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When the wine makes its round, “ Since life fleets, all is change ; the Past gone, seize
Fool! All that is, at all,
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
FIRST SPEAKER, as David.
On the first of the Feast of Feasts,
The Dedication Day,
At the Altar in robed array,
When the thousands, rear and van,
Swarming with one accord,
(Look, gesture, thought and word
When the singers lift up their voice,
And the trumpets made endeavour,
Saying, “ In Him rejoice
Then the Temple filled with a cloud,
Even the House of the Lord :
For the presence of the Lord,
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 !
Witless alike of will and way divine,
Then, like me, watch when nature by degrees
Toward some elected point of central rock,
With radiance caught for the occasion,-hues
And hasten oft, to play again elsewhere
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,