MORNING SONG IN THE JUNGLE Ο NE moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track, In morning hush, each rock and bush Stands hard, and high, and raw: Then give the Call: 'Good rest to all That keep the Jungle Law!' Now horn and pelt our peoples melt Now, crouched and still, to cave and hill Now, stark and plain, Man's oxen strain, Now, stripped and dread, the dawn is red Ho! Get to lair! The sun's aflare Behind the breathing grass: And creaking through the young bamboo By day made strange, the woods we range While down the skies the wild duck cries: MORNING SONG IN THE JUNGLE The dew is dried that drenched our hide, And where we drank, the puddled bank The traitor Dark gives up each mark Then hear the Call: 'Good rest to all O A CAROL UR Lord Who did the Ox command He binds His frost upon the land To ripen it for Spring, good sirs, Which well must be as ye can see- When we poor fenmen skate the ice We hear the cry of a single tree That breaks her heart in the cold- Which well must be as ye can see- Her wood is crazed and little worth That we may warm and make our mirth Until the Spring return, good sirs, When people walk abroad. Which well must be as ye can see And who shall judge the Lord? A CAROL God bless the master of this house, To walk in honesty, good sirs, Of thought and deed and word! Which shall befriend our latter endAnd who shall judge the Lord? 'MY NEW-CUT ASHLAR' Y new-cut ashlar takes the light M Where crimson-blank the windows flare. By my own work before the night, Great Overseer, I make my prayer. If there be good in that I wrought, Thy Hand compelled it, Master, ThineWhere I have failed to meet Thy Thought I know, through Thee, the blame was mine. One instant's toil to Thee denied Of that I did with Thee to guide To Thee, through Thee, be excellence. The depth and dream of my desire, Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire, Who, lest all thought of Eden fade, Bring'st Eden to the craftsman's brain- |