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When the wine makes its round, “ Since life fleets, all is change ; the Past gone, seize

to-day!”

XXVII

Fool! All that is, at all,
Lasts ever, past recall ;
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure :
What entered into thee,
That was, is, and shall be :
Time's wheel runs back or stops : Potter and clay
endure.

XXVIII
He fixed thee 'mid this dance
Of plastic circumstance,
This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest :
Machinery just meant
To give thy soul its bent,
Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed.

XXIX What though the earlier grooves Which ran the laughing loves Around thy base, no longer pause and press ? What though, about thy rim, Scull-things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress ?

XXX Look not thou down but up! To uses of a cup, The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal, The new wine's foaming flow, The Master's lips a-glow ! Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou

with earth's wheel ?

XXXI But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men ! And since, not even while the whirt was worst, Did 1,--to the wheel of life With shapes and colours rife, Bound dizzily,-mistake my end, to slake Thy thirst:

XXXII So, take and use Thy work, Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o’ the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in Thy hand ! Perfect the cup as planned ! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the

same!

EPILOGUE.

FIRST SPEAKER, as David.

On the first of the Feast of Feasts,

The Dedication Day,
When the Levites joined the Priests

At the Altar in robed array,
Gave signal to sound and say,

When the thousands, rear and van,

Swarming with one accord,
Became as a single man,

(Look, gesture, thought and word
In praising and thanking the Lord,-

III

When the singers lift up their voice,

And the trumpets made endeavour,
Sounding, “ In God rejoice !”

Saying, “ In Him rejoice
“Whose mercy endureth for ever!"

IV

Then the Temple filled with a cloud,

Even the House of the Lord :
Porch bent and pillar bowed :

For the presence of the Lord,
In the glory of His cloud,

Had filled the House of the Lord.

SECOND SPEAKER, as Renan. Gone now! All gone across the dark so far,

Sharpening fast, shuddering ever, shutting still, Dwindling into the distance, dies that star

Which came, stood, opened once! We gazed our fill With upturned faces on as real a Face

That, stooping from grave music and mild fire, Took in our homage, made a visible place

Through many a depth of glory, gyre on gyre, For the dim human tribute. Was this true ?

Could man indeed avail, mere praise of his, To help by rapture God's own rapture too,

Thrill with a heart's red tinge that pure pale bliss ? Why did it end? Who failed to beat the breast,

And shriek, and throw the arms protesting wide, When a first shadow showed the star addressed

Itself to motion, and on either side The rims contracted as the rays retired;

The music, like a fountain's sickening pulse,

Subsided on itself ; awhile transpired

Some vestige of a Face no pangs convulse, No prayers retard ; then even this was gone,

Lost in the night at last. We, lone and left Silent through centuries, ever and anon

Venture to probe again the vault bereft Of all now save the lesser lights, a mist

Of multitudinous points, yet suns, men say— And this leaps ruby, this lurks amethyst,

But where may hide what came and loved our clay? How shall the sage detect in yon expanse

The star which chose to stoop and stay for us? Unroll the records ! Hailed ye such advance

Indeed, and did your hope evanish thus ? . Watchers of twilight, is the worst averred ?

We shall not look up, know ourselves are seen, Speak, and be sure that we again are heard,

Acting or suffering, have the disk's serene Reflect our life, absorb an earthly flame,

Nor doubt that, were mankind inert and numb, Its core had never crimsoned all the same,

Nor, missing ours, its music fallen dumb ? Oh, dread succession to a dizzy post,

Sad sway of sceptre whose mere touch appals, Ghastly dethronement, cursed by those the most

On whose repugnant brow the crown next falls !

THIRD SPEAKER.

Witless alike of will and way divine,
How heaven's high with earth's low should intertwine !
Friends, I have seen through your eyes : now use mine!
.

II
Take the least man of all mankind, as I;
Look at his head and heart, find how and why
He differs from his fellows utterly :

III

Then, like me, watch when nature by degrees
Grows alive round him, as in Arctic seas
(They said of old) the instinctive water flees -

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Toward some elected point of central rock,
As though, for its sake only, roamed the flock
Of waves about the waste : awhile they mock

With radiance caught for the occasion,-hues
Of blackest hell now, now such reds and blues
As only heaven could fitly interfuse, -

VI
The mimic monarch of the whirlpool, king
O’ the current for a minute : then they wring
Up by the roots and oversweep the thing,

VII

And hasten oft, to play again elsewhere
The same part, choose another peak as bare,
They find and flatter, feast and finish there.

VIII
When you see what I tell you,-nature dance
About each man of us, retire, advance,
As though the pageant's end were to enhance

IX His worth, and once the life, his product, gainedRoll away elsewhere, keep the strife sustained, And show thus real, a thing the North but feigned,

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