Poems eBook

Denis Florence MacCarthy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 77 pages of information about Poems.

Life’s chalice is empty—­pour in! pour in! 
        What—­Pour in Truth! 
Drink! till the mists that enshroud the soul,
Like sleep’s drowsy shadows backward roll,
And show the spirit its radiant goal,
That nought may blind it all its days,
Or tempt it down earth’s crooked ways;
Drink! till the soul in the eastern skies
Behold the glorious star arise,
That guides its steps to the promised prize;
Drink! till the strong elixir fire
Each aim of the being with pure desire,
Nerve the courage to dare the world,
Though a thousand scoffers their arrows hurl’d;
Brim up Life’s chalice—­pour in! pour in! 
        Pour in Truth!

Life’s chalice is empty—­pour in! pour in! 
        What?—­Pour in Love! 
To quench the thirst of the longing heart,
Heal all its sorrows with wondrous art,
And freshness and joy to its hopes impart;
To make the blossoms of life expand,
And shed their sweetness on every hand;
To melt the frost of each sullen mood,
Cement the bond of true brotherhood,
Subdue the evil of Time with good,
And join the links which death hath riven
Betwixt this fallen sphere and Heaven,
Raising the soul above the sky
On wings of Immortality. 
Brim up Life’s chalice—­pour in! pour in! 
        Pour in Love!

Life’s chalice is empty—­pour in! pour in! 
        What?—­Pour in Hope! 
The soul looks out through the coming years,
Blinded by doubts, and blinded by tears,
Sear’d with the iron of tyrant fears:—­
Is there a break in Life’s gloomy sky? 
Can the heart reach it before it die? 
The path is weary, the desert wide,
And Sorrow stalks by the pilgrim’s side—­
Oh for a draught of Hope’s crystal tide
To cheer the parch’d and fainting one,
Until his toilsome race be run,
And the bright mirage fall from the sky,
Displaced by a sweet reality. 
Brim up Life’s chalice—­pour in! pour in! 
        Pour in Hope!

Life’s chalice is empty—­pour in! pour in! 
        What?—­Pour in Faith! 
What is Life’s fabric, so nobly plann’d,
Its stately dome, and its ramparts grand,
If their foundation rest on the sand,
Ready to shift with Time’s ebbing stream,
And melt away like a gorgeous dream? 
God! let us trust Thee in very sooth,
Feel that the visions, the dreams of youth,
Its glorious hopes are all based on Truth;—­
Thus shall the purpose of Life grow clear;
Love shall be freed from the bondage of fear;
And the soul calmly await the morrow
Untroubled by visions of coming sorrow. 
Brim up Life’s chalice—­pour in! pour in! 
        Pour in Faith!

SPRING.

On, like a giant, stalketh the strong Wind,
  Wrapping the clouds about him, close and dark,
Rifting Creation’s soul, for rage is blind,—­
  No pity hath he for the Earth all stark,
Shivering beneath the loose and drifting snow,
A scanty shroud to hide the dead below.

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