One Life, One Law What do we know-what need we know Of the great world to which we go? Be still, O mourning heart, nor seek Into the darkness of the dawn. What is their wisdom, clear and deep ?— They have no word we do not know,- With God: we know that virtue saves,— ΙΟΟ Griefs The rains of winter scourged the weald, For days they darkened on the field: Now, where the wings of winter beat, The poppies ripple in the wheat. And pitiless griefs came thick and fastLife's bough was naked in the blastTill silently amid the gloom They blew the wintry heart to bloom. An Old Road A host of poppies, a flight of swallows; Shepherds the leaves in the sheltered hollows, For the forest is shaken and thinned. Over my head are the firs for rafter; after; I kiss my hands to the world with laughterIs it Aidenn or mystical Ind? Oh, the whirl of the fields in the windy weather! How the barley breaks and blows together! Oh, glad is the free bird afloat on the heather Oh, the whole world is glad of the wind! The New-Comers Two swallows-each preening a long glossy feather; Now they gossip and dart through the silvery weather; Oh, praise to the Highest-two lovers together Free, free in the fathomless world of air. No fate to oppose and no fortune to sunder; Blue sky overhead-green sky breaking un der; And their home on the cliff in the midst of the wonder, Hung high beyond fear on the gray granite stair. Music It is the last appeal to man- To aspirations that would die. Voice tender and heroical- |