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Along the street
The shadows meet
Of Destiny, whose hands conceal
The moulds of fate
Omartyrs, with your crowns and palms,-
Your scaffold prayers, and dungeon
Around I see
The powers that be;
Look from the sky,
I stand by Empire's primal springs;
Thou solemn moon, with searching beam;
And hear the tread of uncrowned kings! Our mean self-seekings meaner seem.
That shape the state,
And make or mar the common weal.
Hark! through the crowd
Beneath the sad, rebuking moon.
God save the land
No jest is this;
A careless hand
May shake or swerve ere morrow's noon! Profanely on the sacred ark.
The shadow rend,
The blood of Vane,
Who traced the path the Pilgrim trod,
And prayed her Russell up to God!
Our hearts grow cold,
Shame from our hearts
The fraud designed, the purpose dark;
To party claims
So shall our voice
Swell the deep bass of duty done,
When God and man shall speak as one!
A MAN there came, whence none could tell,
Quick birth of transmutation smote
A right which brave men died to gain; Of heirloom jewels, prized so much,
The stake, the cord,
Were many changed to chips and clods,
The axe, the sword,
And even statues of the gods
Grim nurses at its birth of pain.
Crumbled beneath its touch.
Then angrily the people cried,
And since they could not so avail
To check this unrelenting guest,
But, though they slew him with the sword,
And when, to stop all future harm,
They strewed its ashes on the breeze; They little guessed each grain of these Conveyed the perfect charm.
strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up, and grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breathe his early vows;
And age was pleased, in heats of noon,
the birds sweet music bore;
It stood a glory in its place, a blessing
A little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern,
A passing stranger scooped a well, where weary men might turn;
He walled it in, and hung with care a ladle at the brink;
He thought not of the deed he did, but
Had cooled ten thousand parchéd tongues,
It shone upon a genial mind, and, lo! its light became
A dreamer dropped a random thought;
A lamp of life, a beacon ray, a monitory flame:
The thought was small; its issue great;
A TRAVELLER through a dusty road OLD Tubal Cain was a man of might
In the days when Earth was young; By the fierce red light of his furnace bright
The strokes of his hammer rung; And he lifted high his brawny hand On the iron glowing clear,
Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers,
And he sang, "Hurrah for my handi-
Hurrah for the spear and sword! Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well,
For he shall be king and lord!"
To Tubal Cain came many a one,
As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one prayed for a strong steel
As the crown of his desire:
And he made them weapons sharp and strong,
Till they shouted loud for glee, And gave him gifts of pearl and gold, And spoils of the forest free.
And they sang, “Hurrah for Tubal Cain,