Vibrations infinite of life in death,
As a star's travelling light survives its star!
So may we hold our lives, that when we are
The fate of those who then will draw this breath,
They shall not drag us to their judgment bar,
And curse the heritage which we bequeath.
HOPE.
All treasures of the earth and opulent seas,
Metals and odorous woods and cunning gold,
Fowls of the air and furry beasts untold.
Vineyards and harvest fields and fruitful trees
Nature gave unto Man; and last her keys
Vouched passage to her secret ways of old
Whence knowledge should be wrung, nay power to mould,
Out of the rough, his occult destinies.
But tired of these he craved a wider scope:
Then fair as Pallas from the brain of Jove
From his deep wish there sprang, full-armed to cope
With all life's ills, even very death in love,
The only thing man never wearies of —
His own creation—visionary Hope.
SUFFERING.
Oh ye, all ye, who suffer here below,
Schooled in the baffling mystery of pain.
Who on life's anvil bear the fateful strain.
Wrung as forged iron, hammered blow on blow,
