BRYANT From "The Dead Master" To the last hour of his long, honored life, Go where he would, he was not solitary, Whom not to worship were to be more blind If he be poet, as our Master was, His song will be a mighty argument, The weight of the world forever! All great things Such was thy song, O Master! and such fame As only the kings of thought receive, is thine; Be happy with it in thy larger life Where Time is not, and the sad word-Farewell! RICHARD HENRY STODDARD Publishers: Charles Saribner's Sons, New York To limun the beauty of the earth and sky? Let all that beauty in clear vision lies Of tempeste wouldst those King. to the tossed wreck with terror in thy haarts Tcale, with the assaulting host, the camport's height, And Strike and struggle in the thickest fight . So shalt there frame alay "It hat witching hangs upon this posts page! Copied Occr. 1875. "BLESSINGS be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares,The Poets! who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!" Personal Talk. VITAL VERSE OF THE NEW ERA Poet's Preface to THE LIBRARY OF POETRY AND SONG [NOTE These prefatory pages are for reading rather Chip off plate а Go, little wonder-song, Into the world of men! Fill every heart with joy the whole year long, And then come back again. Ring over all the world, In country, town and mart; Inspire each soul that now is downward hurled, Encourage those who fall On battlefields of life To rise again, at Duty's bugle-call, And conquer in the strife: WILLIAM JAMES PRICE. From Interludes, Baltimore. |