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A baby watched a ford, whereto A wagtail came for drinking; A blaring bull went wading through, The wagtail showed no shrinking.
A stallion splashed his way across, The birdie nearly sinking; He gave his plumes a twitch and toss, And held his own unblinking.
Next saw the baby round the spot A mongrel slowly slinking; The wagtail gazed, but faltered not In dip and sip and prinking.
A perfect gentleman then neared; The wagtail, in a winking, With terror rose and disappeared; The baby fell a-thinking.
ABERDEEN (April: 1905)
"And wisdom and knowledge shall be the stability of thy times."--Isaiah x.x.xiii. 6.
I looked and thought, "All is too gray and cold To wake my place-enthusiasms of old!"
Till a voice pa.s.sed: "Behind that granite mien Lurks the imposing beauty of a Queen."
I looked anew; and saw the radiant form Of Her who soothes in stress, who steers in storm, On the grave influence of whose eyes sublime Men count for the stability of the time.
GEORGE MEREDITH 1828-1909
Forty years back, when much had place That since has perished out of mind, I heard that voice and saw that face.
He spoke as one afoot will wind A morning horn ere men awake; His note was trenchant, turning kind.
He was of those whose wit can shake And riddle to the very core The counterfeits that Time will break . . .
Of late, when we two met once more, The luminous countenance and rare Shone just as forty years before.
So that, when now all tongues declare His shape unseen by his green hill, I scarce believe he sits not there.
No matter. Further and further still Through the world's vaporous vitiate air His words wing on--as live words will.
May 1909.
YELL'HAM-WOOD'S STORY
Coomb-Firtrees say that Life is a moan, And Clyffe-hill Clump says "Yea!"
But Yell'ham says a thing of its own: It's not "Gray, gray Is Life alway!"
That Yell'ham says, Nor that Life is for ends unknown.
It says that Life would signify A thwarted purposing: That we come to live, and are called to die, Yes, that's the thing In fall, in spring, That Yell'ham says:- "Life offers--to deny!"
1902.
A YOUNG MAN'S EPIGRAM ON EXISTENCE
A senseless school, where we must give Our lives that we may learn to live!
A dolt is he who memorizes Lessons that leave no time for prizes.
16 W. P. V., 1866.
