REX THE bard and mystic held me for their own, And these from the crowd's edge well pleased beheld The service done to me as done to them.' WITH the key of the secret he marches faster, From strength to strength, and for night brings day; While classes or tribes, too weak to master SUUM CUIQUE WILT thou seal up the avenues of ill? IF curses be the wage of love, Hide in thy skies, thou fruitless Jove, Not to be named: It is clear Why the gods will not appear; WHEN wrath and terror changed Jove's regal port, And the rash-leaping thunderbolt fell short. SHUN passion, fold the hands of thrift, Suddenly it will uplift Your eyelids to the sphere: Wait a little, you shall see THE rules to men made evident ON bravely through the sunshine and the showers! Time hath his work to do and we have ours. THE BOHEMIAN HYMN IN In many forms we try To utter God's infinity, But the boundless hath no form, And the Universal Friend Doth as far transcend An angel as a worm. The great Idea baffles wit, It leaves the learned in the lurch; GRACE How much, preventing God, how much I owe INSIGHT POWER that by obedience grows, PAN O WHAT are heroes, prophets, men, But pipes through which the breath of Pan doth blow A momentary music. Being's tide Swells hitherward, and myriads of forms MONADNOC FROM AFAR DARK flower of Cheshire garden, Thy sombre head with rosy hues Well the Planter knew how strongly SEPTEMBER In the turbulent beauty Of a gusty Autumn day, Poet on a sunny headland Sighed his soul away. Farms the sunny landscape dappled, Swandown clouds dappled the farms, Cattle lowed in mellow distance Where far oaks outstretched their arms. Sudden gusts came full of meaning, |