There is the silence that comes between husband and wife. There is the silence of those who have failed; And the vast silence that covers Broken nations and vanquished leaders. There is the silence of Lincoln, Thinking of the poverty of his youth. After Waterloo. And the silence of Jeanne d'Arc Saying amid the flames, "Blessed Jesus"- Too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it And there is the silence of the dead. If we who are in life cannot speak Of profound experiences, Why do you marvel that the dead Their silence shall be interpreted As we approach them. Reprinted by permission of, and by special arrangement with, The Macmillan Company. Copyrighted by The Macmillan Company. The Mystic Cale Young Rice For biographical note concerning the author, see "The Chant of the Colorado," page 11. Here is poem full of music and rhythm. Make the most of the music that you can, not losing sight of the thought. Deliver the "Just beyond lies God" refrain slowly each time, with an impressive pause, not too long, before it. THERE is a quest that calls me, In nights when I am lone, The need to ride where the ways divide I mount what thought is near me And soon I reach the place, The tenuous rim where the Seen grows dim I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the sea, I have ridden the moon and stars. I have set my foot in the stirrup seat Of a comet coursing Mars. And everywhere Thro' the earth and air My thought speeds, lightning-shod, It comes to a place where checking pace It cries, "Beyond lies God!" It calls me out of the darkness, It calls me out of sleep, "Ride! ride! for you must, to the end of Dust!" It bids-and on I sweep To the wide outposts of Being, Where there is Gulf alone And thro' a Vast that was never passed I listen for Life's tone. I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the night, I have ridden the ghosts that flee From the vaults of death like a chilling breath And everywhere Is the world laid bare Ether and star and clod Until I wind to its brink and find But the cry, "Beyond lies God!" It calls me and ever calls me! "Fools only ride where the ways divide Of thoughts too strong to tame I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the stars, I have ridden the force that flies With far intent through the firmament And everywhere That a thought may dare To gallop, mine has trod Only to stand at last on the strand Where just beyond lies God. Reprinted by permission of the author and The Century Company, the publishers of the author's works, among which are, "Sea Poems," "Shadowy Thresholds," "Songs to A. H. R.," "Wraiths and Realities," "Earth and New Earth," and "Trails Sunward.” Earth John Hall Wheelock John Hall Wheelock is a literary worker of note, and has been long connected with the publishing house of Charles Scribner's Sons, N. Y. He is a contributor to Harper's, Scribner's, The Century, and other magazines, and has published many volumes of poetry. This poem, "Earth," taken from the author's book, "Dust and Light," shows great depth and breadth. It should be read slowly, with somewhat of grandeur and majesty. At times the style may approach the scriptural. GRASSHOPPER, your fairy song And my poem alike belong All we say and all we sing Of that drowsy heart of hers When from her deep dream she stirs: If we sorrow or rejoice, You and I are but her voice. Deftly does the dust express And from her cool silence stream The cricket's cry and Dante's dream: Toiling up the steep ascent Towards the complete accomplishment When all dust shall be, the whole Yea, the quiet and cool sod Bears in her breast the dream of God. For she is pity, she is love, |