PATRIA

I WOULD not even ask my heart to say

If I could love some other land as well

As thee, my country, had I felt the spell

Of Italy at birth, or learned to obey

The charm of France, or England's mighty sway. I would not be so much an infidel

As once to dream, or fashion words to tell, What land could hold my love from thee away.

For like a law of nature in my blood

I feel thy sweet and secret sovereignty, And woven through my soul thy vital sign. My life is but a wave, and thou the flood; I am a leaf and thou the mother-tree; Nor should I be at all, were I not thine.

June, 1904.

LEGENDS

A LEGEND OF SERVICE

IT pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying sorrow, or exultant joy,

To tell of earthly tasks in His employ:

For some were sorry when they saw how slow
The stream of heavenly love on earth must flow;
And some were glad because their eyes had seen,
Along its banks, fresh flowers and living green.
So, at a certain hour, before the throne
The youngest angel, Asmiel, stood alone;
Nor glad, nor sad, but full of earnest thought,
And thus his tidings to the Master brought:
"Lord, in the city Lupon I have found

"Three servants of thy holy name, renowned
Above their fellows. One is very wise,

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With thoughts that ever range above the skies; "And one is gifted with the golden speech

"That makes men glad to hear when he will teach;

"And one, with no rare gift or grace endued,

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Has won the people's love by doing good.

"With three such saints Lupon is trebly blest; "But, Lord, I fain would know, which loves Thee best?"

Then spake the Lord of Angels, to whose look The hearts of all are like an open book: "In every soul the secret thought I read, "And well I know who loves me best indeed. "But every life has pages vacant still,

"Whereon a man may write the thing he will; "Therefore I read in silence, day by day,

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And wait for hearts untaught to learn my way. "But thou shalt go to Lupon, to the three

"Who serve me there, and take this word from

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me:

Tell each of them his Master bids him go "Alone to Spiran's huts, across the snow; 66 There he shall find a certain task for me: "But what, I do not tell to them nor thee. "Give thou the message, make my word the test, 66 And crown for me the one who answers best." Silent the angel stood, with folded hands, To take the imprint of his Lord's commands; Then drew one breath, obedient and elate,

And passed, the self-same hour, through Lupon's gate.