• This the true sign of ruin to a race—
      It undertakes no march, and day by day
    Drowses in camp, or, with the laggard’s pace,
      Walks sentry o’er possessions that decay;
      Destined, with sensible waste, to fleet away;—
    For the first secret of continued power
      Is the continued conquest;—all our sway
    Hath surety in the uses of the hour;...

  • We are the Ancient People;
      Our father is the Sun;
    Our mother, the Earth, where the mountains tower
      And the rivers seaward run;
    The stars are the children of the sky,
      The red men of the plain;
    And ages over us both had rolled
      Before you crossed the main;—
    For we are the Ancient People,
      Born with the wind and rain...

  •        "Let there be light."

     

                         Light to the darkened mind

            Bear, like the sun, the world's wide circle round,

            Bright messengers that speak without a sound!

                         Sight on the spirit blind

            Shall fall whene'er ye pass; your living ray
    ...

  • Do People moulder equally,

    They bury, in the Grave?

    I do believe a Species

    As positively live


    As I, who testify it

    Deny that I — am dead —

    And fill my Lungs, for Witness —

    From Tanks — above my Head —


    I say to you, said Jesus —

    That there be standing here...

  • *


    Some people admire the work of a Fool

    For its sure to keep your judgment cool

    It does not reproach you with want of wit

    It is not like a lawyer serving a writ

  • The feet of people walking home -

    With gayer sandals go -

    The Crocus, till she rises

    The Vassal of the snow -


    The lips at Hallelujah

    Long years of practise bore -

    Till bye and bye these Bargemen

    Walked singing, on the shore.


    Pearls are the Diver's farthings -
    ...

  • Those fair — fictitious People —

    The Women — plucked away

    From our familiar Lifetime —

    The Men of Ivory —


    Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas —

    Who stay upon the Wall

    In Everlasting Keepsake —

    Can Anybody tell?


    We trust — in places perfecter —

    Inheriting...