Sethe King and live! his knights Have heard

hath told the King a secret

tle-axe, and flash brand! Let the King reign!

trumpet! he will lift us from the

trumpet! live the strength, and We the lust!

battle-axe, and clash brand! Let the King reign!

Se for the King and die! and if thou diest,

The King is king, and ever wills the highest.

ang battle-axe, and clash brand! Let the King reign!

How, for our Sun is mighty in his May ! Bow, for our Sun is mightier day by day!

Clang battle-axe, and clash brand! Let the King reign!

The King will follow Christ, and we the King,

whom high God hath breathed a secret thing.

Fall battle-axe, and clash brand! Let the King reign!

1869.

THE HIGHER PANTHEISM

THE sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,

Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns?

Is not the Vision He, tho' He be not that which He seems?

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb,

Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him?

Let the Dark is the world to thee; thyself art

thou fulfillest thy doom,

mal! Let Making Him broken gleams and a stifled splendor and gloom.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meetloser is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

God is law, say the wise; O soul, and let us rejoice,

For if He thunder by law the thunder is yet His voice.

Law is God, say some; no God at all, says the fool,

For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in a pool;

And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see;

But if we could see and hear, this Vision-were it not He? 1870.

DOSN'T thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay?

Proputty, proputty, proputty—that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty-Sam, thou's an ass for thy païns; Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs, nor in all thy braïns.

Woa-theer's a craw to pluck wi' tha, Sam: yon's parson's 'ouse— Dosn't thou knaw that a man mun be eather a man or a mouse?

Time to think on it then; for thou'll be twenty to weeak.1

Proputty, proputty-woa then, woa-let ma 'ear mysen speak.

Me an' thy muther, Sammy, 'as bean a-talkin' o' thee;

Thou's bean talkin' to muther, an' she bean a-tellin' it me.

Thou'll not marry for munny--thou's sweet upo' parson's lass

1 This week.

Noa-thou 'll marry for luvv--an' we boath on us thinks tha an ass.

Seea'd her to-daay goa by-Saaint's-daay -they was ringing the bells. She's a beauty, thou thinks--an' soa is scoors o' gells,

Them as 'as munny an' all-wot's a beauty?-the flower as blaws. But proputty, proputty sticks, an' proputty, proputty grows.

Do'ant be stunt ;1 taake time. I knaws what maakes tha sa mad.

Warn't I craazed fur the lasses mysén when I wur a lad?

But I knaw'd a Quaaker feller as often 'as towd ma this:

"Doant thou marry for munny, but goa wheer munny is!"

An' I went wheer munny war; an' thy muther coom to 'and,

Wi' lots o' munny laaïd by, an' a nicetish bit o' land.

Maaybe she warn't a beauty-Iniver giv it a thowt

But warn't she as good to cuddle an' kiss as a lass as 'ant nowt?

Them or thir feythers, tha sees, mun 'a bean a laazy lot,

Fur work mun 'a gone to the gittin' whiniver munny was got.

Feyther 'ad ammost nowt; leastways 'is munny was 'id.

But 'e tued an' moil'd issén dead, an' 'e died a good un, 'e did.

Loook thou theer wheer Wrigglesby beck cooms out by the 'ill!

Feyther run oop to the farm, an' I runs oop to the mill;

An' I'll run oop to the brig, an' that thou 'll live to see;

And if thou marries a good un I'll leave the land to thee.

Thim's my noations, Sammy, wheerby I means to stick ;

But if thou marries a bad un, I'll leave the land to Dick.

Coom oop, proputty, proputty-that's what I'ears 'im saay-

Proputty, proputty, proputty-canter an' canter awaay.

1870.

ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782

O THOU that sendest out the man
To rule by land and sea,

1 Makes nothing.

2 The flies are as fierce as anything.

Strong mother of a lion-line,

Be proud of those strong sons of thine Who wrench'd their rights from thee! What wonder if in noble heat

Those men thine arms withstood. Retaught the lesson thou hadst taught, And in thy spirit with thee foughtWho sprang from English blood!

But thou rejoice with liberal joy,
Lift up thy rocky face,
And shatter, when the storms are black,
In many a streaming torrent back,
The seas that shock thy base!

Whatever harmonies of law
The growing world assume,
Thy work is thine-the single note
From that deep chord which Hampden
smote

Will vibrate to the doom.

1872.

THE VOICE AND THE PEAK

THE Voice and the Peak,

Far over summit and lawn, The lone glow and long roar Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of dawn!

All night have I heard the voice
Rave over the rocky bar,
But thou wert silent in heaven,
Above thee glided the star.

Hast thou no voice, O Peak.

That standest high above all? "I am the voice of the Peak, I roar and rave, for I fall. "A thousand voices go

To North, South, East, and West; They leave the heights and are troubled, And moan and sink to their rest.

"The fields are fair beside them,

The chestnut towers in his bloom; But they they feel the desire of the deep

Fall, and follow their doom.

"The deep has power on the height, And the height has power on the deep; They are raised for ever and ever,

And sink again into sleep."

Not raised for ever and ever,
But when their cycle is o'er,

For half of their fleet to the right and half to the left were seen,

And the little Revenge ran on thro' the long sea-lane between.

VI

Thousands of their soldiers look'd down from their decks and laugh'd, „ Thousands of their seamen made mock at the mad little craft Running on and on, till delay'd By their mountain-like San Philip that, of fifteen hundred tons,

And up-shadowing high above us with her yawning tiers of guns, Took the breath from our sails, and we stay'd.

VII

And while now the great San Philip hung above us like a cloud

Whence the thunderbolt will fall
Long and loud, a

Four galleons drew away

From the Spanish fleet that day,'s

And two upon the larboard, and two upon the starboard lay,

And the battle-thunder broke from them all. C

VIII

But anon the great San Philip, she bethought herself and went, A Having that within her womb that had left her ill content;

And the rest they came aboard us, and they fought us hand to hand, b

For a dozen times they came with their pikes and musqueteers.

And a dozen times we shook 'em off as a dog that shakes his ears When he leaps from the water to the land. 13

IX

And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long. with her battle-thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long. drew back with her dead and her shame. 1.

For some were sunk and many were shatter'd, and so could fight us no

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