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So I but join Thee aeons after Where the soft laughter Of the redeemed echoes about the heavenly space ; And find, crouched at Thy feet, a little quiet place. Then, when my courage grows, after awhile, Murmur to me, with Thy celestial smile—
Judas! for the great love I bear to Thee I grant thee to be crucified with Me!
AMY K. CLARKE ‘Vision of Him?’
HROUGH the Uncreated, Uncleft, Untrod, Breathed for a moment Sorrow of God.
And lo! it fell starlike— Trembling to cease
In His Infinite gladness Infinite peace.
Out of that tremor Time was made,
Worlds crept into being Young and afraid.
Slowly, by beauty, His creatures grew wise, Slow dawned its wonder On opening eyes.
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Men watched adoring His waters roll,
Deep flowed His colours Through sense and soul.
Moan of creation— Rapture that stirs— Blindly they learned it, Years upon years.
Till clearly one spirit Cried on His Name
From all her lovely And earthly frame.
Light could not veil it, Nor darkness dim, Flesh but receive it—
Vision of Him.
Deep sunk His answer,
The Word that sufficed— Out of her Body
Cometh His Christ.
RUTH TEMPLE LINDSAY The Hunters
*The Devil, as a roaring lion, goeth about seeking whom he may devour.’ HE Lion, he prowleth far and near, Nor swerves for pain or rue ; He heedeth nought of sloth nor fear, He prowleth—prowleth through
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The silent glade and the weary street,
In the empty dark and the full noon heat; And a little Lamb with aching Feet—
He prowleth too.
The Lion croucheth alert, apart— With patience doth he woo; He waiteth long by the shuttered heart, And the Lamb—He waiteth too. Up the lurid passes of dreams that kill, Through the twisting maze of the great Untrue, The Lion followeth the fainting will— And the Lamb—He followeth too.
From the thickets dim of the hidden way Where the debts of Hell accrue,
The Lion leapeth upon his prey : But the Lamb—He leapeth too.
Ah! loose the leash of the sins that damn, Mark Devil and God as goals,
In the panting love of a famished Lamb, Gone mad with the need of souls,
The Lion, he strayeth near and far ; What heights hath he left untrod ? He crawleth nigh to the purest star, On the trail of the saints of God. And throughout the darkness of things unclean, In the depths where the sin-ghouls brood, There prowleth ever with yearning mien—
A Lamb as white as Blood!
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HORACE HOLLEY
The Stricken King
WHAT am I that the cold wind affrays, O What am I the ocean could confound A fort so open to the rebel days And nature’s mutiny and human wound ? O What am I so weak against the world, Yea, weaker in my heart that should be strong, On whom this double warfare is unfurled, Of outer violence first, then inward wrong ? I am a fair, a fleeting glimpse of God One moment visible in mortal state, A bit of heaven caught i’ the prison-clod, That I nor nature’s self may violate ; Ev’n as a jewel lost from kingly crown That ’s royal still, though fingered by a clown. ...
We of the world who shuffle to our doom,
Who dull with common lead the gold of time,
Despoiling where we may the tender bloom
Of all unworldly souls that rise sublime ;
Still scourging wisdom nobler than our use
And scorning pity bent on our despair,
Fouling earth’s seldom beauty by abuse
In rage at strength too strong, at fair too fair;
Nathless we suffer pain with them we slay,
And more than they, as we their death survive.
Weep not for them so glorious in decay,—
Weep thou for us, inglorious and alive: Stricken ourselves in their destruction, till That inward Saviour come we cannot kill....
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Yet, longer dwelling in that ruined court Where man, the stricken king, so ill does reign I find his folly wiser than report And his defilement daughter of his pain. He ’s like a king who never knew repose But lives in constant dread to be o’erthrown, Buying a half-obedience from his foes And half-a-king to them who would have none, And so his robe is stained, his front dismayed, His court a mock, himself but half a king; And so his magnanimity ’s arrayed, So foully gowned, a self-impeaching thing. ’Tis so his royalty would be a scorn If it were not too piteous and forlorn,
Himself his foe and bitter regicide, Himself the faction risen in his state, Himself his spy and minister, to chide Himself to wrath, and nourish his own hate; Himself his fool that can himself beguile, Himself his scullion, foul to that degree, Himself his beggar, skilled in cunning wile Himself to plead in his necessity ; Yet king withal, and proved by future act When all that baser self he may resign, Leagued with himself and firm in his own pact To live a monarch, noble in his line! A king withal, and nowise made more clear 3 His knavish self his lordly self does fear.
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JOHN OXENHAM
Everymaid
ING’S Daughter! Would’st thou be all fair, Without—within— Peerless and beautiful, A very Queen?
Know then :—
Not as men build unto the Silent One,— With clang and clamour,
Traffic of rude voices,
Clink of steel on stone,
And din of hammer ;—
Not so the temple of thy grace is reared, But,—in the inmost shrine
Must thou begin,
And build with care
A Holy Place,
A place unseen,
Each stone a prayer.
Then, having built,
Thy shrine sweep bare
Of self and sin,
And all that might demean;
And, with endeavour,
Watching ever, praying ever,
Keep it fragrant-sweet, and clean:
So, by God’s grace, it be fit place,— His Christ shall enter and shall dwell therein. Not as in earthly fane—where chase
Of steel on stone may strive to win Some outward grace,—
Thy temple face is chiselled from within,
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JOHN SPENCER MUIRHEAD
Quzet
RE is a flame within me that has stood Unmoved, untroubled through a mist of years,
Knowing nor love nor laughter, hope nor fears, Nor foolish throb of ill, nor wine of good. I feel no shadow of the winds that brood,
I hear no whisper of a tide that veers,
I weave no thought of passion, nor of tears, Unfettered I of time, of habitude. I know no birth, I know no death that chills;
I fear no fate nor fashion, cause nor creed, I shall outdream the slumber of the hills,
I am the bud, the flower, I the seed:
For I do know that in whate’er I see
I am the part and it the soul of me.
GERTRUDE M. HORT The Paradox
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HEN I have gained the Hill
Where beats the clear and rigid light of God Full on the path by fearless comrades trod ; When I have tuned to theirs my will and word, And by my prompting voice their ranks are stirred To hail each height with ‘ Higher! Higher still !’ That luring glow which from the Valley streams Warns me J am not what my spirit seems.
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But when my life descends
Into the Hollow, where no wild thoughts reach,
And all that lawful yearning can beseech
Sits at my hearth, or in my garden grows ;
When I need match no more with noble foes,
Nor share the yoke with unrelenting friends,
That strange veiled star which o’er the Hill-top beams, Shows me J am not what my body dreams !
Thanksgiving
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OME thank Thee that they ne’er were so forsaken In dust of death, in whirling gulfs of shame,
But by one kindred soul their part was taken,
One far-off prayer vibrated with their name!
I thank Thee too—for times no man can number,
When I went down the rayless stairs of Hell,
And to my comrades, at their feast or slumber,
The echoes cried: ‘ All’s well!’
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Some thank Thee for the stern and splendid vision,
Of truth, that never let them shrink or swerve !
Till on their dearest dream they poured derision,
And broke the idols they had sworn to serve!
I thank Thee that, for me, some mystic terror
Still haunts the accustomed shrine, the accustomed way,— So, though Truth calls me with the mouth of error,
I need not disobey !
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Some thank Thee for the Voice that sounds unbidden, Above the altar of their sacrifice ;
For that great Light wherein they stood unchidden, And watched, reflected, in each other’s eyes.
I too—for whom came never word or token,
Whose prayer into a seeming Void descends,
I praise Thee for the trustful hush unbroken,
The right of perfect friends !
HAROLD E. GOAD
Spring’s Sacrament
* PIFT up your hearts!’ The holy dews Asperge the woodland throng; Dawn after dawn the lark renews His miracle of song; While taper-like the crocus pricks Athwart the yearning sod ; The primrose lifts his golden pyx, And God looks forth to God.
The symbols blind, the visions fail, Our souls strain out to Thee ;
Within the leaf, the light, the veil, Is Thy Felicity.
O Heart of all the world’s desire, Breathe from around, above,
The mystic kiss of Fire to fire That Love will yield to love!
INDEX OF
Abercrombie, Lascelles, 556. FE, 495. an Alexander, William, 248. Anonymous, 1, 6, 548, 549. Arnold, Sir Edwin, 266. Arnold, Matthew, 228.
Bailey, Philip James, 209. Barker, Elsa, 602.
Barlow, George, 371.
Barlow, Jane, 503.
Bax, Clifford, 598.
Beeching, Henry Charles, 426.
Benson, Arthur Christopher, |
468. Benson, Robert Hugh, 517. Blackie, John Stuart, 169. Blake, William, 89. Bourdillon, Francis William,
389. Bowles, Fred. G., 577. Bronté, Emily, 214. Brown, Thomas Edward, 258. Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 146. Browning, Robert, 171. Buchanan, Robert, 319. Buckton, Alice Mary, 585. Bunston, Anna, 589. Byrom, John, 84.
Carman, Bliss, 450.
Carpenter, Edward, 359. Carpenter, Henry Bernard, 310. Caswall, Edward, 207. Cawein, Madison Julius, 477. Chesson, Nora, 579. Chesterton, Gilbert Keith, 510.
AUTHORS
Childe, Wilfred Rowland, 606, Clarke, Amy K., 623.
Clerke, Ellen Mary, 309. Coleridge, Mary Elizabeth, 448. Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 126, Constable, Henry, 13.
Cousins, James H., 584. Cowper, William, 87.
Craik, Dinah Maria (Mulock),
250. Cranch, Christopher Pearse,
203.
Crashaw, Richard, 32. Cripps, Arthur Shearly, 510. Crowley, Aleister, 520.
Daley, Victor James, 408. Dawson, William James, 39% Deland, Margaret, 400.
De Vere, Aubrey Thomas, 208, Dietz, Ella, 531.
Dixon, Richard Watson, 273. Dolben, Digby Mackworth, 373. Donne, John, 15.
Dowden, Edward, 337.
Drane, Augusta Theodosia,
240. Duclaux, Agnes Mary Frances, 401.
Earle, John Charles, 508. Ellis, Edwin J., 569. Emerson, Ralph Waldo, 137.
Faber, Frederick William, 205: Field, Michael, 555. Figgis, Darrell, 595.
INDEX OF AUTHORS
Fletcher, Phineas, 19. Fraser-Tytler, Christina Cather- ine, 375:
Goad, Harold E., 631. Gore-Booth, Eva, 581. Gosse, Edmund, 377. Gray, John, 571. Greenwell, Dora, 228. Gurney, Alfred, 568.
Harvey, Christopher, 31.
Havergal, Francis Ridley, 285.
Hawker, Robert Stephen, 143.
Henley, William Ernest, 376.
Herbert, George, 23.
Herrick, Robert, 20.
Hickey, Emily Henrietta, 370.
Hinkson, Katherine Tynan, 464.
Holley, Horace, 626.
Holmes, Edmund Gore Alex- ander, 381.
Hookham, Paul, 604.
Hopkins, Gerard Manley, 353.
Hort, Gertrude M., 629.
Houghton, Lord, 154.
Housman, Laurence, 487.
Ingelow, Jean, 263.
King,Harriet Eleanor Hamilton, 212:
Lampman, Archibald, 445. Le Gallienne, Richard, 485. Lindsay, Ruth Temple, 624. Lyall, Sir Alfred Comyn, 283.
MacDonald, George, 244. Mangan, James Clarence, 136. Marvell, Andrew, 54. Masefield, John, 550.
Mason, Eugene, 577. Meredith, George, 254.
| Milnes,
633
Meynell, Alice, 461. Richard Monckton,
154. | Mitchell, Susan, 582.
Monro, Harold, 534.
Morris, Sir Lewis, 269.
Muirhead, John Spencer, 629.
Myers, Frederick William Henry, 332.
Nayadu, Sarojini, 610.
Newbolt, Sir Henry, 466.
Newman, John Henry, 133.
Noel, Roden Berkeley Wriothes- ley, 278.
Noyes, Alfred, 536.
O’Shaughnessy, Arthur William
Edgar, 346. Oxenham, Henry Nutcombe,
255. Oxenham, John, 628.
Palgrave, Francis Turner 249.
Patmore, Coventry, 236.
Plunkett, Joseph Mary, 560.
Poe, Edgar Allan, 153.
Pope, Alexander, 84.
Probyn, May, 404. Quarles, Francis, 21.
Rhoades, James, 323.
Rodd, Sir James Rennell, 406. Rolle, Richard, 1.
Rossetti, Christina, 257. Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 252. Russell, George William (4),
495+
Santayana, George, 469. Scott, William Bell, 201. Sharp, William, 398. Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 128.
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Shepherd, R. A. Eric, 613. Shorter, Dora Sigerson, 5o0r. Southwell, Robert, 11. Stephens, James, 504. Swinburne, Algernon Charles, 286. Sylvester, Joshua, 13. Symonds,
305: Symons, Arthur, 474.
Tabb, John Bannister, 367. Taylor, Rachel Annand, 546. Tennyson, Alfred, 157. Thomas, Edith Matilda, 392. Thompson, Francis, 409. Traherne, Thomas, 63. Trench, Herbert, 470.
Trench, Richard Chenevix,
152. Tynan (Hinkson), Katherine, 464,
INDEX OF
AUTHORS
Underhill, Evelyn, 524.
Vaughan, Henry, 56. Verschoyle, C. M., 613.
Waddington, Samuel, 367.
| Waite, Arthur Edward, 433. John Addington, | | Ward, Frederick William Orde,
Walworth, Clarence A., 564.
344- Wasson, David Atwood, 561. Watts, Isaac, 83. Weekes, Charles, sor. Whitman, Walt, 216. Wilde, Oscar, 395. Williams, Sarah, 318. Wilmshurst, Walter Leslie, 481. Wordsworth, William, rog.
Yeats, William Butler, 472.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
A double debt he has to pay . :
A flame in my heart is kindled by the might of of the morn’s pure breath :
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! .
A new world did Columbus find ,
A pious friend one day of Rabia asked
A shape, like folded light, embodied air
A voice in the dark imploring . :
Again that Voice, which on my listening e ears
Age cannot reach me where the veils of God
Ah, Christ, it were enough to know .
Ah! Nature, would that I before I pass
All are but parts of one stupendous whole
All around him Patmos lies
All living creatures’ pain
All night by the shore .
All parts away for the progress ‘of souls
All sights and sounds of day and year.
All that began with God, in God must end
All that is broken shall be mended .
All things are full of God. Thus spoke ; ; , All things once are things for ever . F : : ; Alpha and Omega, God alone . : : : : ?
Amid the eternal silences ;
And did those feet in ancient time .
And none can truly worship but who have
And then I thought that He whom we name God . And while they talked and talked, and while bee sat And will they cast the altars down : ’
Apart, immutable, unseen 4
As Christ the Lord was passing by . :
As the slow Evening gather’d in her Bre
At intervals of tunes :
At night in each other’s arms .
Backward !—beyond this momentary woe Batter my heart, three person’d God ; ae sie ; Before me grew the human soul
Behind the orient darkness of thine eyes . Beneath this world of stars and flowers .
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Betwixt the dawning and the day it came °
Beyond ; beyond ; and yet again beyond !
Blow gently over my garden .
Bright Queen of Heaven! Gods Virgin Spouse
But she, the wan sweet maiden, shore away
But so deep the wild-bee hummeth .
By one great Heart the Universe is stirred
By one pervading spirit . : : . : . By those heights we dare to dare. J ‘ z :
Calm soul of all things ! make it mine
Chanting the square deific, out of the One advancing, ‘out of the sides . : Y
Christ, as a light
Come, dear Heart . 3
Come down, O Christ, and help me ! reach thy hand .
Come, Hesper, and ye Gods of mountain waters
Comest Thou peaceably, O Lord ?
Consider the sea’s listless chime
Could my heart but see Creation as God sees 5 it,—from within
Creation’s and Creator’s crowning good
Darkness broods upon the temple :
Dead ? Not to thee, thou keen watcher,—not silent, not viewless, to thee
Dear and fair as Earth may be n
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire .
Deep on the convent-roof the snows :
Each wave that breaks upon the strand : Elder father, though thine eyes ; i ‘ Elected Silence, sing tome . F En Soph, ae in the thought
Ere aught began
Even as a bird sprays many- -coloured fires
Ev’n like two little bank- -dividing brooks . é - 5 False life ! a foil and no more, when 4 F A . Far in the Heavens my God retires . °
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose . , Fate, which foresaw & : . 5 - 4 Flight is but the preparative. The casa 3 : 5 . Flower in the crannied wall . a E . ‘ For I have learned . 5 : . ;
For years I sought the Many i in the One . ‘ 0 Fountain of Fire whom all divide . Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode
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From age to age in the public place. ° . . From the Silence of Time, Time’s Silence borrow From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and i imaginary
lines From twig to twig the spider v weaves From what meek ‘jewel Seedoas J : F :
Give reverence, O man, to my Ba
God, God!
God is the sole and self-subsistent one
God was, alone in unity. He willed
God, who made man out of dust 3
Good Friday in my heart! Fear and affright | .
Grand is the leisure of the earth
Grand is the seen, the light, to © me—grand are the sky and stars. 5 2
Grow old along with me!
Hail, sacred Order of eterna] Truth ! - : : 5 Hallowed be Thy name—Halleluiah !
Happy those early dayes ! when I “
He is made one with Nature: there is heard
He stood there. Like the smoke
He who knows Love—becomes Love, and his ey es Hear now, O Soul, the last command of all Hearken, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Hemmed in by petty thoughts and petty things Her feet are set in darkness—at Her feet .
Here is the efflux of the Soul .
Here kneels my word, that may not say .
Here on this little bridge in this warm day
Here, Pan, on grey rock slab we set for Thee High stretched upon the swinging yard
Himself his foe and bitter regicide c
His wide Hands fashioned us white grains and red How like an Angel came I down ! , How shall I find Him, who can be my guide
I am beloved of the Prince of the garden of soiliiin A I am that which began . . - . ‘ I am the God of the sensuous fire ; “i Iam the Reaper . ‘ ; ° I am the song, that rests upon "the cloud . ‘ z °
I am the spirit of all that lives I am the wind which breathes upon the a I begin through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord
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I came into the world for love of Thee . 2 = . I come in the little things . = ‘ ; F I did not think, I did not strive * z . I fled Him, down the nights and down the days S . I found full many a hindrance on the road ; § .
I found Thee in my heart, O Lord
I give you the end of a golden string
I got me flowers to straw Thy way .
I had no God but these . 3
I have gone the whole round of Creation: I saw and I spoke
Ihave seen . : :
I knew, I felt, (perception unexpressed : : :
I know ’tis but a loom of land. 2 :
I like a church ; I like a cowl .
I missed him when the sun began to bend
I pass the vale. I breast the steep .
I paused beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at lay : : : : 2
I mite down and looked around .
I saw Eternity the other night °
I saw the Son of God goby .
I saw the Sun at midnight, rising red
I see his blood upon the rose . .
I sing the Name which None can sa
I spin, I spin, around, around : 2 5
I stood among the ancient hills : ; ‘
I struck the board, and cry’d, ‘ No more’. 2
I think that in the savour of some flowers
I was not with the rest at play
I will arise and to my Father go
I wish a greater knowledge, then t’ attaine , I, woman, am that wonder-breathing Rose ' If the red slayer thinks he slays 5 ;
If there had anywhere appeared in space . ° F If thou would’st hear the Nameless, and wilt dive - Imagination—here the Power so called . 5 In childhood’s pride I said to Thee . : :
In some green bower . . : :
In strenuous hope I wrought .
In the light of the silent can that shine on the struggling sea In the secret Valley of Silence .
In the vaile of restles mynd .
In what torne ship soever I embarke 3 In Youth, when through our veins runs fast . *
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PAGE Is it the moved air or the moving sound . . : » 2753 Is not the work done? Nay, for still the Scars : - 493 It lies not on the sunlit hill. : F : ‘ - 298 King’s Daughter ! . : , 5 : . ; 2623 Lay me to sleep in sheltering flame . , : : + 400 Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom . ; & ETS5 Leave, leave, thy gadding thoughts . : ; ; bw50 “Leave the romance before the end’ . ; ‘ ota Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and ed in this : eres | Let me come nearer Thee * ; DS Lies yet a well of wonder x . . ‘ = 503 Life of my life! soul of my inmost soul! . i 5 hy Lift up your heads, gates of my heart, unfold . : - 306 ‘Lift up your hearts!’ The holy dews . : s oar Like a tired lover I rest on her bosom. : : - §78 Like soundless summer lightning seen afar : : - 364 Lo as some bard on isles of the Aegean. - : ASR Lo here a little volume, but great Book . 3 A : 50 Lo, in the sanctuaried East . - A ; = ATO Lo! in the vigils of the night, ere sped : ‘ : 360 Look, O blinded eyes and burning . Z A é B 2EP) Lord "Buddha, on thy lotus-throne . : 2 2 OIL Lord, I have knelt and tried to ey to- sight : a A) ELK Lord of the grass and hill : : + 450 Lord, satd a flying fish . > ° ; 2454 Lord, Thou art mine, and I am 1 Thine A H a - 28 Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace . : : - 49 Loud mockers in the roaring street . - - dos Love came to crave sweet love, if love might be ; se ISH Love, flooding all the creeks of my dry soul. 3 5 Si Love, thou art Absolute sole lord rs é ; oe iy.) Luf es lyf pat lastes ay, bar it in Criste es feste . ; A I Mariner, what of the deep? This of the sat , - 2ear8 Me Lord ? can’st thou mispend i ; : TAG) Men say the world is full of fear and hate - J - a) OI “Mortals, that behold a Woman’ . ‘ : : . 419 My contemplation dazzles in the End : ; a 2 1976 My genial spirits fail . ; ; 3 C r af 827 My God, I heard this day P r S24 My good blade carves ie casques of men. C . 158 My heart did heave, and there came forth ‘O God !’ - 24 My Lord, my Love! in pleasant oe : . :
My naked simple Life wasI . . ; ° od yr
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PAGE My sorrow had pierced me through; it throbbed in my heart like a thorn . ° " 4 - 468 My soul is like a fenced tower . : . 3 : - 608 My Spectre around me night and day ‘ : : st No coward soul is mine . - . 215 Not alone in Palestine those blessed Feet have trod . 2 55 Not made with hands, its walls began to climb. ; G9 Now God forbid that Faith be blind assent H : . 518 O beat and pause that count the lifeofman . + 401 O Captain of the wars, whence won Ye so great scars ? BE: O chantry of the Cherubim_. : . - 389 O gain that lurk’st ungainéd in all gain! . : f - 424 O God, where does this tend—these struggling aims : . = geet O joyes ! Infinite sweetnes ! with what flowres . Be Gi O life! what letts thee from a quicke decease . ’ + kee O little lark, you need not fly . m ; ’ : . 589 O living will that shalt endure. . ‘ é - 2m nbOS O Lord, the Giver of my days. ‘ : ; : . 269 O martyred Spirit of this helpless Whole . * : - 469 O me, man of slack faith solong . 4 ‘ E 3; 5226 O nectar! O delicious stream . - : : - 8 O Power to whom this earthly clime é : ‘ - 446 O somewhere, somewhere, God unknown . E : oS 37 O thou mysterious One, lying asleep : ° : a ey O Thou not made with hands . . 2 ‘ x - 249 O Thou that movest all,O Power . . : . O tree of life, blissful tree . : ‘ - 426 O vast Rondure, swimming in space - : , «} g29 O what am I that the cold wind affrays . P 5 eOzO O world invisible, we view thee = : : - 425 O world, thou choosest not the better part ! ’ : - 469 O Yeares ! ! and Age! Farewell. : ; : ng t2O O’er boundless fields of night, lo, near and far . - + 504 Of all great Nature’s tones that sweep. ; : vt208 Of that external scene which round me lay : 122 Oh, fair immaculate rose of the world, rose of my dream, my Rose! . : : ; : 09 Oh! little blade of ; grass . 5 : . +) 228 Oh, tempt me not ! I love too well this snare. F + 491 Oh, there are moments in man’s mortal years. J tO Oh where the immortal and the mortal meet. ; on 37x Om, Amitaya! measure not with words . i , . 266 On a rusty iron throne « 505
On the heights of Great Endeavour . °
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
Once, long before the birth of time, a storm . Once, when my heart was passion-free One of the crowd went up ;
One thing in all things have I seen .
Only to be twin elements of joy
Our seer, the net-mender
Out of the depths of the Infinite Being eternal . Out of the seething cauldron of my woes .
Over the great city
Pilate and Caiaphas
Rose of ali Roses, Rose of all the World . Round holy Rabia’s suffering bed
See how the orient dew .
She moves in tumult ; round her lies
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep
Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide Snowflakes downfloating from the void
So thin a veil divides
Some evil upon Rabia fell
Some folk as can afford .
Some thank Thee that they ne’er were so forsaken Sometimes, as in the summer fields . Sometimes, I know not why, nor how, nor whens Souls there be to whom ’tis given
Spirit ! that dwellest where .
Stars in the heavens turn :
Still as great waters lying in the West .
Still deep into the West I gazed ; the light Strange, all-absorbing Love, who gatherest Strangely, strangely, Lord, this morning . Such was the Boy—but for the growing Youth . Summer, and noon, and a splendour of silence, felt Sunshine let it be or frost , , Sure Man was born to meditate on things . Sweet Infancy! . 2 :
Sweetest Saviour, if my soul. : ° Swirl of the river aflow to thesea .
Teach me, my God and King . °
Tell us, tell us, holy shepherds °
That all things should be mine 2
The altar tiles are under her feet
The angells’ eyes, whome veyles cannot deceive The awful shadow of some unseen Power . 6
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The body is not bounded by its skin : : : :
The brook and road = 3 -
The buried statue through the ‘marble gleams : 4
The city quakes, the earth is filled with blood . . :
The desire of love, Joy . . F
The knowledge of God is the wisdom of man d :
The Lion, he prowleth far and near . 3 3 :
The Lord of all, himself through all diffus’ 'd
The Maiden caught me in the wild .
The man that hath great griefs I pity not .
The Master said
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught .
The Mother sent me on the holy quest.
The peaks, and the starlit skies, the i of the fathomless seas -
The Secret of the World is lowly
The Self is Peace: that Self am I F
The spirit grows the form for self-expression
The sun descending in the west §
The sun, the moon, “the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains
The Vision of Christ that thou dost see.
The Western Road ye eee out to seek the cleanly wild .
The Woof that I weave not .
The world is charged with the grandeur of God
The world uprose as a man to find Him
Then came Sir Joseph, hight, of Arimathée
There are who, when the bat on wing transverse
There came one day a leper to my door
There is a flame within me that has stood
There is a glory in the apple boughs
There is a rapture that my soul desires
There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind. A
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
There were no shadows till the worlds were made
These Houres, and that which hovers o’re my End
They said: ‘She dwelleth in some place apart’
They say there is a hollow, safe and still . .
This is he, who, felled by foes . fs
This outer world is but the pictured scroll
This spiritual Love acts not nor can exist.
This, this is what I love, and what is this ?
Thou, for whom words have exhausted their sweetness
Thou hope of all Humanity :
Thou, so far, we grope to grasp thee
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Thou, who didst wrap the cloud . ‘ Though the long seasons seem to separate . Thrice bless’d are they, who feel their loneliness Through the dark night I wander on alone Through the Uncreated .
Thus while the days flew by, and years passed on Thy God was making hast into thy roofe . Thy voice is on the rolling air.
’Tis Man’s own Nature, which in its own Life To every Form of being is assigned .
To God, the everlasting, who abides .
To make the Body and the Spirit one
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
To my friend Butts I write
To see a World in a grain of sand E To the assembled folk . : . F To the elements it came from . “ : To-night I tread the unsubstantial way 5 : Toy -bewitched n : 2 Trimurti, Trimurti. A . ; ‘
Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise
Truth, so far, in my book ;—the truth which draws
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Under the flaming wings of cherubim Unfold thy face, unmaske thy ray
Victim of love, in manhood’s prime . Visionary power attends the motions of the viewless v
We are resolved into the supreme air
We know Thee, each in part . z We of the world who shuffle to our doom . . We sow the glebe, we reap the corn . : ; We suffer. Why we suffer,—that is hid . . Well-meaning readers ! you that come as friends “What art Thou, dearest Lord, and what am I’ What do I want of thee ? 5
What do you seek within, O Soul, my Brother ? What domination of what darkness dies this hour What happy, secret fountain . A $ 5 What is that beyond thy life . .
What is there hid in the heart of a rose What is this ? é : - What is this maiden fair . 5 C
What is this reverence in extreme delight . What love I when I love Thee, O py God What, O Eternity . r 5
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PAGE What of the Night, O Watcher? . : 4 = - 478 What powerful Spirit lives within! . - : ‘ ae!
What’s that which, ere I spake, was gone - “ 7213) When all the shores of knowledge fade. : - 549 When first thy Eies unveil, give » thy Soul leave . ° aaa) When for the thorns with which I long, too i“ ° t ees When God at first made man . : 7 SEZs When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth . : 2 263 When I am dead unto myself, and let : 2 ; - 246 When I from life’s unrest had earned the grace. - SvS585 When I have gained the Hill . 5 ° ° - 24620 When I was young the days were long = 465 When our five-angled spears, that pierced ‘the world . + 528 When Rabia unto Mekkeh came. ° : : 7 155 When the hermit made an end . = : SSSIGS When the Soul travails in her Night Obscure 3 y wo Say When the storm was in the sky e : : : 2 404 When thee (O holy sacrificed Lambe) 3 reame When thou turn’st away fromill . 5 * : oe Mas When weight of all the garner’d years. : ‘ tia4g Where is the land of Luthany . . . - 415 Where shall this self at last find happiness : pe ea S - 475 Who can blot out the Crosse, which th’instrument . +.) LS Who gave thee, O Beauty ; 5 + 139 Why should I call Thee Lord, Who art my yGod? - 258 Wide fields of corn along the ‘valleys oo : : + 509 Wild air, world-mothering air . 355 Wise, O heart, is the heart which loves ; : "but what of the heart which refrains é : - 444 With a measure of light and a measure of shade : . 445 With brain o’erworn, with heart a summer clod . =» 4339 With tear-dimmed eyes I went upon my way . «) 370 With thee a moment! Then what dreams have play « 495 With this ambiguous earth. - 463 Would I could win some quiet and rest anda little CaS, aen550 Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build 189 Yet, longer dwelling in that ruined court . 7 5 - 6427 Yonder the veil’d Musician sits, His feet . 5 on sak “You never attained to Him.’ ‘Iftoattain . 5 > 462
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