Are but the dust, that from her dream Awakes, and knows herself supremeLooks down in dream, and from above Smiles at herself in Jesus' love. Christ's love and Homer's art Are but the workings of her heart; Through Leonardo's hand she seeks Herself, and through Beethoven speaks In holy thunderings around The awful message of the ground. The serene and humble mould Even as the growing grass Are but earth when she reveals All that her secret heart conceals Down in the dark and silent loam, Which is ourselves, asleep, at home. Reprinted by permission of the author from his book, Dust and Light. Copyright 1919, by Charles Scribner's Sons. The House of Life Madison Cawein For biographical note concerning the author, see "Deserted," page 39. The splendid courage and heroism of this poem should be rendered with a strong, firm voice. As every line is heavily charged with meaning, the rate should be slow. THEY are the wise who look before, Nor fear to look behind; Who in the darkness still ignore Who, having lost, though loss be much, The House of Life has many a door That leads to many a room; Who stand and sigh and look behind, No room of all those rooms shall find 'Tis better not to stop or stay; But set all fear aside, Fling wide the door, whate'er the way, And enter at a stride. Who dares, may win to his desire; Of one immortal hour. Reprinted by permission of The Youth's Companion, and by permission of, and special arrangement with, E. P. Dutton and Company. The Kings Louise Imogen Guiney Louise Imogen Guiney was born in Boston, but later resided in Oxford, England. She is well known as an editor of literary works, and published several volumes of her own poetry. This poem, with its splendid heroism, should be delivered in a firm, strong tone, revealing an unconquerable soul. A MAN said unto his Angel: "My spirits are fallen low, And I cannot carry this battle: "The terrible Kings are on me Then said to the man his Angel: Back to the ranks! What matter "As judged by the little judges "Thy will is the sovereign measure The puniest heart, defying, Were stronger than all these Kings. "Though out of the past they gather, "And Grief, in a cloud of banners, "While Kings of eternal evil "To fear not sensible failure, Reprinted by permission of, and by special arrangement with, Houghton Mifflin Company. To-day Angela Morgan Angela Morgan was born in Washington, D. C., and was educated at Columbia University and at Chautauqua, N. Y. She began writing early in her life and in 1915 delivered an original poem entitled, "The Battle Cry of Mothers," to the International Congress of Women at The Hague. She has written some fiction and a number of poems, and contributes to several of the leading magazines. Deliver this inspiring poem with enthusiasm and high heart. To be alive in such an age! With every year a lightning page Turned in the world's great wonder book When men speak strong for brotherhood, O thrilling age! O willing age! When steel and stone and rail and rod A trump to shout His thunder through, To be alive in such an age! |