Into a realm of higher life. And the silence of the gods who understand each other with out speech. There is the silence of defeat. There is the silence of those unjustly punished; And the silence of the dying whose hand Suddenly grips yours. There is the silence between father and son, When the father cannot explain his life, Even though he be misunderstood for it. There is the silence that comes between husband and wife. There is the silence of those who have failed; And the vast silence that covers Broken nations and vanquished leaders. There is the silence of Lincoln, Thinking of the poverty of his youth. And the silence of Napoleon After Waterloo. And the silence of Jeanne d'Arc Saying amid the flames, "Blessed Jesus"- Too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it In words intelligible to those who have not lived And there is the silence of the dead. If we who are in life cannot speak Of profound experiences, Why do you marvel that the dead Their silence shall be interpreted -Edgar Lee Masters * THE COWBOY'S DREAM * Last night as I lay on the prairie, Roll on, roll on; Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on, Roll on, little dogies, roll on. The road to that bright, happy region They say there will be a great round-up, I know there's many a stray cowboy When he might have gone in the green pastures I wonder if ever a cowboy Stood ready for that Judgment Day, And could say to the Boss of the Riders, Sung to the air of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean. For they, like the cows that are locoed, Are dragged with a rope to the round-up, Or get marked with some crooked man's brand. And I'm scared that I'll be a stray yearling,— And get cut in the bunch with the "rusties" For they tell of another big owner They say he will never forget you, -John A. Lomax. GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS INTO HEAVEN * [Bass drum beaten loudly] Booth led boldly with his big bass drum(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) From General William Booth Enters into Heaven and Other Poems, by Vachel Lindsay. Used by special permission of The Macmillan Company, publishers. (To be sung to the tune of The Blood of the Lamb with indicated instrument) The Saints smiled gravely and they said: "He's come." Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends pale- [Banjos] Every slum had sent its half-a-score The round world over. (Booth had groaned for more.) Every banner that the wide world flies Bull-necked convicts with that land made free. (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) II [Bass drum slower and softer] Booth died blind and still by Faith he trod, Eyes still dazzled by the ways of God. Unabated in that holy land. Jesus came from out the court-house door, Marched on spotless, clad in raiment new. The lame were straightened, withered limbs uncurled [Bass drum louder] Drabs and vixens in a flash made whole! Gone was the weasel-head, the snout, the jowl! Rulers of empires, and of forests green! [Grand chorus of all instruments. Tambourines to the foreground.] The hosts were sandalled, and their wings were fire! (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) But their noise played havoc with the angel-choir. O, shout Salvation! It was good to see [Reverently sung, no instruments] And when Booth halted by the curb for prayer |