REALIZED earnestness, in every game
Flung, like Thor's hammer, always at an aim.
Heart-action, valour's heart-felt cheerfulness,
Making the firm lips smile in grief's worst stress.
Due keeping, though none witness, claim, or force,
Whatever bond thy conscience doth endorse.
What conscience warrants thee
thy right shall be:
RIGHT is the secret of Eternity.
The perfect sight of
duty; thought that moulds
A rounded life, and all its aim beholds.
The debt of Life.
To what? Unto the whole
Of Life,—unto the Universal Soul.
The soul's due exercize, by will impell'd:
The courser of a chariot, driven and held.
life of thought, look, word, and deed:
Of endless worth the never failing seed.
Inaction: the soul's sleep: God doth not die,
Needing no rest in his eternity.
The child of Exercize and Truth, whom Mirth
Nursed from the very moment of its birth.
Trust in the Beautiful. Undoubting Youth!
Thy Mistress is not truer than God's Truth.
The baluster of life, whose stairs are creeds
Whereon the eternal soul tow'rd God proceeds.
Obeisance unto Greatness understood:
The first step of a human life toward Good.
An offering unto God, a gift of worth;
The halcyon of the storms that toss our earth.
The thankful smile that lights the martyr's pyre;
The highest Jubilate of God's choir.
Elijah's chariot of winged fire:
We journey heavenward when we aspire.
Grazing, he looks on earth: how can he see
The opening heavens and God's eternity?
Think what God doth for man: so mayst thou know
How god-like service is, and serve also.
Life, health, worth,
worship,—rest itself no more
Than labour the tired labourer to restore.
The perfectly rounded wholeness of a life
Whose core is truth, whose hours are ne'er at strife.
Virtue is Manhood.
Male and female He
Created Man, and said—Live manfully!
The user of virtuous qualities; the hand
That grasps and guides and forward thrusts the brand.
A life's beginning: ay! the very ground
Where best expedients flourish and abound.
Begun, or promised: it is all the same.
False is the arrow falls short of its aim.
The parent of an act, the seed of worth:
Life's threshold. Pilgrim! halt not, but go forth.
says—'I will do; at least I try,'
'I will' is a bond, an oath, a prophecy.
Ex pede: building, hastening, foot by foot.
Building foundation needs, as growth needs root.
Paralysis of will; torpedo doubt,
Changing the accomplish'd knight to helpless lout.
The shadow of a slave who turns his back
On the light, and cries—The universe is black.
Some fear to dare not;
some 'dare' when none see;
Some are blind-bold: none dare of all these three.
The mountain's image trembles in the lake:
Lake Doubt. Perhaps the mountain does not quake.
Folly's unproveable assertions; lies
Given credence to by credulous cowardice.
I worshipp'd Truth and Justice: wherefore I
Had Disappointment for my enemy.
Baffled and helpless Valour laid in bonds,
That bideth God's delay, and ne'er desponds.
Unchain me, Strength! from this Caucasian fell:
For I have acted and endured as well.
One of the stairs to heaven.
Halt not to count
What you have trampled on! Look up, and mount!
Who knows? Each year, as every wheat-seed, dies:
And so God harvests his eternities.
Christ on his Cross, Prometheus vulture-riven:
A sacrificial flame that reaches heaven.
The harvest of a worshipful essay.
The sower waits the season: God his stay.
Lo where some dunghill cock 'mid rotting sheaves
Crows—'I am laurel-crown'd': but who believes?
A saintly glory:
ay! a starry crown
Bright in the night-time of Oblivion's frown.
The opportunity for healthy growth;
No liar's licence, but a virtuous oath.
Blasphemy 'gainst thy
self: a making foul
The Holy of Holies even in thine own soul.
Inquire of God! of thine own soul!
In yon field hangs a scarecrow: will he say?
The wage of Baseness;
and the shadow of Wrong:
However lofty or however strong.
A flower on the highway-side. Enjoy its grace;
But turn not from thy road, nor slacken pace!
One of God's words to thee. Is it a curse?
Contempt and even pleasure might be worse.
Pure worship of the
Under whatever form it comes to you.
A vision, or an image, or a look,
Of the Eternal in Time's rippling brook.
'To the pure all things pure' does not include
Practice or knowledge of the impure and lewd.
Beasts have their appetites and instincts; men
The passion of love: live differently, then!
A temple's vestal guardian, who maintains
Even the marbled avenue pure from stains.
The wedding of the twin halves of the soul:
Making one perfect and productive whole.
Hand-linking of two sympathetic lives;
A double bloom that in mid-winter thrives.
The sunshine arid the starlight of the soul:
God's smile on Courage nearing Virtue's goal.
A bloom that groweth
not on every flower:
But only on Beauty in some fortunate hour.
Resign is re-assign. To God resign!
But man gave nought: contend while life is thine.
The cup-bearer of life:
In heaven the bride of Strength: Gods call her Faith.
More real than Hope and far even Faith above
Is Charity: when Charity is Love.
A coward's arrow aim'd
with the feather first;
The vile begetter of a race accurst.
Holding with Evil, flunkeying a
This is Thieves' Honour, but not Loyalty.
Not the mere holding a great flag unfurl'd,—
But making it the goodliest in the world.
Victory's good angel, not a corse 'mong
The shepherd's dog scorns peace on wolfish terms.
Cain's cowardliest son, whose yet more insolent word
Is—I am not my brother's keeper, Lord!
Real Trade is the honest interchange of wealth.
The eyeless-needle-seller's name was Stealth.
blind old Milton's thought;
Job's patience; and the lesson Lazarus taught.
Can Wealth be envious?
Dives! Dives! thou
For all thy wealth dost envy Lazarus now.
The oil on a slave's chain;
the ease of beasts;
Sometimes brave Strength despising common, feasts.
The swinish greed which of all good would make
Merely a pool its own vile thirst to slake.
Be jealous of evil, but make way for good!
True Jealousy! act not as Envy would!
bed? No! Justice' equal beam:
Which weigheth all, both what they are and seem.
Last night I wore a cloak; this morning not.
Last night was cold; this morning it was hot.
Be narrow!—as the bud, the flame, the dart:
But narrow in thy aim, not at thy heart.
The sightless Angel by God's Throne, who hears
The falling of the Wrong'd One's lightest tears.
Twin genii of life prepare G'od's
The fair one Mercy call'd, the dark one Wrath.
The thunder-burst that clears the stagnant air;
A divine fury; Truth with horrent hair.
God's sentence upon Wrong: or lightning swift,
Or slowly gathering like a winter drift.
When God names thee his
Spare to revenge thyself on erring men.
Evening the scale of life down-drawn by ill:
Not heaping on wrong done more wrongful will.
of a wrong. What then?
Are not wrong-doers mostly brother men?
The tears that left undimm'd the Angel's eyes
When he thrust Adam forth from Paradise.
Serve thou Truth first, albeit Tolerance wait!
Falsehood is more intolerable than hate.
Ask the physician if he seeks to please!
How shall we name the kind Austerities?
Sincerity of speech: the temperate breeze
That gives the convalescing health and ease.
True liberality gives of its own:
And charity for vice and crime has none.
The giving grandly.
Giving never asks
For gratitude; nor barters; nor sets tasks.
Well! at best but an intent,
May not a poor man be benevolent?
to the Poor lends to the Lord:
The usurer trusts to the securest word.
Selling for glory?
lending to the Lord?
I will not ask even Conscience for reward.
Reality: no ape in a lion's skin,
But Crowned Strength that worthily doth win.
His Grace's scullion, housed at Beulah Spa,
Keeping a gig; Vulgarity's Mamma.
The grace and delicate manner of a flower;
The expression of a heart of genial power.
A royalest grace; the womanly bending down
From queenliest state to even the lowliest clown.
Due reverence toward thyself. Doth God come there?
Make thou the house well worthy his repair.
Self, seen in a puddle: lift thee toward the sky,
And proudly thank God for Eternity!
A mule with blinkers. Ay! he goes quite straight;
Runs at the gate-post and will miss the gate.
The saddle-girth of valour.
Thou art wise
To gird it well, but not around thine eyes.
Twice two is four, but three and two is five:
Shall Five and Four or compromise or strive?
Shirking the battle.
Every morn doth sound
God's trumpet-call: where then shouldst thou be
Earth gave Antaeus,
oft as thrown, new force:
Yet Hercules held in the air his corse.