VIII

THESE THINGS SHALL BE!

REACHING forth unto those things which are before.

Philippians iii. 13

A brighter morn awaits our human day.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Out of the dark, the circling sphere
Is rounding onward to the light;
We see not yet the full day here,
But we do see the paling night.

Samuel LongFELLOW

THESE THINGS SHALL BE!

THESE things shall be! A loftier race

Than e'er the world hath known, shall rise
With flow'r of freedom in their souls
And light of science in their eyes.

They shall be gentle, brave, and strong
To spill no drop of blood, but dare
All that may plant man's lordship firm
On earth and fire and sea and air.

Nation with nation, land with land,
Unarmed shall live as comrades free;
In every heart and brain shall throb
The pulse of one fraternity.

JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS

"FOR I DIPT INTO THE FUTURE"

FOR I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would

be;

Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic

sails,

Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly

bales;

Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd a ghastly dew

From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue;

Far along the world-wide whisper of the south wind rushing warm,

With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm;

Till the war drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd

In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.

There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm

in awe,

And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. ALFRED TENNYSON

(From Locksley Hall)

THE NEW PATRIOT

WITHIN his heart East shall be one
With West, and his effaceless thought
Shall be that earth was made for all
Its driven millions sore-distraught.

For he at last shall look and see

Through all the creeds about him hurled,

His nation is humanity,

His country is the world.

CALE YOUNG RICE

(Reprinted by special permission of the author from Earth and New

Earth, published by the Century Company)

CONVENTION

THE SNOW is lying very deep.

My house is sheltered from the blast.
I hear each muffled step inside,
I hear each voice go past.

But I'll not venture in the drift
Out of this bright security,

Till enough footsteps come and go

To make a path for me.

NEW ROADS

EVERY road was a new road once,

And before that a footpath

Won out of the wilderness.

AGNES LEE

The roads that were glad and new in the past

Once led through live meadows and up tantalizing steeps; They were broad enough then.

And now the meadows are trampled by the endless pat-pat

of feet

Into dead stubble and tear-soaked marsh,

And the climbed steeps show themselves cowering foothills,

And the tides of smoke shut out the vaster steeps above And the sun and the stars,

And the roads are all too narrow.

I shall not go down the old roads;

I shall not follow the beckoning footpaths of dead leaders, Making broad roads of them;

I shall make one footpath myself.

CLEMENT WOOD

(From Glad of Earth, Laurence J. Gomme, New York)