Ah but his song, His song! DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? BY HAMLIN GARLAND Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane: The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your cheek will tan, You'll grow ragged and weary and swarthy, But you'll walk like a man! From THE POEM OF JOYS BY WALT WHITMAN O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God! GRIEF BY ANGELA MORGAN Upon this trouble shall I whet my life As 'twere a dulling knife; Bade I my friend be brave? I shall still braver be. No man shall say of me, "Others he saved, himself he cannot save." But, swift and fair As the primeval Word that smote the night- Courage shall leap from me, a gallant sword PRAYER (From The Image in the Sand; Arranged by permission of the author.) BY E. F. BENSON The dawn of the everlasting day And of the full knowledge of the One Spirit Infinite Lord of life, Shine on me; Make me to know that there is but one all-encompassing power, That everything that might seem to me an exception, an evil, Is but the effect of my own blindness. Pour, then, thy light upon my eyes; Remove the shadows from me and the doubtings. That they wait, That my soul, too, even now is one of them,— Is as close to them As is my body to those who live with me on this earth. Fill me with the knowledge of their presence, Of their nearness to me And of their dearness. And even as I fill my whole being With the air I breathe, Let this knowledge of my communion with them Flood and overflow my soul. From APPARENT FAILURE BY ROBERT BROWNING My own hope is, a sun will pierce PRAYER 1 BY LOUIS UNTERMEYER God, though this life is but a wraith, Ever insurgent let me be, Make me more daring than devout; From sleek contentment keep me free, And fill me with a buoyant doubt. Open my eyes to visions girt With beauty, and with wonder litBut let me always see the dirt, And all that spawn and die in it. 1 From "Challenge" by Louis Untermeyer, by permission of Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc., holders of the copyright. Open my ears to music; let Me thrill with Spring's first flutes and drums— But never let me dare forget The bitter ballads of the slums. From compromise and things half-done, Keep me, with stern and stubborn pride; And when, at last, the fight is won ALL NIGHT THE LONE CICADA BY CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS All night the lone cicada Kept shrilling through the rain, A voice of joy undaunted Down from the tossing branches By tumult undisheartened, To looming vasts of mountain, |