make our world, our weather.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare; In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure; We hide with wreaths the furrowed brow of care, And win to smiles the set lips of despair. For us life always moves with lilting measure; We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure.

We two find youth renewed with every dawn; Each day holds something of an unknown glory. We waste no thought on grief or pleasure gone; Tricked out like hope, time leads us on and on, And thrums upon his harp new song or story. We two, we two, we find the paths of glory.

We two make heaven here on this little earth; We do not need to wait for realms eternal. We know the use of tears, know sorrow’s worth, And pain for us is always love’s rebirth. Our paths lead closely by the paths supernal; We two, we two, we live in love eternal.

 

THE POET’S THEME

CONTENTS

What is the explanation of the strange silence of American poets concerning American triumphs on sea and land?

Literary Digest.

Why should the poet of these pregnant times Be asked to sing of war’s unholy crimes?

To laud and eulogize the trade which thrives On horrid holocausts of human lives?

Man was a fighting beast when earth was young, And war the only theme when Homer sung.

’Twixt might and might the equal contest lay, Not so the battles of our modern day.

Too often now the conquering hero struts A Gulliver among the Liliputs.

Success no longer rests on skill or fate, But on the movements of a syndicate.

Of old men fought and deemed it right and just. To-day the warrior fights because he must,

And in his secret soul feels shame because He desecrates the higher manhood’s laws

Oh! there are worthier themes for poet’s pen In this great hour, than bloody deeds of men

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