disputes his right.

To me is dearer than your grass-grown lane.

Green-growing things quit not the soul of pain.

Working through man His power He displays,

Is writ as clear as in calm country ways.

[20]

[20]

STRENGTH RENEWED

STRENGTH RENEWED

 Antæus, as the ancient poets sing, Though in his contest with the God of Power Doomed to be conquered, stayed the fatal hour, And the onlookers set to wondering. For overborne, to Earth he'd closely cling, Until he rose again, a mighty tower. Thus could the Earth with strength her lover dower, And very near to victory could bring. So when I feel thy tender hand in mine, I, too, dear love, against the world could stand, Courage divine comes with thy lightest touch. Afar from thee Antæus-like I pine, But strength returns now as I clasp thy hand. Ah! that so slight a thing should mean so much. 

Though in his contest with the God of Power

Doomed to be conquered, stayed the fatal hour,

Until he rose again, a mighty tower.

Thus could the Earth with strength her lover dower,

So when I feel thy tender hand in mine,

I, too, dear love, against the world could stand,

Courage divine comes with thy lightest touch.

Afar from thee Antæus-like I pine,

But strength returns now as I clasp thy hand.

 Prev. P 21/59 next