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To the fallen and forlorn
Are whispered words of praise；
For the famished heart believes
The falsehood that tempts and deceives；
And the promise that betrays。
So she follows from land to land
The wizard's beckoning hand；
As a leaf is blown by the gust；
Till she vanishes into night。
O reader； stoop down and write
With thy finger in the dust。
O town in the midst of the seas；
With thy rafts of cedar trees；
Thy merchandise and thy ships；
Thou； too； art become as naught；
A phantom； a shadow； a thought；
A name upon men's lips。
ELEGIAC
Dark is the morning with mist； in the narrow mouth of the harbor
Motionless lies the sea； under its curtain of cloud；
Dreamily glimmer the sails of ships on the distant horizon；
Like to the towers of a town； built on the verge of the sea。
Slowly and stately and still； they sail forth into the ocean；
With them sail my thoughts over the limitless deep；
Farther and farther away； borne on by unsatisfied longings；
Unto Hesperian isles； unto Ausonian shores。
Now they have vanished away； have disappeared in the ocean；
Sunk are the towers of the town into the depths of the sea！
AU have vanished but those that； moored in the neighboring
roadstead；
Sailless at anchor ride； looming so large in the mist。
Vanished； too； are the thoughts； the dim； unsatisfied longings；
Sunk are the turrets of cloud into the ocean of dreams；
While in a haven of rest my heart is riding at anchor；
Held by the chains of love； held by the anchors of trust！
OLD ST。 DAVID'S AT RADNOR
What an image of peace and rest
Is this little church among its graves！
All is so quiet； the troubled breast；
The wounded spirit； the heart oppressed；
Here may find the repose it craves。
See； how the ivy climbs and expands
Over this humble hermitage；
And seems to caress with its little hands
The rough； gray stones； as a child that stands
Caressing the wrinkled cheeks of age！
You cross the threshold； and dim and small
Is the space that serves for the Shepherd's Fold；
The narrow aisle； the bare； white wall；
The pews； and the pulpit quaint and tall；
Whisper and say： 〃Alas！ we are old。〃
Herbert's chapel at Bemerton
Hardly more spacious is than this；
But Poet and Pastor； blent in one；
Clothed with a splendor； as of the sun；
That lowly and holy edifice。
It is not the wall of stone without
That makes the building small or great
But the soul's light shining round about；
And the faith that overcometh doubt；
And the love that stronger is than hate。
Were I a pilgrim in search of peace；
Were I a pastor of Holy Church；
More than a Bishop's diocese
Should I prize this place of rest； and release
From farther longing and farther search。
Here would I stay； and let the world
With its distant thunder roar and roll；
Storms do not rend the sail that is furled；
Nor like a dead leaf； tossed and whirled
In an eddy of wind； is the anchored soul。
FOLK SONGS
THE SIFTING OF PETER
In St。 Luke's Gospel we are told
How Peter in the days of old
Was sifted；
And now； though ages intervene；
Sin is the same； while time and scene
Are shifted。
Satan desires us； great and small；
As wheat to sift us； and we all
Are tempted；
Not one； however rich or great；
Is by his station or estate
Exempted。
No house so safely guarded is
But he； by some device of his；
Can enter；
No heart hath armor so complete
But he can pierce with arrows fleet
Its centre。
For all at last the cock will crow；
Who hear the warning voice； but go
Unheeding；
Till thrice and more they have denied
The Man of Sorrows； crucified
And bleeding。
One look of that pale suffering face
Will make us feel the deep disgrace
Of weakness；
We shall be sifted till the strength
Of self…conceit be changed at length
To meekness。
Wounds of the soul； though healed will ache；
The reddening scars remain； and make
Confession；
Lost innocence returns no more；
We are not what we were before
Transgression。
But noble souls； through dust and heat；
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger；
And conscious still of the divine
Within them； lie on earth supine
No longer。
MAIDEN AND WEATHERCOCK
MAIDEN
O weathercock on the village spire；
With your golden feathers all on fire；
Tell me； what can you see from your perch
Above there over the tower of the church？
WEATHERCOCK。
I can see the roofs and the streets below；
And the people moving to and fro；
And beyond； without either roof or street；
The great salt sea； and the fisherman's fleet。
I can see a ship come sailing in
Beyond the headlands and harbor of Lynn；
And a young man standing on the deck；
With a silken kerchief round his neck。
Now he is pressing it to his lips；
And now he is kissing his finger…tips；
And now he is lifting and waving his hand
And blowing the kisses toward the land。
MAIDEN。
Ah； that is the ship from over the sea；
That is bringing my lover back to me；
Bringing my lover so fond and true；
Who does not change with the wind like you。
WEATHERCOCK。
If I change with all the winds that blow；
It is only because they made me so；
And people would think it wondrous strange；
If I； a Weathercock； should not change。
O pretty Maiden； so fine and fair；
With your dreamy eyes and your golden hair；
When you and your lover meet to…day
You will thank me for looking some other way。
THE WINDMILL
Behold！ a giant am I！
Aloft here in my tower；
With my granite jaws I devour
The maize； and the wheat； and the rye；
And grind them into flour。
I look down over the farms；
In the fields of grain I see
The harvest that is to be；
And I fling to the air my arms；
For I know it is all for me。
I hear the sound of flails
Far off； from the threshing…floors
In barns； with their open doors；
And the wind； the wind in my sails；
Louder and louder roars。
I stand here in my place；
With my foot on the rock below；
And whichever way it may blow
I meet it face to face；
As a brave man meets his foe。
And while we wrestle and strive
My master； the miller； stands
And feeds me with his hands；
For he knows who makes him thrive；
Who makes him lord of lands。
On Sundays I take my rest；
Church…going bells begin
Their low； melodious din；
I cross my arms on my breast；
And all is peace within。
THE TIDE RISES； THE TIDE FALLS
The tide rises； the tide falls；
The twilight darkens； the curlew calls；
Along the sea…sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town；
And the tide rises； the tide falls。
Darkness settles on roofs and wa