soldier, the terror of the driven worker, and drop them one by one into the lake.

Will you be quiet, my friends—will you gather close, you who strive so hard to do, and do? See, I bring you gifts of silence, and cool snows.

FLOOD TIDE 1

BY HERMANN HAGEDORN

Such quiet gray and green! Such peaceful farms!
No whistle here, no horn, no clamorous swarms!
Only the bay's low rippling on the beach,
The spruce's murmuring, the reed's faint speech.
Oh, sweet and moody twilight, it is good
For starving eyes and ears to find such food!
Good for the slack spine, or the quavering knee,
Good for the frightened heart to scent the sea.
Oh, dark, slow waters, creeping up these meadows,
Resistless, punctual, and mute as shadows,
What spirit, smarting, choked with dust and bruised,
Lashed by the jealous hours, by tongues confused,
Stunted by small dreams, would not thrill to see,
Once more, this pulse-beat of infinity?

MY NOSEGAYS ARE FOR CAPTIVES

BY EMILY DICKINSON

My nosegays are for captives;

Dim, long-expectant eyes,

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Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.

THE CREED OF THE WOOD

BY KATHARINE LEE BATES

A whiff of forest scent,
Balsam and fern,

Won from dreary mood

My heart's return,

From its discontent,
Joy's run-away,

To the sweet, wise wood
And the laughing day.

Simple as dew and gleam
Is the creed of the wood!
The Beautiful gave us life,
And life is good.

Be the world but a dream,
Let the world go shod
With peace, not strife,
For the Dreamer is God.

"WITH PIPE AND FLUTE"

(To Edmund Gosse)

BY AUSTIN DOBSON

With pipe and flute the rustic Pan
Of old made music sweet for man;
And wonder hushed the warbling bird,
And closer drew the calm-eyed herd,-
The rolling river slowlier ran.

Ah! would,-ah! would, a little span,
Some air of Arcady could fan
This age of ours, too seldom stirred
With pipe and flute!

But now for gold we plot and plan;
And from Beersheba unto Dan,
Apollo's self might pass unheard,

Or find the night-jar's note preferred;-
Not so it fared, when time began,
With pipe and flute!

HOMESICK IN ENGLAND

BY ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER

I love the glamour of English towns,
The abbeys and castles and blossoming downs,

Shakespeare's cottage, Westminster, vast
With organ notes from the dominant past,

And English people and English beer;-
But still it is Maine I'm missing here.

I long for the sparkle and foam and dash
Of the rollicking, headlong Allagash

Where the silk fawn feeds and the eagle flies
Twenty leagues from the rails and ties.

Crushed balsam bark with the spicy smell
When the mad stream juggles the wood pellmell,

And the feel of your canthook, strangely alive, As you shepherd the rear of the great log drive.

The lonely shores of Sourdnahunk

Where the young mink wrestle like kittens, drunk

With the heady sun and the sparkling air,
And the shy bear lurks in his shadowy lair.

Where the fierce two-pounder lustily tackles
The little green fly with the little brown hackles.

I miss the pull of my three stone pack,
And the uncut forests without a track

Where compass and map and Katahdin's peak Are all the guides that I care to seek,

And all the companions I care to choose

Are the fox and the deer and the haughty moose;

Till I stumble on some crude trapper's den
And he shows me the kindness of primitive men,

And, after a feast of Adam's ale,

Trout and partridge and beaver tail,

The birch fire gleams on the forest walls
While my Homeric host recalls

How he swamped in white water near Roarin' Rocks And lost that wonderful silver fox.

Yes, I love the glamour of English towns,

The abbeys and castles and blossoming downs

And the scent of an English country lane,-
But none of these can make up for Maine!

THE HILL-BORN

BY MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT

You who are born of the hills,

Hill-bred, lover of hills,

Though the world may not treat you aright,
Though your soul be aweary with ills:
This will you know above other men,

In the hills you will find your peace again.