"En Voyage"

lang, lang days o' simmer,

When the clear and cloudless sky
fuses ae wee drap o' rain

To nature, parched and dry,

he genial night, with balmy breath,
Gars verdure spring anew,

An' ilka blade o' grass

Keeps its ain drap o' dew.

e lest 'mid fortune's sunshine We should feel owre proud an' hie, n' in our pride forget to wipe The tear frae poortith's e'e,

ome wee dark clouds o' sorrow come,

We ken na whence nor hoo;

But ilka blade o' grass

Keeps its ain drap o' dew.

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James Ballantine [1808-1877]

RESIGNATION

WHY, why repine, my pensive friend,
At pleasures slipped away?
Some the stern Fates will never lend,
And all refuse to stay.

I see the rainbow in the sky,
The dew upon the grass;
I see them, and I ask not why
They glimmer or they pass,

With folded arms I linger not
To call them back; 'twere vain:
In this, or in some other spot,
I know they'll shine again.

Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864]

"EN VOYAGE"

WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow,

Some heart is glad to have it so;

Then blow it east or blow it west,

The wind that blows, that wind is best.

My little craft sails not alone:

A thousand fleets from every zone
Are out upon a thousand seas;
And what for me were favoring breeze
Might dash another, with the shock
Of doom, upon some hidden rock.

And so I do not care to pray
For winds to waft me on my way,
But leave it to a Higher Will
To stay or speed me; trusting still
That all is well, and sure that He
Who launched my bark will sail with me
Through storm and calm, and will not fail,
Whatever breezes may prevail,

To land me, every peril past,
Within his sheltering haven at last.

Then, whatsoever wind doth blow,
My heart is glad to have it so;
And blow it east or blow it west,

The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Caroline Atwater Mason [1853–

THE HAPPIEST HEART

WHO drives the horses of the sun

Shall lord it but a day;

Better the lowly deed were done,
And kept the humble way.

The rust will find the sword of fame,

The dust will hide the crown;

Ay, none shall nail so high his name

Time will not tear it down.

The happiest heart that ever beat

Was in some quiet breast

That found the common daylight sweet,

And left to Heaven the rest.

John Vance Cheney (1848

Sapientia Lunæ

GOOD-BYE

BYE, proud world! I'm going home:
rt not my friend, and I'm not thine.
hrough thy weary crowds I roam;
-ark on the ocean brine,

've been tossed like the driven foam;
w, proud world! I'm going home.

bye to Flattery's fawning face;
andeur with his wise grimace;
start Wealth's averted eye;
pple Office, low and high;

wded halls, to court and street;
zen hearts and hasting feet;
ose who go, and those who come;
bye, proud world! I'm going home.

going to my own hearth-stone,
ned in yon green hills alone,-
ret nook in a pleasant land,

e groves the frolic fairies planned; e arches green, the livelong day, the blackbird's roundelay, vulgar feet have never trod

pt that is sacred to thought and God.

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hen I am safe in my sylvan home, ad on the pride of Greece and Rome; when I am stretched beneath the pines, re the evening star so holy shines, gh at the lore and the pride of man, he sophist schools, and the learned clan; what are they all, in their high conceit, n man in the bush with God may meet? Ralph Waldo Emerson [1803-1882]

SAPIENTIA LUNE

wisdom of the world said unto me: Go forth and run, the race is to the brave; hance some honor tarrieth for thee !" As tarrieth," I said, "for sure, the grave."

For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.

The wisdom of the world said: "There are bays:
Go forth and run, for victory is good,

After the stress of the laborious days."

"Yet," said I, "shall I be the worms' sweet food," As I went musing on a rune of roses,

Which in her hour, the pale, soft moon discloses.

Then said my voices: "Wherefore strive or run,
On dusty highways ever, a vain race?

The long night cometh, starless, void of sun,
What light shall serve thee like her golden face?”
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,

And knew some secrets which the moon discloses.

"Yea,” said I, "for her eyes are pure and sweet As lilies, and the fragrance of her hair

Is many laurels; and it is not meet

To run for shadows when the prize is here";
And I went reading in that rune of roses
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.

Ernest Dowson (1867–1900]

SHIP AND BROTHERHOOD

SALVE!

thin a cave-it is most good;

f God make a day,

ome one come, and say,

ve gathered fagots in the wood!"

et him stay,

a fire, and fan a temporal mood!

morning! when the light is grown he the path can read,

bid the man God-speed!

ing is not thine: yet must thou own

e a cheerful warmth-those ashes on the stone. Thomas Edward Brown [1830-1897]

ABOU BEN ADHEM

BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!)
one night from a deep dream of peace,
w, within the moonlight in his room,
g it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
gel writing in a book of gold:-
ling peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

> the Presence in the room he said,

t writest thou?”—The vision raised its head, ith a look made of all sweet accord,

red, "The names of those who love the Lord."

is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"

d the Angel. Abou spoke more low, heerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, me as one that loves his fellow-men."