But give God time; and life is but a span, INFINITY I DARE not think that thou art by, to stand And face omnipotence so near at hand! Barrett Eastman RICHARD SOMERS His body lies upon the shore, And over him shine tropic suns; Above him droop the languid trees, Nor sees the waters rock the moon, Vain roars old Ocean in his ear, Calling to him from mighty deeps, Yearning for him who loved the main. Never shall he make sail again; Under the restless sands he sleeps, He is at rest, he cannot hear. But when the Trumpet sounds alarms Then out from his unquiet bed JOY ENOUGH INTO the caverns of the sea And no man knoweth what is there, It may be we shall find our kin It may be we with them shall lie, William Vaughn Moody The fair-haired keeper of their love and trust. Now limb doth mingle with dissolved limb In nature's busy old democracy To flush the mountain laurel when she blows Sweet by the southern sea, And heart with crumbled heart climbs in the rose: The untaught hearts with the high heart that knew This mountain fortress for no earthly hold Of temporal quarrel, but the bastion old Of spiritual wrong, Built by an unjust nation sheer and strong, Expugnable but by a nation's rue And bowing down before that equal shrine By all men held divine, Whereof his band and he were the most holy sign. "NO HINT OF STAIN" We are our fathers' sons: let those who lead us know! 'Twas only yesterday sick Cuba's cry Came up the tropic wind, "Now help us, for we die!" Then Alabama heard, And rising, pale, to Maine and Idaho Proud state with proud impassioned state conferred, And at the lifting of a hand sprang forth, Shed on the awful hill slope at San Juan, With the old mystic joys And starry griefs, now the spring nights With ashes of the hearth shall be made Our hair, and wailing shall be in the tent: Shall our intolerable self-disdain 0 who lead, Blindness we may forgive, but baseness we will smite. curving coral bar, Smelt the good green smell of grass and shrub and tree. We had barely room for swinging with the tide There were many of us crowded in the bay: Three Germans, and the English ship, beside Our three- and from the Trenton where Through the sunset calms and after, We all knew a storm was coming, but, Through the roar of winds and waters we could hear wild voices scream See the rocking masts reel by us through the spray. In the gale we drove and drifted helplessly, With our rudder gone, our engine-fires drowned, And none might hope another hour to see; For all the air was desperate with the sound Of the brave ships rent asunder — Of the shrieking souls sucked under, 'Neath the waves, where many a good man's grave was found. About noon, upon our quarter, from the deeper gloom afar, Came the English man-of-war Calliope. "We have lost our anchors, comrades, and, though small the chances are, We must steer for safety and the open sea." Then we climbed aloft to cheer her as she passed Through the tempest and the blackness and the foam: |