heavy bars.

A LIFE

I.

Let us rise up and live! Behold, each thing

Is ready for the moulding of our hand.

Long have they all awaited our command;

None other will they ever own for king.

Until we come no bird dare try to sing,

Nor any sea its power may understand;

No buds are on the trees; in every land

Year asketh year some tidings of some Spring.

Yea, it is time,—high time we were awake!

Simple indeed shall life be unto us.

What part is ours?—To take what all things give;

To feel the whole world growing for our sake;

To have sure knowledge of the marvellous;

To laugh and love.—Let us rise up and live!

II.

Let us rule well and long. We will build here

Our city in the pathway of the sun.

On this side shall this mighty river run;

Along its course well-laden ships shall steer.

Beyond, great mountains shall their crests uprear,

That from their sides our jewels may be won.

Let all you toil! Behold, it is well done;

Under our sway all far things fall and near!

All time is ours! Let us rule long and well!

So we have reigned for many a long, long day.

No change can come.... What hath that slave to tell,

Who dares to stop us on our royal way?

"O King, last night within thy garden fell,

From thine own tree, a rose whose leaves were gray."

III.

Let us lie down and sleep! All things are still,

And everywhere doth rest alone seem sweet.

No more is heard the sound of hurrying feet

Athrough the land their echoes once did fill.

Even the wind knows not its ancient will,

For each ship floats with undisturbéd sheet:

Naught stirs except the Sun, who hastes to greet

His handmaiden, the utmost western hill.

Ah, there the glory is! O west of gold!

Once seemed our life to us as glad and fair;

We knew nor pain nor sorrow anywhere!

O crimson clouds! O mountains autumn-stoled!

Across even you long shadows soon must sweep.

We too have lived. Let us lie down and sleep!

IV.

Nay, let us kneel and pray! The fault was ours,

O Lord! No other ones have sinned as we.

The Spring was with us and we praised not thee;

We gave no thanks for Summer's strangest flowers.

We built us many ships, and mighty towers,

And held awhile the whole broad world in fee:

Yea, and it sometime writhed at our decree!

The stars, the winds,—all they were subject-powers.

All things we had for slave. We knew no God;

We saw no place on earth where His feet trod—

This earth, where now the Winter hath full sway,

Well shrouded under cold white snows and deep.

We rose and lived; we ruled; yet, ere we sleep,

O Unknown God,—Let us kneel down and pray!

AT MATINS

Because I ever have gone down Thy ways

With joyous heart and undivided praise,

I pray Thee, Lord, of Thy great loving-kindness,

Thou'lt make to-day even as my yesterdays!"

(At the edge of the yellow dawn I saw them stand,

Body and Soul; and they were hand-in-hand:

The Soul looked backward where the last night's blindness

Lay still upon the unawakened land;

But the Body, in the sun's light well arrayed,

Fronted the east, grandly and unafraid:

I knew that it was one might never falter

Although the Soul seemed shaken as it prayed.)

"O Lord" (the Soul said), "I would ask one thing:

Send out Thy rapid messengers to bring

Me to the shadows which about Thine altar

Are ever born and always gathering.

"For I am weary now, and would lie dead

Where I may not behold my old days shed

Like withered leaves around me and above me;

Hear me, O Lord, and I am comforted!"

"O Lord, because I ever deemed Thee kind"

(The Body's words were borne in on the wind);

"Because I knew that Thou wouldst