| Show 4 I 1 I I 1 I I II r 9 I I 8 I i A I 7 HE END OP OF T CENTURY iS 1 fly Dy Edward Markham t f We tand hero at tho nd ot of 41 years I a rs And nd a great creat voner rushes on the thet t I heart I While clUes cItte rose and ond bossom Into 4 q e dust While shadowy lines or of kinas were blown to air I What was tas the Purpose on the world f I Through the large lare leisure or of the cen turl turlee s sAnd And what the or victory Loj lA man has laid his on the I tara stars k And sent his snell upon the continents ti f 1 The heavens heans confess their secrets and andU U L t the lonee J Silent as God publish their mystery Man calls the Irom their 1 F secret place 4 To crumple UP the spaces ot of the world And snatch the tho jewels Jewell from the hours The wild white hors horses s or of the tho theS sea S ci Art Ar startled by his hh thunders The Tho c Crowd around to be b the lackeys or of the tho JI t king kingi i i ills His hand has torn tom the veil ell ot or the Great GreatS La LaThe S The Law that was before the tho before tore That far First Whisper on the ancient deep W The Law that swIn Arcturus on the North And hurls hUlls tie the soul or of man upon the tho theS S S wa vay p flut Dut what avail aall 0 builders ot of the world I Unless re e build a safety for Cor the tho soul f Man hr he put harnes on Leviathan And nd hooks In his IncorrIgible Jaws And yet et the Perils of the tho Street remain t Out Dut of oC the whirlwind of oC the cities rise Lean an Hun Hunger er and the Worm of Misery Miser 5 01 iw tho rho heartbreak and the cry ot of mortal i t tears ears 1 5 1 ul hark the bugles bules blowing on the 1 5 peaks I I And hark n a mUrmur ns as of many man feet Ceet The or cry of the divine alarm Look the tha last Son atTUne of comes hur J on The strong young ot of Democracy With ste step he takes th the Open alIen iad In love with lh the winds that beat his hla hair breast Baring his strength to all alIthe world lie hIs around with Jovian glance Searches the tho tracks ot of old Tradition roans With rebel robel the tho D ks ot of Pedigree Pedigree gree Peers Into the face or of end Why are you belting In the path of oC men inca menIs Is It your shoulder bears the human load Do you ou draw 1 iown the rains ot of the sweet heaven And keep the grEen g growing flack to hell We know knol at last the Future Futuro U cure God Is from Crom And all things goud and build the tho road Yea down tn in the thick ot of things the themen men or of greed Are Arc the cloy clay B 13 w tolls the ten Inen without the Dream Led onward b by a unawares Arc Aro layia the foundations ot of the Dream The Tho Kingdom ot of Fraternity foretold Be e still 0 Soul the Future Is secure curel For one is 11 knockinG at We the gate of o lire life The Tho Social Man Inn the ruler of the sphere And In his brain he bears the Gold Golden n And In his heart Q a his t feet t The free trec service of the State Hasten 0 men make ready wit witti glad hands Chapels ot of worship cham chambers rJ ot of repose Spread Rp ad the tho white table or of Fraternity The high JOY till the Great Guest comes I i |
