"En Voyage" lang, lang days o' simmer, When the clear and cloudless sky To nature, parched and dry, he genial night, with balmy breath, 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. 2851 James Ballantine [1808-1877] RESIGNATION WHY, why repine, my pensive friend, I see the rainbow in the sky, With folded arms I linger not 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 And so I do not care to pray To land me, every peril past, Then, whatsoever wind doth blow, The wind that blows, that wind is best. THE HAPPIEST HEART WHO drives the horses of the sun Shall lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, 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: 've been tossed like the driven foam; bye to Flattery's fawning face; wded halls, to court and street; going to my own hearth-stone, 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. 2853 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, The wisdom of the world said: "There are bays: 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, The long night cometh, starless, void of sun, 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"; 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!) > 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." |