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Life and Art

© Emma Lazarus

Not while the fever of the blood is strong,

The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less

What the Miner in the Desert Said

© Vachel Lindsay

The moon's a brass-hooped water-keg,
A wondrous water-feast.
If I could climb the ridge and drink
And give drink to my beast;

The Reunion

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The gulf of seven and fifty years
We stretch our welcoming hands across;
The distance but a pebble's toss
Between us and our youth appears.

To Reformers in Despair

© Vachel Lindsay

'Tis not too late to build our young land right,
Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan,
Devout like early Rome, with hearths like hers,
Hearths that will recreate the breed called man.

The Grenadier's Good-Bye

© Sir Henry Newbolt

"When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were,

'Forward, Grenadiers!'"---Press Telegram.

Sonnet XLI: I Thank All

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,

With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all

The Hearth Eternal

© Vachel Lindsay

There dwelt a widow learned and devout,
Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill.
Three sons she had, who went to find the world.
They promised to return, but wandered still.

Lo! What is this that I make - sudden, supreme, unrehearsed -
This that my clutch in the crowd pressed at a venture has raised?
Forward and onward I sprang when I thought (as I ought) I reversed,
And a cab like martagon opes and I sit in the wreckage dazed.

What the Coal-Heaver Said

© Vachel Lindsay

Out of it all there comes a flame,
A splendid widening light.
Sorrow is turned to mystery
And Death into delight.

On the Building of Springfield

© Vachel Lindsay

Let not our town be large, remembering
That little Athens was the Muses' home,
That Oxford rules the heart of London still,
That Florence gave the Renaissance to Rome.

The Portrait

© Siegfried Sassoon

I watch you, gazing at me from the wall,
And wonder how you'd match your dreams with mine,
If, mastering time's illusion, I could call
You back to share this quiet candle-shine.

To Jane Addams at the Hague

© Vachel Lindsay

Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen,
Stand now for peace, (though anger breaks your heart),
Though naught but smoke and flame and drowning is seen.

The Waiter At The Camp

© Edgar Albert Guest

The officers' friend is the waiter at camp.
In the night air 'twas cold and was bitterly damp,
And they asked me to dine, which I readily did,
For at dining I've talents I never keep hid.
Then a bright-eyed young fellow came in with the meat,
And straightway the troop of us started to eat.

I Heard Immanuel Singing

© Vachel Lindsay

(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.)
I heard Immanuel singing
Within his own good lands,
I saw him bend above his harp.

Spirit Fear.

I look with half unfriendly eyes
Into the casual eyes I meet,
As if my spirit feared surprise,
Dim-memoried with some old defeat.

The Illinois Village

O you who lose the art of hope,
Whose temples seem to shrine a lie,
Whose sidewalks are but stones of fear,
Who weep that Liberty must die,

The Bankrupt Peace-Maker

I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room.
The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom.
His web feet left dreadful slime tracks on the floor.
He had hammer and nails that he laid by the door.

At the Tavern

A lilt and a swing,

And a ditty to sing,

Where Is the Real Non-Resistant

Who can surrender to Christ, dividing his best with the stranger,
Giving to each what he asks, braving the uttermost danger
All for the enemy, MAN? Who can surrender till death
His words and his works, his house and his lands,
His eyes and his heart and his breath?