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HE WHOM A DREAM HATH POSSESSED
The man possessed by a vision is not perplexed, troubled, restricted, as the rest of us are. He wanders yet is not lost from home, sees a million dawns yet never night descending, faces death and destruction and in them finds triumph.
[E whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of doubting,
For mist and the blowing of winds and the mouthing of words he scorns;
Not the sinuous speech of schools he hears, but a knightly shouting,
And never comes darkness down, yet he greeteth a million morns.
He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of roaming;
All roads and the flowing of waves and the speediest flight he knows,
But wherever his feet are set, his soul is forever homing, And going, he comes, and coming he heareth a call and
He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of
At death and the dropping of leaves and the fading of suns he smiles,
For a dream remembers no past and scorns the desire of
And a dream in a sea of doom sets surely the ultimate isles.
He whom a dream hath possessed treads the impalpable
From the dust of the day's long road he leaps to a laughing star,
And the ruin of worlds that fall he views from eternal arches,
And rides God's battlefield in a flashing and golden car.
From "The Lyric Year,"
Sheamus O Sheel.
As necessity is the mother of invention, strong desire is the mother of attainment.
IF you go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it, If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry and cheap for it
If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,
Fret for it,
Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,
If you'll simply go after that thing that you want,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,
You'll get it!
From "Things As They Are,"
George H. Doran Co., Publishers.
PLAY THE GAME
The Duke of Wellington said that the battle of Waterloo was won on the cricket fields of Eton. English sport at its best is admirable; it asks outward triumph if possible, but far more it asks that one do his best till the very end and treat his opponent with courtesy and fairness. The spirit thus instilled at school has again and again been carried in after life into the large affairs of the nation.
HERE'S a breathless hush in the Close
Ten to make and the match to win-
The sand of the desert is sodden red
Red with the wreck of a square that broke;
This is the word that year by year,
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling, fling to the host behind
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!"
From "Admirals All, and Other Verses,"
The John Lane Co.
THE MAN WHO FRETS AT WORLDLY STRIFE
"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" exclaims Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream. And well might the fairy marvel who sees folk vexing themselves over matters that nine times out of ten come to nothing. Much wiser is the man who smiles at misfortunes, even when they are real ones and affect him personally. Charles Lamb once cheerfully helped to hiss off the stage a play he himself had written.
HE man who frets at worldly strife
Give us the lad whose happy life
Is one perpetual grin:
He, Midas-like, turns all to gold-
And laughs though wet or dry.
There's fun in everything we meet,-
So, come what may, the man's in luck
And laughing, cries, with honest Puck,
Joseph Rodman Drake.
Calmness of mind to face anything the future may have in store is expressed in this quatrain.
HERE'S a sigh to those who love me
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky's above me,
An optimist has been described as a man who orders oysters at a restaurant and expects to find a pearl to pay the bill with. This of course is not optimism, but brazen brainlessness. Yet somehow the pearls come only to those who expect them.
WEAR ain't been the very best ;—
Maybe craps way short; the rills