Some of them were old and faded, and others were of the age of the bloom, That grows upon the lilies, and fades before the rays of noon. But out in the mist they are waiting to greet us, and we shall welcome them once more. Beneath the sun that shines in stillness, upon this living shore. The battlements are faded, and the swords are laid aside, And he has come with his saints to reign through the ages, over the human tide. [Pg 31] A Meditation—Life I see the people out on the plains—from the distance they call to me. Come and march with us for a day, and be one of the people of the plains. Floating along with the winds that blow—the great human sea. I love the sage and the vintage that grow, and the oaks that stand in chains. I love the music sung with the wings of the dust through the fields of chaffing grains, shadowed beneath the azure light of the hill's refrains. Move, you angels of speed, across the white serenes. You rocks of earth stand still. You seas that lash with a turbulent rage shall all obey my will. I will watch by the things that strive and love, till all the earth be filled. You teeming hosts a' moving on—I love the things of life. You serene glories of the sun's meridian gleam across the extending plains of white; that love and live in the dust of the earth, beneath the sun's great light. Move you children with the speed of fire; I love those wings that sing in their strength, and might. Haste the speed of the soul that the living mind be right, you things that live in the light of the day—I hate the things of night. Gather on the plains like clouds all spectered with black and gray. The things of speed shall dwell sublime, though the things that wait shall pass away. I shall call to those of my own in the midst of the sea; I shall wait for those that pray. There is a light that shines with those that tell of[Pg 32] the speed and power. Of the soul that hastens to the things of right in the days of their fleeting hours. Of the things that live in the love of
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