Show The Old Gods and the New In the twilight of the ages Where thin dust of years lies dead Wrinkled Seers and wrinkled Sages Since thii centuries have sped Stand tho wraiths of unattended Gods who once were called sublime Even In their ruin splendid Mocking and defying rime In the wake of winds that follow Fast along the path of man Comes an echo of Apollo Floats the reedy note of Pan And a clearer note Is ringing Mid the clashing of the spheres And a wilder flight Is winging Through the vistas of the years And from out the ocean mighty High above the cornl caves Rises Venus Aphrodite Throned and sceptered by the waves While tho horn of Neptune winding In the nights recumbent noon Scatters music oer the blinding Silver pathway of the moon So the old gods were most human More like song and life and wine Touched to love words by a woman Mortal half and half divine And the later gods We fashion For their loss have not suillced No not even the compassion And tho great white soul of Christ Ernest McGaffcy In National Magazine n |