John W. Garvin
What majesty to sit in state
And view the glorious pageantry sublime
Of fleeting time,
And marvel at the wondrous inner Light,
So infinite
To photograph Creation and relate!
Forth shine, immortal Mind, forth shine,
Supreme creation of the Universe,
And cease to curse
The petty, irksome ills of earthly life
By hateful strife,
When all eternal verities are thine!
THE PENDULUM
Written and published in The Mail & Empire Toronto, August,
1914.
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��ARS tramps the world with rampant stride,
And shells like hail descend; Strong men are grappling in their pride,
And will not yield or bend; While mothers, wives, and children fair Pray God to keep them from despair.
The Law of Love, the Law of Life,
That drives the Universe, Impels the soul to ceaseless strife,
To good, or evil s curse: The Pendulum that swings this mood Shall swing again an equal good.
As fiercely they are battle-hurled,
War s legions may presage The federation of the world,
For peace and juster wage, For all that makes diviner plan Evolving godlike Superman.
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