A Reading of Life, Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 55 pages of information about A Reading of Life, Other Poems.

A Reading of Life, Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 55 pages of information about A Reading of Life, Other Poems.

Behold such army gathering:  ours the spur,
No scattered foe to face, but Lucifer. 
Not fool or knave is now the enemy
O’ershadowing men, ’tis Folly, Knavery! 
A sea; nor stays that sea the bastioned beach. 
Now must the brother soul alive in each,
His traitorous individual devildom
Hold subject lest the grand destruction come. 
Dimly men see it menacing apace
To overthrow, perchance uproot the race. 
Within, without, they are a field of tares: 
Fruitfuller for them when the contest squares,
And wherefore warrior service they must yield,
Shines visible as life on either field. 
That is my comfort, following shock on shock,
Which sets faith quaking on their firmest rock. 
Since with his weapons, all the arms of Night,
Frail men have challenged Lucifer to fight,
Have matched in hostile ranks, enrolled, erect,
The human and Satanic intellect,
Determined for their uses to control
What forces on the earth and under roll,
Their granite rock runs igneous; now they stand
Pledged to the heavens for safety of their land. 
They cannot learn save grossly, gross that are: 
Through fear they learn whose aid is good in war.

- My sister, as I read them in my glass,
Their field of tares they take for pasture grass. 
How waken them that have not any bent
Save browsing—­the concrete indifferent! 
Friend Lucifer supplies them solid stuff: 
They fear not for the race when full the trough. 
They have much fear of giving up the ghost;
And these are of mankind the unnumbered host.

- If I could see with you, and did not faint
In beating wing, the future I would paint. 
Those massed indifferents will learn to quake: 
Now meanwhile is another mass awake,
Once denser than the grunters of the sty. 
If I could see with you!  Could I but fly!

- The length of days that you with them have housed, An outcast else, approves their cause espoused.

- O true, they have a cause, and woe for us,
While still they have a cause too piteous! 
Yet, happy for us when, their cause defined,
They walk no longer with a stumbler blind,
And quicken in the virtue of their cause,
To think me a poor mouther of old saws! 
I wait the issue of a battling Age;
The toilers with your “troughsters” now engage;
Instructing them through their acutest sense,
How close the dangers of indifference! 
Already have my people shown their worth,
More love they light, which folds the love of Earth. 
That love to love of labour leads:  thence love
Of humankind—­earth’s incense flung above.

- Admit some other features:  Faithless, mean;
Encased in matter; vowed to Gods obscene;
Contemptuous of the impalpable, it swells
On Doubt; for pastime swallows miracles;
And if I bid it face what I observe,
Declares me hoodwinked by my optic nerve!

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