. But O blithe breeze! and O great seas, One port, methought, alike they sought, A. H. CLOUGH. 20 25 353 Say not, the struggle naught availeth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright. A. H. CLOUGII. 354 Where lies the land to which the ship would go Away, On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face, On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave, ? 5 11 Where lies the land to which the ship would go? And where the land she travels from? Away, 355 A. H. CLOUGH. 16 'O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE ' Longum illud tempus, quum non ero, magis me movet, quam hoc exiguum.-CICERO, ad Att. xii. 18. O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, 5 In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues. |