COMRADES RICHARD HOVEY Comrades, pour the wine to-night, For the parting is with dawn. Oh, the clink of cups together, With the daylight coming on! Greet the morn With a double horn, When strong men drink together! (1864-1900) Comrades, gird your swords to-night, And lay him low, When strong men fight together. Comrades, watch the tides to-night, With a shout of glee, Comrades, give a cheer to-night, For the dying is with dawn. Oh, to meet the stars together, With the silence coming on! Greet the end As a friend a friend, When strong men die together. 10 20 From Ode read at 60th convention of Psi Upsilon fraternity, May 18, 1893. THE WANDER LOVERS Down the world with Marna! Wandering with the wandering wind, Petrels of the sea-drift! Swallows of the lea! 10 Arabs of the whole wide girth All the seaboard knows us Down the world with Marna, Down the world with Marna, Marna of the subtle grace, Marna with the trees' life Marna of the aspen heart Marna with the wind's will, 20 50 And life slips its tether When the boys get together, With a stein on the table in the fellowship of spring. A road runs east and a road runs west 120 From the table where we sing; And the lure of the one is a roving quest, And the lure of the other a lotus dream. And the eastward road leads into the West Of the lifelong chase of the vanishing gleam; And the westward road leads into the East, Where the spirit from striving is released, Where the soul like a child in God's arms lies And forgets the lure of the butterflies. And west is east, if you follow the trail to the end; 130 And east is west, if you follow the trail to the end; And the East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend As a man and a woman that plight And the spring for the West is the will in the wings of a bird; But the spring for the East and the West alike shall be An urge in their bones and an ache in their spirit, a word That shall knit them in one for Time's foison, once they have heard. For all the bonds shall be broken and rent in sunder, And the soul of man go free Rejoicing in the road he journeys on 230 That his vagrant feet explore; And he knows no haste and he knows no rest, And every mile has a stranger zest And his heart leaps high in the nascent year When he sees the purple buds appear: For he knows, though the great black frost may blight The hope of May in a single night, 240 That the spring, though it shrink back under the bark, But bides its time somewhere in the dark God has said: "Ye shall fail and perish; For the soul shall not give way. Now shame on the craven truckler For our joy shall not give way. LOVE IN THE WINDS When I am standing on the mountain crest, Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray. My love of you leaps foaming in my breast. 21 30 Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their foray; |