Asserts supremacy: the motion 's all That colors me my moment: seen as joy? I have escaped from sorrow, or that was Or might have been: as sorrow?- thence shall be Escape as certain: white preceded black, Black shall give way to white as duly, so, Deepest in black means white most imminent, Stand still, - have no before, no after!-life Proves death, existence grows impossible To man like me. 'What else is blessed sleep But death, then?' Why, a rapture of release From toil, that's sleep's approach: as certainly, The end of sleep means, toil is triumphed o'er: These round the blank inconsciousness between Brightness and brightness, either pushed to blaze Just through that blank's interposition. Hence The use of things external: man— that's IPractise thereon my power of casting light, And calling substance, when the light I cast Breaks into color, by its proper name A truth and yet a falsity: black, white, Names each bean taken from what lay so close And threw such tint pain might mean pain indeed Seen in the passage past it, pleasure prove No mere delusion while I pause to look, Though what an idle fancy was that fear Which overhung and hindered pleasure's hue! While how, again, pain's shade enhanced the shine Of pleasure, else no pleasure! Such effects Came of such causes. Passage at an end, Past, present, future pains and pleasures fused So that one glance may gather blacks and whites Into a lifetime, like my bean-streak there, Why, white they whirl into, not black for me!" Lives, breeds, and dies in that circumference, Maybe, thatch huts with, - have another use How he, she, it, and even thou, Son, live, Fathom-deep lower. There's the first and last Where certain other aphids live and love. White in the main, and, yea -white's faintest trace Were clean abolished once and evermore. joy to boast no Unsobered by such sorrows of my kind From black experience? Why, if God be just, Man's impotency, God's omnipotence, Enter into his sense of black and white, And myself live there? No - no more than pass From Persia, where in sun since birth I bask Told of by travellers, where the night of snow Snow, feather-thick, is falling while I feast? Here also ? Son, the wise reply were this : When cold from over-mounts spikes through and through God is all-good, all-wise, all-powerful: truth? Take it and rest there. What is man? Not None of these absolutes therefore, yet himself, A creature with a creature's qualities. Each Abolishes the other. Is man weak, Foolish and bad? He must be Ahriman, But, from man's point of view, and only point Possible to his powers, call evidence Of goodness, wisdom, strength? we mock our selves In all that's best of us, -man's blind but sure Craving for these in very deed not word, Since these nowhere exist -nor there where cause Must have effect, nor here where craving means Craving unfollowed by fit consequence And full supply, aye sought for, never foundThese what are they but man's own rule of right? A scheme of goodness recognized by man, Not God's with whom to will were to perform: Will with performance, were deservedly Hailed the supreme-provided . . . here's the touch That breaks the bubble. . . this concept of man's Were man's own work, his birth of heart and brain, His native grace, no alien gift at all. The bubble breaks here. Will of man create ? No more than this my hand which strewed the beans Produced them also from its finger-tips. Back goes creation to its source, source prime "How reconcile discordancy, -unite "Ah, the beans, or, example better yet, A carpet-web I saw once leave the loom And lie at gorgeous length in Ispahan! The weaver plied his work with lengths of silk Dyed each to match some jewel as it might, And wove them, this by that. How comes it, friend,' (Quoth I)that while, apart, this fiery hue, Would satisfy the eye's desire to taste Mere human sight to understand my Life, "A power, confessed past knowledge, nay, past thought, -Thus thought thus known!" "To know of, think about Is all man's sum of faculty effects When exercised on earth's least atom, Son! What was, what is, what may such atom be? No answer! Still, what seems it to man's sense? An atom with some certain properties Yet, since to think and know fire through and through Exceeds man, is the warmth of fire unknown, Its uses are they so unthinkable? Pass from such obvious power to powers un seen, Undreamed of save in their sure consequence: Take that, we spoke of late, which draws to ground The staff my hand lets fall: it draws, at least Thus much man thinks and knows, if nothing more. "Ay, but man puts no mind into such power! He neither thanks it, when an apple drops, Nor prays it spare his pate while underneath. Does he thank Summer though it plumped the rind? Why thank the other force - whate'er its name Which gave him teeth to bite and tongue to taste And throat to let the pulp pass? Force and force, No end of forces! Have they mind like man?" 66 Suppose thou visit our lord Shalim-Shah, Bringing thy tribute as appointed. Here Come I to pay my due!' Whereat one slave Obsequious spreads a carpet for thy foot, His fellow offers sweetmeats, while a third Prepares a pipe: what thanks or praise have they? Such as befit prompt service. Gratitude But for his ordinance, I much suspect, My scholar had been left to cool his heels With bastinado for intrusion. Slaves Needs must obey their master: 'force and force, No end of forces,' act as bids some force Supreme o'er all and each: where find that one? Heroic man stands forth as Shahan-Shah. Dead worthies! but men live undoubtedly Why, then, o'erburdened with a debt of thanks, Stars which, unconscious of thy gaze beneath, Go glorifying, and glorify thee too - Those Seven Thrones, Zurah's beauty, weird Parwin! Whether shall love and praise to stars be paid Thou standest rapt beneath,' proposes one : And so please thee? What more is requisite ?' New qualities of color? were my sight I am the arbitrator! No, my Son! Since half the tribe is wrinkled, and the rest And down Zerdusht goes with due smack of lips: But thank an apple? He who made my mouth To masticate, my palate to approve, wealth Might prove so many gall-nuts -stocks er stones For aught that I should think, or know, or care." "Why from the world," Ferishtah smiled, "should thanks Go to this work of mine? If worthy praise, Praised let it be and welcome: as verse ranks, So rate my verse: if good therein outweighs Aught faulty judged, judge justly! Justice says: Be just to fact, or blaming or approving: But-generous? No, nor loving! "Loving! what claim to love has work of mine? Concede my life were emptied of its gains To furnish forth and fill work's strict confine, Who works so for the world's sake- he complains With cause when hate, not love, rewards his pains I looked beyond the world for truth and beauty: Sought, found, and did my duty." "Was it for mere fool's-play, make-believe and mumming, So we battled it like men, not boylike sulked or whined? Each of us heard clang God's Come!' and each was coming: Soldiers all, to forward-face, not sneaks to lag behind! "How of the field's fortune? That concerned our Leader! Led, we struck our stroke nor cared for doings left and right: Each as on his sole head, failer or succeeder, Lay the blame or lit the praise: no care for cowards: fight!" Mr. Rawdon Brown was an Englishman who went to Venice on some temporary errand, and lived there for forty years, dying in that city in the summer of 1883. He had an enthusiastic love for Venice, and is mentioned in books of travel as one who knew the city thoroughly. The Venetian saying means that "everybody follows his taste as I follow mine." Toni was the gondolier and attendant of Brown. The inscription on Brown's tomb is given in the third and fourth lines. G. W. COOK. SIGHED Rawdon Brown: "Yes, I'm departing, Toni! I needs must, just this once before I die, Revisit England: Anglus Brown am I, Although my heart 's Venetian. Yes, old Nor tampers with its magic more than needs. Two names there are: That which the Hebrew reads With his soul only if from lips it fell, Echo, back thundered by earth, heaven and hell, Would own "Thou didst create us!" Naught impedes : We voice the other name, man's most of might, THE FOUNDER OF THE FEAST Inscribed in an Album presented to Mr. Arthur Chappell, of the Saint James Hall Saturday and Monday popular concerts. EPITAPH ON LEVI LINCOLN THAXTER Born in Watertown, Massachusetts, February 1, 1824. Died May 31, 1884. Mr. Thaxter was early a student of Browning's genius and in his later years gave readings from his poems, which were singularly interpretative. The boulder over his grave bears these lines. |