From THE WORD AT ST. KAVIN'S BY BLISS CARMAN Therefore, my friends, I say Back to the fair sweet way Our Mother Nature taught us long ago, The large primeval mood, Leisure and amplitude, The dignity of patience strong and slow. Let us go in once more By some blue mountain door, And hold communion with the forest leaves; Where long ago we trod The Ghost House of the God, Through orange dawns and amethystine eves! THE RECOMPENSE1 BY ANNA WICKHAM Of every step I took in pain I had some gain. Of every night of blind excess I had reward of half-dead idleness. Back to the lone road With the old load! But rest at night is sweet To wounded feet. And when the day is long, There is miraculous reward of song. 1 From "The Contemplative Quarry" by Anna Wickham, copyright, 1921, by Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc. From SAINT PAUL BY F. W. H. MYERS God who, whatever frenzy of our fretting, TO A FRIEND Chafing at Enforced Idleness from Interrupted Health Soon may the edict lapse, that on you lays For they are blest that have not much to rue- "WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, BY ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH It fortifies my soul to know That, howsoe'er I stray and range, MAGNA EST VERITAS BY COVENTRY PATMORE Here, in this little Bay, Full of tumultuous life and great repose, The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes, For want of me the world's course will not fail; |