And it was but a dream, yet it lighten'd my despair When I thought that a war would arise in defence of the right, 3 And as months ran on and rumour of battle grew, "It is time, it is time, O passionate heart," said I (For I cleaved to a cause that I felt to be pure and true), "It is time, O passionate heart and morbid eye, That old hysterical mock-disease should die." And I stood on a giant deck and mix'd my With a loyal people shouting a battle-cry, Till I saw the dreary phantom arise and fly Far into the North, and battle, and seas of death. 4 breath Let it go or stay, so I wake to the higher aims Of a land that has lost for a little her lust of gold, And love of a peace that was full of wrongs and shames, And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd! For the peace, that I deem'd no peace, is over and done, 650 651 5 Let it flame or fade, and the war roll down like a wind, We have proved we have hearts in a cause, we are noble still It is better to fight for the good, than to rail at the ill; CROSSING THE BAR SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES, LORD HOUGHTON SONNET BECAUSE the Few with signal virtue crowned, 652 True that, though free from passion's lawless sway, By those undreamt of who have only trod To their nice ear have many a painful tone, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY [1811-1863] THE END OF THE PLAY THE play is done; the curtain drops, And looks around, to say farewell. And, when he's laughed and said his say, One word, ere yet the evening ends, That Fate ere long shall bid you play; Good night!-I'd say, the griefs, the joys, Are but repeated in our age. I'd say, your woes were not less keen, Your hopes more vain than those of men; Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen At forty-five played o'er again. I'd say, we suffer and we strive, Not less or more as men than boys; With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve in corduroys. And if, in time of sacred youth, We learned at home to love and pray, Pray Heaven that early Love and Truth May never wholly pass away. And in the world, as in the school, The kind cast pitilessly down. Who knows the inscrutable design? This crowns his feast with wine and wit: Or hunger hopeless at the gate. So each shall mourn, in life's advance, 653 Amen! whatever fate be sent, Pray God the heart may kindly glow, Although the head with cares be bent, And whitened with the winter snow. Come wealth or want, come good or ill, And bear it with an honest heart, Be each, pray God, a gentleman. A gentleman, or old or young! (Bear kindly with my humble lays); My song, save this, is little worth; I lay the weary pen aside, And wish you health, and love, and mirth, As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol stillBe peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will. CHARLES KINGSLEY [1819-1875] AIRLY BEACON AIRLY Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love climb'd up to me! |