Show POEMS WORTH r READING 1 J I A Workers ymn > f RudjardfFfpibgJ i It Rom he good in that I wrausfct 1 Thy hand connxdfedJ ft Master thfrm Whero 1 have failed to meet Thy thought I I know through Thee th blame I mine i I I One Instants tbU to Theej denied Sftvnds alt eternity offense Of that I JIta with tfieo ttt guide i To Tneev through Thee > be excellence Who leit all thought of Eden fade Bringst Eden to the craftsmans brain Godlike to muse oer his own trade I And manlike stanU with GQ again The depth and dream of my desire The bitter paths where r stray Thou knowest who has made the Ire Thou knowest who has made the clay One stone the more swings to her place In that dread temple of Thy wotfth It Js enough that through Thy grace I saw naught common on Thy eatth Take not that vision from my ken Oh wliatsoear may spoil or speed Help me to need no aid t from men That I may help such men as need The Average Han Hamlin Garltind in the Outlook His faco had the primness of granite It was bleached and bronzed by the sun Like the coat on his poor narrow shoulders should-ers And his handS showed the work he hud done His dim eyes were weauy and patient And he smiled through his pallor and tan A wistful 1r smile as If saying Im onsy an average man I cant be a hero or poet Nor a dictator wearing a crown Im only the hard working servant Of those set above me Im down And Its no use comulalning Ill get along the best way I ian And cne 0 these days come morning And rest for the average man He wages all battles and wins them He builds nil turrets that tower Over walls of the city to tell Of tho rulers I dct priests of the hour l Wthowt him the general is helpless Tho earth but a place and a plan Ho moves all and clothes all and feeds all This sadsmiling average man 1hen I lifted my hand tn a promise With teeth set close and my breath FIt 1 hard In my throat and I uttered A vow that shall outlive death I swear that the builder no longer To me shall be less than tho plan Henceforward be guerdon and glory f And hope for the average man A Backward Xook Ruth Underbill in October Century Upon a windswept hill above the plata I stood at noontide Clear and cold tho day About me shone and in its equal light Unxitemtd by cloud or sfcade the whole world stood Revealed In nakedness clearedged and hard No mark or scar upon his ttmeworn taco But hurt the sight in brazen fixity My wearied eyes I lifted to the sky Whidh burned like polished silver oer mr head And vainly cried Oh give me back tho dawn Tho awehushed mystery when earth and air In tender presence of the budding morn Do palpitate twixt dread and ecstacy When each shade holds a doubt each doubt a hope hopeGradle Cradle Song James Whltcomb BUrt The maple strews the ember of Its leaves Oer the laggard swallows nestled neath the eaves And the moody cricket falters In Ms cry Babybye And the lid of night Is falling oer the sky Baby 1 The 1M of night Is falling oer the sky The rose is lying pallid and the cup Of the frosted calla lily folded up And the breezes through the garden sob anti sigh Babybye Oer the sleeping blooms of summer where they He Babybye Oer the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie Yet Baby oh my Baby for your sake This heart of mine is ever wide awake And my love may never droop a drowsy eye Babybye Till your own are wet above me when I die Babybye Till your own are wet above nw when I die The Father Confessor CA Boyd Scott in Black and White Oh father Intercede She whispered with sweet Mary Sin indeed Is all my waking days and all my dreams Make jest of Christs pure pilgrimage me seems I Jove Oh holy father be Gods hollow ear and nothing more tome > to-me I love Oh God I love Q holy priest Of holy church my tatheln hot shame she ceased He granted her Gods peace So wistfully she lingered on her knees Hoping gainst God and shame that ho might say What pardon Got gives lovethe fed away I But In the eve unfrocked he went And told her that he loved her and sho bent That he might bless her Nay my love ho said And thcnb love she answered and the past fell dead A Venetian Honeymoon Edgar Fawcett in Literature For us the marvel and magic have not flown That once were Venice in her palm For prime us bloom taintless from the blights J S of time Her pale medievalisms of sculptured stone As though mysteriously for us atone Plazetta and San Marco blend like rhyme Their festal pomps for us the church bcCls chime Dead hours and shadowy degas reen throne The past its beauty accords us not its tears Lagoon canal street campo are fa tried thus And Lido and all her sweet calm sister isles But where the Blva is massed with gon doliers Today reasserts Itself and lo for us The Bridge ot Sighs becomes the Bridge of Smiles Knowledge and Wisdom Cowper Knowledge and wisdom far from being one Have ofttlmes no connetftDon Knowledga dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men Wisttem minds attentive to their own Knowledge rude unprofitable mass The mere materials with which wisdom builds Till smoothed and squared and fitted to Its place Does but encumber shorn It seems to enrich en-rich Knowledge is proud that lie has learned so much Wisdom is humble that he knows no more Prom In Veronicas Garden Alfred Austin Give me Octobers medicative haze Its gossamer mornings dewywrimpled eves Deowy and fragrant fragrant and secure The long slow sound of farniwttrdwBnd ing wains When homely Lovo sups quiet mitt his sheaves Sups mid Ms sheaves Ws sickle at hia side And alP is peace peace and plump fruit lulntsfe |