earth with musk is scented, and musk-laden is the air. Everything proclaims that daily now draws nearer spring the fair. (Versified from a Persian paraphrase.) (Versified from a Persian paraphrase.) LIFE AND DEATH LIFE AND DEATH "Death after life" shall we sigh as we say it, Sigh as if death were the end for us all, Pale at the thought, as in silence we weigh it, Yield our dull souls to it, bending in thrall? "Life after death"—look ahead, weakling spirit— Sure is the way to a world that is ours. Death is fruition, why then should we fear it? Death—the fruition of life's budding powers. Sigh as if death were the end for us all, Yield our dull souls to it, bending in thrall? Sure is the way to a world that is ours. Death—the fruition of life's budding powers. [13] [13] MAN OF TODAY MAN OF TODAY For thee he thought, The Greek, who by the sea Lay in his lithe-limbed grace, as dreamily He gazed upon the sky begemmed with stars, And pondered mysteries. Ah, few the bars To stop that lofty spirit in its flight Compared with those that lock our souls in night. For thee he thought! For thee he wrought, The Tyrian, who of old His rich web wove of purple dye and gold; Whose little bark, outstanding many a storm, To ruder lands the spirit and the form Of Eastern culture bore. Ah! what we owe To him today, let sage and poet show. For thee he wrought! For thee he fought! The Saxon, who upheld The freedom of our race; whose broad-ax felled Imperial legions in the forest dim Where loud his
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