He writes verse that will stand the test of time because it
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WORLD'S BEST LITERATURE
Ancient and Modern
CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER
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HAMILTON WRIGHT MABIE, LUCIA GILBERT RUNKLE,
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THE ADVISORY COUNCIL
CRAWFORD H. TOY, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Hebrew, HARVARD UNIVERSITY, Cambridge, Mass.
THOMAS R. LOUNSBURY, LL. D. , L. H. D. ,
Professor of English in the Sheffield Scientific School of
YALE UNIVERSITY, New Haven, Conn.
WILLIAM M. SLOANE, Ph. D. , L. H. D. ,
Professor of History and Political Science,
PRINCETON UNIVERSITY, Princeton, N. J.
BRANDER MATTHEWS, A. M. , LL. B. ,
Professor of Literature, COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY, New York City.
JAMES B. ANGELL, LL. D. .
President of the UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN, Ann Arbor, Mich.
WILLARD FISKE, A. M. , Ph. D. ,
Late Professor of the Germanic and Scandinavian Languages
and Literatures,
CORNELL UNIVERSITY, Ithaca, N. Y.
EDWARD S. HOLDEN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Director of the Lick Observatory, and Astronomer,
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, Berkeley, Cal.
ALCÉE FORTIER, LIT, D. ,
Professor of the Romance Languages,
TULANE UNIVERSITY, New Orleans, La.
WILLIAM P. TRENT, M. A. ,
Dean of the Department of Arts and Sciences, and Professor of
English and History,
UNIVERSITY OF THE SOUTH, Sewanee, Tenn.
PAUL SHOREY, Ph. D. ,
Professor of Greek and Latin Literature,
UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO, Chicago, Ill.
WILLIAM T. HARRIS, LL. D. ,
United States Commissioner of Education,
BUREAU OF EDUCATION, Washington, D. C.
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Professor of Literature in the
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
VOL. XXVII
LIVED
PAGE
WILLIAM WATSON
The Turk in Armenia (The
Purple East)
Repudiated Responsibility
(same)
England to America (same)
A Birthday (same)
1856–
15705
The Plague of Apathy (same)
A Trial of Orthodoxy (same)
A Wondrous Likeness (same)
Starving Armenia (same)
From "The Tomb of Burns
The Father of the Forest
ISAAC WATTS
1674-1748
15717
Our God, Our Help in Ages Past
Jesus shall Reign Where'er the Sun
Joy to the World, the Lord is Come
Thou Whom My Soul Admires Above
Welcome, Sweet Day of Rest
Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove
There Is a Land of Pure Delight
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Let Dogs Delight to Bark and Bite
How Doth the Little Busy Bee
DANIEL WEBSTER
1782-1852
15725
BY CARL SCHURZ
The American Idea (Oration on Laying the Corner-Stone
of the Bunker Hill Monument)
Massachusetts and South Carolina (Speech in the Senate,
1830)
Liberty and Union (same)
The Drum-Beat of England (Speech in the Senate, 1834)
Imaginary Speech of John Adams (Discourse on Adams
and Jefferson, 1826)
The Continuity of the Race (Discourse at Plymouth, De-
cember 22d, 1820)
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LIVED
PAGE
JOHN WEBSTER
Seventeenth Century
15758
From The Duchess of Malfi
Dirge from Vittoria Corombona'
JOHN WEISS
1818-1879
15769
Constancy to an Ideal ('American Religion')
1807-1873
15779
JOHN SEBASTIAN CAMMERMEYER WELHAVEN
A Sonnet from Norway's Dawn'
The Revolution of 1848
Goliath
Protesilaos
The Paris Morgue
JOHN AND CHARLES WESLEY
1703-1791
1708-1788
15790
BY WILLIAM POTTS
From John Wesley's Writings:
The New Birth ( The New Birth')
Our Stewardship (“The Good Steward')
The Kingdom of Heaven ('The First Discourse upon the
Serinon on the Mount')
The Love that Hopeth and Endureth All Things (“Second
Discourse upon the Sermon on the Mount')
A Catholic Spirit (Discourse Entitled Catholic Spirit')
The Last Judgment (Discourse on (The Great Assize ))
Thou Hidden Love of God, Whose Height (Translation
from Tersteegen)
From Charles Wesley's Hymns:
Father, I Stretch My Hands to Thee
Light of Life, Seraphic Fire
Love Divine, All Love Excelling
Eternal Beam of Light Divine
Gentle Jesus, Meek and Mild
Thou Very Present Aid
Hail! Holy, Holy, Holy Lord
A Charge to Keep I Have
And Have I Measured Half My Days
Jesus, Lover of My Soul
Jesu, My Strength, My Hope
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vii
LIVED
PAGE
THOMAS WHARTON
1859-1896
15819
BY OWEN WISTER
Bobbo
Edwin PERCY WHIPPLE
1819-1886
15839
Domestic Service (Outlooks on Society, Literature, and
Politics)
ANDREW DicKSON WHITE
1832-
15851
Reconstructive Force of Scientific Criticism (“History of
the Warfare of Science with Theology')
Mediæval Growth of the Dead Sea Legends (same)
GILBERT WHITE
1720-1793 15867
Habits of the Tortoise (“The Natural History of Selborne')
The House-Swallow (same)
The House-Cricket (same)
RICHARD GRANT WHITE
1821-1885
15876
The Bacon-Shakespeare Craze (“Studies in Shakespeare')
Big Words for Small Thoughts (Words and Their Uses')
WALT WHITMAN
1819-1892
15885
BY JOHN BURROUGHS
I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
Song of the Open Road
Dirge for Two Veterans
When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloomed
O Captain! My Captain!
Hushed be the Camps To-day
Darest Thou Now, O Soul
A Noiseless Patient Spider
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
1807-1892
15911
BY GEORGE R. CARPENTER
Skipper Ireson's Ride
Telling the Bees
Maud Muller
Barbara Frietchie
In School Days
The Eternal Goodness
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PAGE
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER - Continued :
Ichabod!
The Barefoot Boy
The Farewell of a Virginia Slave Mother to her Daugh-
ters Sold into Southern Bondage
Barclay of Ury
Centennial Hymn
Winter In-Doors (“Snow-Bound')
Child-Songs
The Yankee Girl
The Angels of Buena Vista
The Seer
Burns (On Receiving a Sprig of Heather in Blossom)
The Summons
The Last Eve of Summer (Written when the Poet was
Nearly 83)
1733-1813
15954
ChrisTOPHER MARTIN WIELAND
Managing Husbands
The Deities Deposed
15969
WILHELMINE VON BAYREUTH
1709-1758
Visit of Peter the Great to Frederick William the First
Pictures of Court Life
MARY E. WILKINS
1855? -
15983
The Revolt of Mother »
NATHANIEL PARKER Willis
1806-1867 16001
When Tom Moore Sang Pencillings by the Way')
David and Absalom
Dedication Hymn
André's Request to Washington
The Belfry Pigeon
Unseen Spirits
Dawn
Aspiration (Yale College, 1827)
The Elms of New Haven
Lines on the Burial of the Champion of his Class at
Yale College
Love in a Cottage
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LIVED
PAGE
ALEXANDER Wilson
1766-1813
16017
BY SPENCER TROTTER
The Bluebird (American Ornithology)
The Wild Pigeon (same)
The Fish-Hawk, or Osprey
The Fisherman's Hymn
JOHN WILSON
1785-1854
16032
In Which the Shepherd and Tickler Take to the Water
(Noctes Ambrosianæ ')
1856-
16047
WOODROW WILSON
The Truth of the Matter
The West in American History
WILLIAM WINTER
1836-
16061
Jefferson's Rip Van Winkle (Life and Art of Joseph
Jefferson')
A Pledge to the Dead
Edwin Booth
Violet
The Golden Silence
1828–1861
16075
THEODORE WINTHROP
A Gallop of Three (John Brent')
WILLIAM WIRT
1772-1834 16090
Personal Characteristics of Henry (“Sketches of the Life
and Character of Patrick Henry')
Patrick Henry's First Case (same)
Burr and Blennerhassett: Argument in the Trial of Aaron
Burr
!
1860-
16101
基
OWEN WISTER
Specimen Jones
GEORGE WITHER
1588-1667
16123
A Rocking Hymn
The Author's Resolution in a Sonnet
A Christmas Carol
For Summer-Time
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LIVED
PAGE
Mary WollSTONECRAFT
1759-1797
16129
Modern Ideal of Womanhood (A Vindication of the Rights
of Women')
1855-
16145
(
GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY
At Gibraltar
From My Country
Lines
Sodoma's Christ Scourged?
Song (“Agathon')
MARGARET L. Woods
1859-
16153
Esther Vanhoinrigh's Confession to Dean Swift (“Esther
Vanhomrigh)
1848-1894
16165
CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON
Rodman the Keeper
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
1770-1850
16193
BY FREDERIC W. H. MYERS
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower
A Slumber Did my Spirit Seal
A Poet's Epitaph
The Fountain: A Conversation
Resolution and Independence
The Sparrow's Nest
My Heart Leaps Up when I Behold
Composed upon Westminster Bridge
It Is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
To Toussaint L'Ouverture
London, 1802
It Is Not to be Thought Of
To Hartley Coleridge — Six Years Old
She Was a Phantom of Delight
The Solitary Reaper
To the Cuckoo
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
To a Young Lady who had been Reproached for Tak-
ing Long Walks in the Country
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LIVED
WILLIAM WORDS WORTH - Continued :
The World Is Too Much with Us
Ode to Duty
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early
Childhood
To the Small Celandine
SiR THOMAS WYATT
1503-1542
16230
A Description of Such a One as He would Love
An Earnest Suit to his Unkind Mistress Not to Forsake
Him
The Lover's Lute Cannot be Blamed though It Sing of
his Lady's Unkindness
How the Lover Perisheth in his Delight as the Fly in
the Fire
A Renouncing of Love
The Lover Prayeth Not to be Disdained, Refused, Mis-
trusted, nor Forsaken
16235
John Wyclif
1324? -1384
Luke xv. 11-32; Same - Modern Version
1 Corinthians xiii.
John xx. 1-31
Apocalypse v. 1-14
XENOPHON
430 B. C. ? -355 B. C. ?
16243
BY WILLIAM CRANSTON LAWTON
The Training of a Wife (Economist')
Xenophon's Estate at Scillus ('Anabasis')
Hardships in the Snow (same)
The Education of a Persian Boy (Cyropædeia')
ARTHUR YOUNG
1741-1820 16261
Aspects of France before the Revolution ('Travels in
France)
EDWARD YOUNG
1684-1765 16277
From Night Thoughts! : Procrastination; The Death of
Friends; Aspiration; Silence and Darkness; Formalism,
The Better Part
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LIVED
PAGE
ÉMILE ZOLA
1840-
16283
BY ROBERT VALLIER
Glimpses of Napoleon III. (La Débâcle')
The Attack on the Mill
1817-1893
16325
JOSÉ ZORRILLA Y MORAL
To my Lyre
In the Cathedral of Toledo
To Spain
The Dirge of Larra
Aspiration
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Isaac Watts
Daniel Webster
Charles Wesley
John Wesley
Edwin Percy Whipple
Andrew Dickson White
Richard Grant White
Walt Whitman
John Greenleaf Whittier
Christopher Martin Wieland
Mary E. Wilkins
Nathaniel Parker Willis
Alexander Wilson
John Wilson
Woodrow Wilson
William Winter
Theodore Winthrop
William Wirt
Owen Wister
George Wither
Mary Wollstonecraft
George E. Woodberry
William Wordsworth
Sir Thomas Wyatt
John Wyclif
Xenophon
Arthur Young
Edward Young
Émile Zola
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15705
WILLIAM WATSON
(1856-)
He work of William Watson, who is now distinctly a leader
among the younger poets of England, has an artistic stand-
ard, a dignity and a beauty, which set him apart from the
rank and file of aspirants. Mr. Watson's poetry is in the line of tra-
dition: it stands for culture and reflection, it is strongly intellectual.
There is in it nothing of sensational appeal, or the striving after
originality by strained posturing. Mr. Watson has thought and moral
earnestness, as well as art and imagination. It is not surprising his
verse has received governmental recogni-
tion, and won an audience among the dis-
criminating. In his poems of patriotism or
of national import, Mr. Watson reminds us
that a high function of the bard is to arouse,
reprove, and inspire his countrymen and
those who steer the ship of State.
William Watson, still a young man but
just turned forty, was born at Wharfedale,
Yorkshire, in 1856, and is the son of a Liv-
erpool merchant. As a boy his health was
so delicate as to exclude him from public-
school life, and he was taught privately at
home. When he was twelve the family WILLIAM WATSON
moved to the Lancashire watering-place of
Southport; and there William gained fast in health, read literature,
and drank in the beauties of the surrounding country,— for some of
the choicest of England's scenery lies thereabouts. Books and nature
thus ministered equally to his development. He made excursions
into Wordsworth's land, and the spirit of the master interpreter stole
deep into his being: it was the poem Wordsworth's Grave,' in 1892,
that first drew the attention of the English people to an authentic new
voice. Shelley and Keats were passions with him in boyhood, and
their molding influence can be traced in his writing. Mr. Watson
resides with his mother at Southead, a London suburb. A recent
nervous illness due to overwork brought on an unbalanced mind; but
the poet rallied from the attack, and has done some of his finest work
since. This affliction is nobly, touchingly alluded to in the lovely
Vita Nuova.
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15706
WILLIAM WATSON
It was not until his third volume that William Watson received
substantial acknowledgment of his ability. His first work, “The
Prince's Quest' (1880), made no stir, nor did “Epigrams of Art, Life,
and Nature (1884); though the discerning recognized in both books
the sure technique and the purity of quality which denote the true
poet. In the latter volume Mr. Watson's gift for saying much in
little, and giving crystallized and perfect form to some single thought,
was happily illustrated. But when Wordsworth's Grave and Other
Poems) appeared in 1892, it was conceded that here was a poet to
reckon with. The Wordsworth tribute was declared, not without just-
ice, to be the strongest thing on the great nature-poet written of
late years.
Another memorial piece, Lachrymæ Musarum, of which
Tennyson is the subject, and which is a stately and finely conceived
lyric, attracted Gladstone's attention, and resulted in his securing for
the young poet a governmental pension of two hundred pounds, which
has since been increased. This official favor seemed to point towards
the laureateship, and Mr. Watson's chances as a candidate were
regarded as good; many being disappointed at his failure to get the
appointment. In 1893 was published 'The Eloping Angels,' an at-
tempt at the satiric-humorous which was hardly successful. Watson's
forte lies in quite another kind. 'Odes and Other Poems, The
Father of the Forest and Other Poems,' (The Purple East,' and 'The
Year of Shame,' are subsequent volumes which have strengthened
his position and exhibited a healthy growth in power and art. The
title-piece in “The Father of the Forest' is a noble poem, in which
the idealist is plainly published, and Mr. Watson's ability for sus-
tained flight proved once more beyond peradventure. (The Year of
Shame,' which is an amplification of The Purple East,' is devoted
almost exclusively to the poet's arraignment, in a sonnet-sequence, of
the English for their Eastern policy, especially with regard to the
Armenian question. Such leonine, ringing verse has seldom come
from a young poet. Mr. Watson has a notable control of the son-
net form; his indignation is like that of Milton in its resonant ethical
appeal, its impassioned sincerity. Some of these poems are of really
splendid strength and sweep. The poet has not hitherto given the
world anything so striking, and these patriotic poems have much
enhanced his reputation. In them Mr. Watson is a singer of national
significance; and with his age in mind, his future looks big with
promise.
He writes verse that will stand the test of time because it
is grounded upon a careful art, inspired by a pure purpose, and vital-
ized by a normal, wholesome feeling.
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WILLIAM WATSON
15707
[The sonnets
(The Purple East) are copyright 1896, by John Lane. ]
THE TURK IN ARMENIA
From The Purple East)
WH*
AT profits it, О England, to prevail
In camp and mart and council, and bestrew
With argosies thy oceans, and renew
With tribute levied on each golden gale
Thy treasuries, if thou canst hear the wail
Of women martyred by the turbaned crew,
Whose tenderest mercy was the sword that slew,
And lift no hand to wield the purging flail ?
We deemed of old thou held'st a charge from Him
Who watches girdled by his seraphim,
To smite the wronger with thy destined rod.
Wait'st thou his sign? Enough, the unanswered cry
Of virgin souls for vengeance, and on high
The gathering blackness of the frown of God!
REPUDIATED RESPONSIBILITY
From The Purple East)
I
HAD not thought to hear it voiced so plain,
Uttered so forthright, on their lips who steer
This nation's course: I had not thought to hear
That word re-echoed by an English thane,
Guilt's maiden speech when first a man lay slain,-
"Am I my brother's keeper ? ) Yet full near
It sounded, and the syllables rang clear
As the immortal rhetoric of Cain.
“Wherefore should we, sirs, more than they — or they -
Unto these helpless reach a hand to save ? »
An English thane, in this our English air,
Speaking for England? Then indeed her day
Slopes to its twilight, and for Honor there
Is needed but a requiem and a grave.
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15708
WILLIAM WATSON
ENGLAND TO AMERICA
From The Purple East)
O
TOWERING Daughter, Titan of the West,
Behind a thousand leagues of foam secure;
Thou toward whom our inmost heart is pure
Of ill intent: although thou threatenest
With most unfilial hand thy mother's breast,
Not for one breathing-space may Earth endure
The thought of War's intolerable cure
For such vague pains as vex to-day thy rest!
But if thou hast more strength than thou canst spend
In tasks of Peace, and find'st her yoke too tame,
Help us to smite the cruel, to befriend
The succorless, and put the false to shame.
So shall the ages laud thee, and thy name
Be lovely among nations to the end.
A BIRTHDAY
From "The Purple East)
I
1
Tis the birthday of the Prince of Peace:
Full long ago He lay with steeds in stall,
And universal Nature heard through all
Her borders that the reign of Pan must cease.
The fatness of the land, the earth's increase,
Cumbers the board; the holly hangs in hall;
Somewhat of her abundance Wealth lets fall, -
It is the birthday of the Prince of Peace.
The dead rot by the wayside; the unblest
Who live, in caves and desert mountains lurk
Trembling,— his foldless flock, shorn of their fleece.
Women in travail, babes that suck the breast,
Are spared not. Famine hurries to her work:
It is the birthday of the Prince of Peace.
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WILLIAM WATSON
15709
THE PLAGUE OF APATHY
From The Purple East
N°
O TEARS are left: we have quickly spent that store!
Indifference like a dewless night hath come.
From wintry sea to sea the land lies numb.
With palsy of the spirit stricken sore,
The land lies numb from iron shore to shore.
The unconcerned, they flourish; loud are some,
And without shame. The multitude stand dumb.
The England that we vaunted is no more.
Only the witling's sneer, the worldling's smile,
The weakling's tremors, fail him not who fain
Would rouse to noble deed. And all the while,
A homeless people, in their mortal pain,
Toward one far and famous ocean isle
Stretch hands of prayer, and stretch those hands in vain.
A TRIAL OF ORTHODOXY
From The Purple East)
TH
He clinging children at their mother's knee
Slain; and the sire and kindred one by one
Flayed or hewn piecemeal; and things nameless
done,
Not to be told: while imperturbably
The nations gaze, where Rhine unto the sea,
Where Seine and Danube, Thames and Tiber run,
And where great armies glitter in the sun,
And great kings rule, and man is boasted free!
What wonder if yon torn and naked throng
Should doubt a Heaven that seems to wink and nod,
And having moaned at noontide, “Lord, how long ? »
Should cry, “Where hidest thou ? ” at evenfall;
At midnight, “Is he deaf and blind, our God ? »
And ere day dawn, «Is he indeed, at all ? ”
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15710
WILLIAM WATSON
A WONDROUS LIKENESS
From The Purple East
S
TILL on Life's loom, the infernal warp and weft
Woven each hour! Still in august renown,
A great realm watching, under God's great frown!
Ever the same! The little children cleft
In twain; the little tender maidens reft
Of maidenhood! And through a little town
A stranger journeying, wrote this record down,
«In all the place there was not one man left. ”
O friend, the sudden lightning of whose pen
Makes Horror's countenance visible afar,
And Desolation's face familiar,
I think this very England of my ken
Is wondrous like that little town, where are
In all the streets and houses no more men.
STARVING ARMENIA
From “The Purple East)
0
PEN your hearts, ye clothed from head to feet,
Ye housed and whole who listen to the cry
Of them that not yet slain and mangled lie,
Only despoiled of all that made life sweet,–
Only left bare to snow and wind and sleet,
And roofless to the inhospitable sky:
Give them of your abundance, lest they die,
And famine make this mighty woe complete;
And lest if truly, as your creed aver,
A day of reckoning come, it be your lot
To hear the voice of the uprisen dead:
“We were the naked whom ye covered not,
The sick to whom ye did not minister,
And the anhungered whom ye gave not bread. ”
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WILLIAM WATSON
15711
FROM THE TOMB OF BURNS)
Copyright 1895, by Stone & Kimball
N"
of ours to gauge the more or less,
The will's defect, the blood's excess,
The earthy humors that oppress
The radiant mind.
His greatness, not his littleness,
Concerns mankind.
A dreamer of the common dreams,
A fisher in familiar streams,
He chased the transitory gleams
That all pursue;
But on his lips the eternal themes
Again were new.
With shattering ire or withering mirth
He smote each worthless claim to worth;
The barren fig-tree cumbering earth
He would not spare ;
Through ancient lies of proudest birth
He drove his share.
To him the Powers that formed him brave,
Yet weak to breast the fatal wave,
A mighty gift of Hatred gave,-
A gift above
All other gifts benefic, save
The gift of Love.
He saw 'tis meet that Man possess
The will to curse as well as bless,
To pity — and be pitiless,
To make, and mar;
The fierceness that from tenderness
Is never far.
And so his fierce and tender strain
Lives, and his idlest words remain
To flout oblivion, that in vain
Strives to destroy
One lightest record of his pain
Or of his joy.
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WILLIAM WATSON
THE FATHER OF THE FOREST
Copyright 1895, by Stone & Kimball. Reprinted by permission of John Lane,
publisher
I
O
LD emperor Yew, fantastic sire,
Girt with thy guard of dotard kings,
What ages hast thou seen retire
Into the dusk of alien things ?
What mighty news hath stormed thy shade,
Of armies perished, realms unmade ?
Already wast thou great and wise,
And solemn with exceeding eld,
On that proud morn when England's eyes,
Wet with tempestuous joy, beheld
Round her rough coasts the thundering main
Strewn with the ruined dream of Spain.
Hardly thou count'st them long ago,
The warring faiths, the wavering land,
The sanguine sky's delirious glow,
And Cranmer's scorched, uplifted hand.
Wailed not the woods their task of shame,
Doomed to provide the insensate flame ?
Mourned not the rumoring winds, when she -
The sweet queen of a tragic hour -
Crowned with her snow-white memory
The crimson legend of the Tower ?
Or when a thousand witcheries lay
Felled with one stroke, at Fotheringay ?
Ah, thou hast heard the iron tread
And clang of many an armored age,
And well recall'st the famous dead :
Captains or counselors, brave or sage,
Kings that on kings their myriads hurled,
Ladies whose smile embroiled the world.
Rememberest thou the perfect knight,
The soldier, courtier, bard, in one,-
Sidney, that pensive Hesper-light
O'er Chivalry's departed sun ?
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15713
Knew'st thou the virtue, sweetness, lore,
Whose nobly hapless name was More ?
The roystering prince, that afterward
Belied his madcap youth, and proved
A greatly simple warrior lord,
Such as our warrior fathers loved -
Lives he not still ? for Shakespeare sings
The last of our adventurer kings.
His battles o'er, he takes his ease;
Glory put by, and sceptred toil.
Round him the carven centuries
Like forest branches arch and coil.
In that dim fame, he is not sure
Who lost or won at Azincour!
Roofed by the mother minster vast
That guards Augustine's rugged throne,
The darling of a knightly Past
Sleeps in his bed of sculptured stone,
And Alings, o'er many a warlike tale,
The shadow of his dusky mail.
The monarch who, albeit his crown
Graced an august and sapient head,
Rode rough-shod to a stained renown
O'er Wallace and Llewellyn dead,
And perished in a hostile land,
With restless heart and ruthless hand;
Or that disastrous king, on whom
Fate, like a tempest, early fell,
And the dark secret of whose doom
The Keep of Pomfret kept full well;
Or him that with half-careless words
On Becket drew the dastard swords;
Or Eleanor's undaunted son,
That, starred with idle glory, came
Bearing from leaguered Ascalon
The barren splendor of his fame,
And, vanquished by an unknown bow,
Lies vainly great at Fontevraud;
Or him, the footprints of whose power
Made mightier whom he overthrew,-
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WILLIAM WATSON
A man built like a mountain-tower,
A fortress of heroic thew,-
The Conquerer, in our soil who set
This stem of Kinghood flowering yet:
These, or the living fame of these,
Perhaps thou minglest — who shall say ? -
With thrice remoter memories,
And phantoms of the mistier day
Long ere the tanner's daughter's son
From Harold's hands this realm had won.
What years are thine, not mine to guess!
The stars look youthful, thou being by;
Youthful the sun's glad-heartedness;
Witless of time the unaging sky,
And these dim-groping roots around
So deep a human Past are wound,
That, musing in thy shade, for me
The tidings scarce would strangely fall
Of fair-haired despots of the sea
Scaling our eastern island-wall,
From their long ships of norland pine,
Their “surf-deer ” driven o'er wilds of brine.
Nay, hid by thee from Summer's gaze
That seeks in vain this couch of loam,
I should behold, without amaze,
Camped on yon down the hosts of Rome;
Nor start though English woodlands heard
The selfsame mandatory word
As by the cataracts of the Nile
Marshaled the legions long ago,
Or where the lakes are one blue smile
'Neath pageants of Helvetian snow,
Or 'mid the Syrian sands that lie
Sick of the Day's great tearless eye,
Or on barbaric plains afar,
Where, under Asia's fevering ray,
The long lines of imperial war
O’er Tigris passed, and with dismay
In fanged and iron deserts found
Embattled Persia closing round,
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15715
And 'mid their eagles watched on high
The vultures gathering for a feast,
Till, from the quivers of the sky,
The gorgeous star-flight of the East
Flamed, and the bow of darkness bent
O'er Julian dying in his tent.
II
Was it the wind befooling me
With ancient echoes, as I lay?
Was it the antic fantasy
Whose elvish mockeries cheat the day?
Surely a hollow murmur stole
From wizard bough and ghostly bole!
!
“Who prates to me of arms and kings,
Here in these courts of old repose ?
Thy babble is of transient things,
Broils, and the dust of foolish blows.
Thy sounding annals are at best
The witness of a world's unrest.
“Goodly the ostents are to thee,
And pomps of Time: to me more sweet
The vigils of Eternity,
And Silence patient at my feet;
And dreams beyond the deadening range
And dull monotonies of Change.
« Often an air comes idling by
With news of cities and of men;
I hear a multitudinous sigh
And lapse into my soul again.
Shall her great noons and sunsets be
Blurred with thine infelicity ?
“Now from these veins the strength of old,
The warmth and lust of life, depart:
Full of mortality, behold
The cavern that was once my heart !
Me, with blind arm, in season due,
Let the aerial woodman hew.
“For not though mightiest mortals fall,
The starry chariot hangs delayed;
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WILLIAM WATSON
His axle is uncooled, nor shall
The thunder of His wheels be stayed.
A changeless pace His coursers keep,
And halt not at the wells of sleep.
« The South shall bless, the East shall blight,
The red rose of the dawn shall blow;
The million-lilied stream of night
Wide in ethereal meadows flow;
And autumn mourn, and everything
Dance with the wild pipe of the spring.
«With oceans heedless round her feet,
And the indifferent heavens above,
Earth shall the ancient tale repeat
Of wars and tears, and death and love;
And wise from all the foolish past,
Shall peradventure hail at last
« The advent of that morn divine
When nations may as forests grow,
Wherein the oak hates not the pine,
Nor beeches wish the cedars woe,
But all, in their unlikeness, blend
Confederate to one golden end, -
!
“Beauty: the Vision whereunto
In joy, with pantings, from afar,
Th ugh sound and odor, form and hue,
And mind and clay, and worm and star,-
Now touching goal, now backward hurled, -
Toils the indomitable world. ”
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15717
ISAAC WATTS
(1674-1748)
N his essay on psalmody, Isaac Watts makes this apology for
possible shortcomings in the hymns of his composition:-
-
“It was hard to restrain my verse always within the bounds of my design;
it was hard to sink every line to the level of a whole congregation, and yet
to keep it above contempt. However, among so great a number of songs, I
hope there will be some found that speak the very language and desires and
sense of the meanest souls. ”
The desire here expressed has been ful-
filled in larger measure than the author,
perhaps, ever dreamed. His hymns have
been so absorbed into the popular con-
sciousness that they are in the widest sense
national; they have ceased to be his, in
becoming the common property of genera-
tion after generation of English-speaking
Christians. They are written, moreover, in
the tongue of the soul, so they belong to
no sect or division of the churches.
Isaac Watts was born in 1674, in South-
ISAAC WATTS
ampton, England, where his father, a Dis-
senter, kept a boarding-school. Both his parents were of a primitive
and fervid piety. The boy was reared in an atmosphere of mental
and moral sincerity. It is recorded that he began the study of the
classics at the age of five years; being ever more devoted to books
than to childish pleasures. On account of his nonconformity he could
not enter either of the universities; but in his sixteenth year he
went to London to pursue his studies in an academy there kept
by the Rev. Thomas Rowe, minister of the Independent Meeting at
Haberdashers' Hall. He became tutor afterwards in the family of
Sir John Hartopp, at Stoke Newington, in the mean time carrying
on his studies in preparation for the ministry. In his twenty-fourth
year he was chosen assistant to Dr. Chauncy, pastor of an Independ-
ent church in Mark Lane, London, Two years later he became sole
pastor; but the state of his health soon made the appointment of an
assistant necessary.
Dr. Watts had undermined his strength in early
boyhood by too great devotion to study; he was never to regain it.
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15718
ISAAC WATTS
In 1712 he took up his residence with Sir Thomas Abney of Abney
Park; preaching but seldom, and devoting himself to the writing of
theological treatises. He died in 1748.
In 1706 appeared the “Horæ Lyricæ,' or the lyric poems sacred to
devotion and piety. The next year a collection of hymns was pub-
lished. In 1719 appeared the Psalms of David rendered into verse,
and in 1720 the widely known and loved Divine and Moral Songs for
Children. These various collections of devotional and moral verse
embrace the finest work of Watts. His prose writings, including the
treatises on theology and the books designed for educational purposes,
fill eight volumes; but in no case do they rise above the level of
mediocrity.
The genius of Isaac Watts was a genius for worship; especially of
that elemental Christian worship which, as in the days of the early
church, centred itself about the personality of Jesus Christ, feeling
the power of that personality rather than defining it. The temper of
Watts himself was less in accord with the stern puritanic theology of
his day than with the earlier and benigner aspects of Christianity,-
its primitive urbanity and joyousness, its tender love of souls. The
spirit of worship in him found its natural expression in song, in
hymns in which the emphasis is always laid on what is comforting
and simple and hopeful. The greatest of his hymns would not have
been out of place on the lips of the subterranean church of Nero's
day, as the church of to-day can sing them with fitness. Their ab-
stract spirituality is one of their surest claims to endurance.
Dr. Watts's Divine and Moral Songs for Children' are quaint
and loving; most beautiful indeed in their effort to link the life of a
child with the life of God. His works throughout are the works of
a sincere and good man, seeking to translate the unutterable language
of the angelical choirs into the homely speech of the people to
whom he ministered.
OUR GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST
09
UR God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home,
Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
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15719
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
Time like an ever-rolling stream
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
.
JESUS SHALL REIGN WHERE'ER THE SUN
ESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
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For him shall endless prayer be made,
And princes throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our king;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
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15720
ISAAC WATTS
JOY TO THE WORLD, THE LORD IS COME
Jor
Oy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her king;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and flowers, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
THOU WHOM MY SOUL ADMIRES ABOVE
.
.
HOU whom my soul admires above
All earthly joy and earthly love,-
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know
Where do thy sweetest pastures grow?
The
Where is the shadow of that rock
That from the sun defends thy flock ?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
Why should thy bride appear like one
Who turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.
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WELCOME, SWEET DAY OF REST
WE
TELCOME, sweet day of rest
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here may we sit and see him here,
And love and praise and pray.
One day amidst this place
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
COME, HOLY SPIRIT, HEAVENLY DOVE
COM
WOME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers:
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trilling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise:
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers:
Come shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
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THERE IS A LAND OF PURE DELIGHT
THERE
HERE is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But tim'rous mortals start and shrink
To cross the narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
Oh! could we make our doubts remove,-
These gloomy doubts that rise,-
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes;
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood
Could fright us from the shore.
WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS
W*
THEN I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
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15723
See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
LET DOGS DELIGHT TO BARK AND BITE
From Divine and Moral Songs for Children)
L
ET dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature to;
But, children, you should never let
Your angry passions rise:
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.
Let love through all your actions run,
And all your words be mild;
Live like the blessed Virgin's Son,-
That sweet and lovely child.
His soul was gentle as a lamb;
And as his stature grew,
He grew in favor both with man
And God his father, too.
Now, Lord of all, he reigns above;
And from his heavenly throne,
He sees what children dwell in love,
And marks them for his own.
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ISAAC WATTS
HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE
From Divine and Moral Songs for Children)
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ow doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour.
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower.
How skillfully she builds her cell;
How neat she spreads her wax,
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed;
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
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DANIEL WEBSTER
(1782-1852)
BY CARL SCHURZ
F THE generation of American statesmen that followed those
of the Revolutionary period, few will live as long in the
memory of the people, and none as long in the literature of
the country, as Daniel Webster. His figure rises above the level of
his time like a monument of colossal proportions. He was a child
of the War of Independence, born in 1782. His father, a Puritan of
stern and sterling character, had, as a backwoods farmer in New
Hampshire, been an Indian fighter while New England had an Indian
frontier, a soldier in the French war, and a captain in the Revolution-
ary army. His high standing among his neighbors made him a judge
of the local court. Ambitious for his children, he strained his scanty
means to the utmost to give his son the best education within reach,
first at Exeter Academy, then at Dartmouth College.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
VOL. XXVII
LIVED
PAGE
WILLIAM WATSON
The Turk in Armenia (The
Purple East)
Repudiated Responsibility
(same)
England to America (same)
A Birthday (same)
1856–
15705
The Plague of Apathy (same)
A Trial of Orthodoxy (same)
A Wondrous Likeness (same)
Starving Armenia (same)
From "The Tomb of Burns
The Father of the Forest
ISAAC WATTS
1674-1748
15717
Our God, Our Help in Ages Past
Jesus shall Reign Where'er the Sun
Joy to the World, the Lord is Come
Thou Whom My Soul Admires Above
Welcome, Sweet Day of Rest
Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove
There Is a Land of Pure Delight
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Let Dogs Delight to Bark and Bite
How Doth the Little Busy Bee
DANIEL WEBSTER
1782-1852
15725
BY CARL SCHURZ
The American Idea (Oration on Laying the Corner-Stone
of the Bunker Hill Monument)
Massachusetts and South Carolina (Speech in the Senate,
1830)
Liberty and Union (same)
The Drum-Beat of England (Speech in the Senate, 1834)
Imaginary Speech of John Adams (Discourse on Adams
and Jefferson, 1826)
The Continuity of the Race (Discourse at Plymouth, De-
cember 22d, 1820)
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JOHN WEBSTER
Seventeenth Century
15758
From The Duchess of Malfi
Dirge from Vittoria Corombona'
JOHN WEISS
1818-1879
15769
Constancy to an Ideal ('American Religion')
1807-1873
15779
JOHN SEBASTIAN CAMMERMEYER WELHAVEN
A Sonnet from Norway's Dawn'
The Revolution of 1848
Goliath
Protesilaos
The Paris Morgue
JOHN AND CHARLES WESLEY
1703-1791
1708-1788
15790
BY WILLIAM POTTS
From John Wesley's Writings:
The New Birth ( The New Birth')
Our Stewardship (“The Good Steward')
The Kingdom of Heaven ('The First Discourse upon the
Serinon on the Mount')
The Love that Hopeth and Endureth All Things (“Second
Discourse upon the Sermon on the Mount')
A Catholic Spirit (Discourse Entitled Catholic Spirit')
The Last Judgment (Discourse on (The Great Assize ))
Thou Hidden Love of God, Whose Height (Translation
from Tersteegen)
From Charles Wesley's Hymns:
Father, I Stretch My Hands to Thee
Light of Life, Seraphic Fire
Love Divine, All Love Excelling
Eternal Beam of Light Divine
Gentle Jesus, Meek and Mild
Thou Very Present Aid
Hail! Holy, Holy, Holy Lord
A Charge to Keep I Have
And Have I Measured Half My Days
Jesus, Lover of My Soul
Jesu, My Strength, My Hope
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THOMAS WHARTON
1859-1896
15819
BY OWEN WISTER
Bobbo
Edwin PERCY WHIPPLE
1819-1886
15839
Domestic Service (Outlooks on Society, Literature, and
Politics)
ANDREW DicKSON WHITE
1832-
15851
Reconstructive Force of Scientific Criticism (“History of
the Warfare of Science with Theology')
Mediæval Growth of the Dead Sea Legends (same)
GILBERT WHITE
1720-1793 15867
Habits of the Tortoise (“The Natural History of Selborne')
The House-Swallow (same)
The House-Cricket (same)
RICHARD GRANT WHITE
1821-1885
15876
The Bacon-Shakespeare Craze (“Studies in Shakespeare')
Big Words for Small Thoughts (Words and Their Uses')
WALT WHITMAN
1819-1892
15885
BY JOHN BURROUGHS
I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
Song of the Open Road
Dirge for Two Veterans
When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloomed
O Captain! My Captain!
Hushed be the Camps To-day
Darest Thou Now, O Soul
A Noiseless Patient Spider
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
1807-1892
15911
BY GEORGE R. CARPENTER
Skipper Ireson's Ride
Telling the Bees
Maud Muller
Barbara Frietchie
In School Days
The Eternal Goodness
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PAGE
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER - Continued :
Ichabod!
The Barefoot Boy
The Farewell of a Virginia Slave Mother to her Daugh-
ters Sold into Southern Bondage
Barclay of Ury
Centennial Hymn
Winter In-Doors (“Snow-Bound')
Child-Songs
The Yankee Girl
The Angels of Buena Vista
The Seer
Burns (On Receiving a Sprig of Heather in Blossom)
The Summons
The Last Eve of Summer (Written when the Poet was
Nearly 83)
1733-1813
15954
ChrisTOPHER MARTIN WIELAND
Managing Husbands
The Deities Deposed
15969
WILHELMINE VON BAYREUTH
1709-1758
Visit of Peter the Great to Frederick William the First
Pictures of Court Life
MARY E. WILKINS
1855? -
15983
The Revolt of Mother »
NATHANIEL PARKER Willis
1806-1867 16001
When Tom Moore Sang Pencillings by the Way')
David and Absalom
Dedication Hymn
André's Request to Washington
The Belfry Pigeon
Unseen Spirits
Dawn
Aspiration (Yale College, 1827)
The Elms of New Haven
Lines on the Burial of the Champion of his Class at
Yale College
Love in a Cottage
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ALEXANDER Wilson
1766-1813
16017
BY SPENCER TROTTER
The Bluebird (American Ornithology)
The Wild Pigeon (same)
The Fish-Hawk, or Osprey
The Fisherman's Hymn
JOHN WILSON
1785-1854
16032
In Which the Shepherd and Tickler Take to the Water
(Noctes Ambrosianæ ')
1856-
16047
WOODROW WILSON
The Truth of the Matter
The West in American History
WILLIAM WINTER
1836-
16061
Jefferson's Rip Van Winkle (Life and Art of Joseph
Jefferson')
A Pledge to the Dead
Edwin Booth
Violet
The Golden Silence
1828–1861
16075
THEODORE WINTHROP
A Gallop of Three (John Brent')
WILLIAM WIRT
1772-1834 16090
Personal Characteristics of Henry (“Sketches of the Life
and Character of Patrick Henry')
Patrick Henry's First Case (same)
Burr and Blennerhassett: Argument in the Trial of Aaron
Burr
!
1860-
16101
基
OWEN WISTER
Specimen Jones
GEORGE WITHER
1588-1667
16123
A Rocking Hymn
The Author's Resolution in a Sonnet
A Christmas Carol
For Summer-Time
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Mary WollSTONECRAFT
1759-1797
16129
Modern Ideal of Womanhood (A Vindication of the Rights
of Women')
1855-
16145
(
GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY
At Gibraltar
From My Country
Lines
Sodoma's Christ Scourged?
Song (“Agathon')
MARGARET L. Woods
1859-
16153
Esther Vanhoinrigh's Confession to Dean Swift (“Esther
Vanhomrigh)
1848-1894
16165
CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON
Rodman the Keeper
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
1770-1850
16193
BY FREDERIC W. H. MYERS
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower
A Slumber Did my Spirit Seal
A Poet's Epitaph
The Fountain: A Conversation
Resolution and Independence
The Sparrow's Nest
My Heart Leaps Up when I Behold
Composed upon Westminster Bridge
It Is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
To Toussaint L'Ouverture
London, 1802
It Is Not to be Thought Of
To Hartley Coleridge — Six Years Old
She Was a Phantom of Delight
The Solitary Reaper
To the Cuckoo
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
To a Young Lady who had been Reproached for Tak-
ing Long Walks in the Country
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WILLIAM WORDS WORTH - Continued :
The World Is Too Much with Us
Ode to Duty
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early
Childhood
To the Small Celandine
SiR THOMAS WYATT
1503-1542
16230
A Description of Such a One as He would Love
An Earnest Suit to his Unkind Mistress Not to Forsake
Him
The Lover's Lute Cannot be Blamed though It Sing of
his Lady's Unkindness
How the Lover Perisheth in his Delight as the Fly in
the Fire
A Renouncing of Love
The Lover Prayeth Not to be Disdained, Refused, Mis-
trusted, nor Forsaken
16235
John Wyclif
1324? -1384
Luke xv. 11-32; Same - Modern Version
1 Corinthians xiii.
John xx. 1-31
Apocalypse v. 1-14
XENOPHON
430 B. C. ? -355 B. C. ?
16243
BY WILLIAM CRANSTON LAWTON
The Training of a Wife (Economist')
Xenophon's Estate at Scillus ('Anabasis')
Hardships in the Snow (same)
The Education of a Persian Boy (Cyropædeia')
ARTHUR YOUNG
1741-1820 16261
Aspects of France before the Revolution ('Travels in
France)
EDWARD YOUNG
1684-1765 16277
From Night Thoughts! : Procrastination; The Death of
Friends; Aspiration; Silence and Darkness; Formalism,
The Better Part
## p. 15702 (#24) ###########################################
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ÉMILE ZOLA
1840-
16283
BY ROBERT VALLIER
Glimpses of Napoleon III. (La Débâcle')
The Attack on the Mill
1817-1893
16325
JOSÉ ZORRILLA Y MORAL
To my Lyre
In the Cathedral of Toledo
To Spain
The Dirge of Larra
Aspiration
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IN VOL. XXVII
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Isaac Watts
Daniel Webster
Charles Wesley
John Wesley
Edwin Percy Whipple
Andrew Dickson White
Richard Grant White
Walt Whitman
John Greenleaf Whittier
Christopher Martin Wieland
Mary E. Wilkins
Nathaniel Parker Willis
Alexander Wilson
John Wilson
Woodrow Wilson
William Winter
Theodore Winthrop
William Wirt
Owen Wister
George Wither
Mary Wollstonecraft
George E. Woodberry
William Wordsworth
Sir Thomas Wyatt
John Wyclif
Xenophon
Arthur Young
Edward Young
Émile Zola
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15705
WILLIAM WATSON
(1856-)
He work of William Watson, who is now distinctly a leader
among the younger poets of England, has an artistic stand-
ard, a dignity and a beauty, which set him apart from the
rank and file of aspirants. Mr. Watson's poetry is in the line of tra-
dition: it stands for culture and reflection, it is strongly intellectual.
There is in it nothing of sensational appeal, or the striving after
originality by strained posturing. Mr. Watson has thought and moral
earnestness, as well as art and imagination. It is not surprising his
verse has received governmental recogni-
tion, and won an audience among the dis-
criminating. In his poems of patriotism or
of national import, Mr. Watson reminds us
that a high function of the bard is to arouse,
reprove, and inspire his countrymen and
those who steer the ship of State.
William Watson, still a young man but
just turned forty, was born at Wharfedale,
Yorkshire, in 1856, and is the son of a Liv-
erpool merchant. As a boy his health was
so delicate as to exclude him from public-
school life, and he was taught privately at
home. When he was twelve the family WILLIAM WATSON
moved to the Lancashire watering-place of
Southport; and there William gained fast in health, read literature,
and drank in the beauties of the surrounding country,— for some of
the choicest of England's scenery lies thereabouts. Books and nature
thus ministered equally to his development. He made excursions
into Wordsworth's land, and the spirit of the master interpreter stole
deep into his being: it was the poem Wordsworth's Grave,' in 1892,
that first drew the attention of the English people to an authentic new
voice. Shelley and Keats were passions with him in boyhood, and
their molding influence can be traced in his writing. Mr. Watson
resides with his mother at Southead, a London suburb. A recent
nervous illness due to overwork brought on an unbalanced mind; but
the poet rallied from the attack, and has done some of his finest work
since. This affliction is nobly, touchingly alluded to in the lovely
Vita Nuova.
.
## p. 15706 (#28) ###########################################
15706
WILLIAM WATSON
It was not until his third volume that William Watson received
substantial acknowledgment of his ability. His first work, “The
Prince's Quest' (1880), made no stir, nor did “Epigrams of Art, Life,
and Nature (1884); though the discerning recognized in both books
the sure technique and the purity of quality which denote the true
poet. In the latter volume Mr. Watson's gift for saying much in
little, and giving crystallized and perfect form to some single thought,
was happily illustrated. But when Wordsworth's Grave and Other
Poems) appeared in 1892, it was conceded that here was a poet to
reckon with. The Wordsworth tribute was declared, not without just-
ice, to be the strongest thing on the great nature-poet written of
late years.
Another memorial piece, Lachrymæ Musarum, of which
Tennyson is the subject, and which is a stately and finely conceived
lyric, attracted Gladstone's attention, and resulted in his securing for
the young poet a governmental pension of two hundred pounds, which
has since been increased. This official favor seemed to point towards
the laureateship, and Mr. Watson's chances as a candidate were
regarded as good; many being disappointed at his failure to get the
appointment. In 1893 was published 'The Eloping Angels,' an at-
tempt at the satiric-humorous which was hardly successful. Watson's
forte lies in quite another kind. 'Odes and Other Poems, The
Father of the Forest and Other Poems,' (The Purple East,' and 'The
Year of Shame,' are subsequent volumes which have strengthened
his position and exhibited a healthy growth in power and art. The
title-piece in “The Father of the Forest' is a noble poem, in which
the idealist is plainly published, and Mr. Watson's ability for sus-
tained flight proved once more beyond peradventure. (The Year of
Shame,' which is an amplification of The Purple East,' is devoted
almost exclusively to the poet's arraignment, in a sonnet-sequence, of
the English for their Eastern policy, especially with regard to the
Armenian question. Such leonine, ringing verse has seldom come
from a young poet. Mr. Watson has a notable control of the son-
net form; his indignation is like that of Milton in its resonant ethical
appeal, its impassioned sincerity. Some of these poems are of really
splendid strength and sweep. The poet has not hitherto given the
world anything so striking, and these patriotic poems have much
enhanced his reputation. In them Mr. Watson is a singer of national
significance; and with his age in mind, his future looks big with
promise.
He writes verse that will stand the test of time because it
is grounded upon a careful art, inspired by a pure purpose, and vital-
ized by a normal, wholesome feeling.
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WILLIAM WATSON
15707
[The sonnets
(The Purple East) are copyright 1896, by John Lane. ]
THE TURK IN ARMENIA
From The Purple East)
WH*
AT profits it, О England, to prevail
In camp and mart and council, and bestrew
With argosies thy oceans, and renew
With tribute levied on each golden gale
Thy treasuries, if thou canst hear the wail
Of women martyred by the turbaned crew,
Whose tenderest mercy was the sword that slew,
And lift no hand to wield the purging flail ?
We deemed of old thou held'st a charge from Him
Who watches girdled by his seraphim,
To smite the wronger with thy destined rod.
Wait'st thou his sign? Enough, the unanswered cry
Of virgin souls for vengeance, and on high
The gathering blackness of the frown of God!
REPUDIATED RESPONSIBILITY
From The Purple East)
I
HAD not thought to hear it voiced so plain,
Uttered so forthright, on their lips who steer
This nation's course: I had not thought to hear
That word re-echoed by an English thane,
Guilt's maiden speech when first a man lay slain,-
"Am I my brother's keeper ? ) Yet full near
It sounded, and the syllables rang clear
As the immortal rhetoric of Cain.
“Wherefore should we, sirs, more than they — or they -
Unto these helpless reach a hand to save ? »
An English thane, in this our English air,
Speaking for England? Then indeed her day
Slopes to its twilight, and for Honor there
Is needed but a requiem and a grave.
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15708
WILLIAM WATSON
ENGLAND TO AMERICA
From The Purple East)
O
TOWERING Daughter, Titan of the West,
Behind a thousand leagues of foam secure;
Thou toward whom our inmost heart is pure
Of ill intent: although thou threatenest
With most unfilial hand thy mother's breast,
Not for one breathing-space may Earth endure
The thought of War's intolerable cure
For such vague pains as vex to-day thy rest!
But if thou hast more strength than thou canst spend
In tasks of Peace, and find'st her yoke too tame,
Help us to smite the cruel, to befriend
The succorless, and put the false to shame.
So shall the ages laud thee, and thy name
Be lovely among nations to the end.
A BIRTHDAY
From "The Purple East)
I
1
Tis the birthday of the Prince of Peace:
Full long ago He lay with steeds in stall,
And universal Nature heard through all
Her borders that the reign of Pan must cease.
The fatness of the land, the earth's increase,
Cumbers the board; the holly hangs in hall;
Somewhat of her abundance Wealth lets fall, -
It is the birthday of the Prince of Peace.
The dead rot by the wayside; the unblest
Who live, in caves and desert mountains lurk
Trembling,— his foldless flock, shorn of their fleece.
Women in travail, babes that suck the breast,
Are spared not. Famine hurries to her work:
It is the birthday of the Prince of Peace.
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WILLIAM WATSON
15709
THE PLAGUE OF APATHY
From The Purple East
N°
O TEARS are left: we have quickly spent that store!
Indifference like a dewless night hath come.
From wintry sea to sea the land lies numb.
With palsy of the spirit stricken sore,
The land lies numb from iron shore to shore.
The unconcerned, they flourish; loud are some,
And without shame. The multitude stand dumb.
The England that we vaunted is no more.
Only the witling's sneer, the worldling's smile,
The weakling's tremors, fail him not who fain
Would rouse to noble deed. And all the while,
A homeless people, in their mortal pain,
Toward one far and famous ocean isle
Stretch hands of prayer, and stretch those hands in vain.
A TRIAL OF ORTHODOXY
From The Purple East)
TH
He clinging children at their mother's knee
Slain; and the sire and kindred one by one
Flayed or hewn piecemeal; and things nameless
done,
Not to be told: while imperturbably
The nations gaze, where Rhine unto the sea,
Where Seine and Danube, Thames and Tiber run,
And where great armies glitter in the sun,
And great kings rule, and man is boasted free!
What wonder if yon torn and naked throng
Should doubt a Heaven that seems to wink and nod,
And having moaned at noontide, “Lord, how long ? »
Should cry, “Where hidest thou ? ” at evenfall;
At midnight, “Is he deaf and blind, our God ? »
And ere day dawn, «Is he indeed, at all ? ”
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15710
WILLIAM WATSON
A WONDROUS LIKENESS
From The Purple East
S
TILL on Life's loom, the infernal warp and weft
Woven each hour! Still in august renown,
A great realm watching, under God's great frown!
Ever the same! The little children cleft
In twain; the little tender maidens reft
Of maidenhood! And through a little town
A stranger journeying, wrote this record down,
«In all the place there was not one man left. ”
O friend, the sudden lightning of whose pen
Makes Horror's countenance visible afar,
And Desolation's face familiar,
I think this very England of my ken
Is wondrous like that little town, where are
In all the streets and houses no more men.
STARVING ARMENIA
From “The Purple East)
0
PEN your hearts, ye clothed from head to feet,
Ye housed and whole who listen to the cry
Of them that not yet slain and mangled lie,
Only despoiled of all that made life sweet,–
Only left bare to snow and wind and sleet,
And roofless to the inhospitable sky:
Give them of your abundance, lest they die,
And famine make this mighty woe complete;
And lest if truly, as your creed aver,
A day of reckoning come, it be your lot
To hear the voice of the uprisen dead:
“We were the naked whom ye covered not,
The sick to whom ye did not minister,
And the anhungered whom ye gave not bread. ”
1
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WILLIAM WATSON
15711
FROM THE TOMB OF BURNS)
Copyright 1895, by Stone & Kimball
N"
of ours to gauge the more or less,
The will's defect, the blood's excess,
The earthy humors that oppress
The radiant mind.
His greatness, not his littleness,
Concerns mankind.
A dreamer of the common dreams,
A fisher in familiar streams,
He chased the transitory gleams
That all pursue;
But on his lips the eternal themes
Again were new.
With shattering ire or withering mirth
He smote each worthless claim to worth;
The barren fig-tree cumbering earth
He would not spare ;
Through ancient lies of proudest birth
He drove his share.
To him the Powers that formed him brave,
Yet weak to breast the fatal wave,
A mighty gift of Hatred gave,-
A gift above
All other gifts benefic, save
The gift of Love.
He saw 'tis meet that Man possess
The will to curse as well as bless,
To pity — and be pitiless,
To make, and mar;
The fierceness that from tenderness
Is never far.
And so his fierce and tender strain
Lives, and his idlest words remain
To flout oblivion, that in vain
Strives to destroy
One lightest record of his pain
Or of his joy.
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15712
WILLIAM WATSON
THE FATHER OF THE FOREST
Copyright 1895, by Stone & Kimball. Reprinted by permission of John Lane,
publisher
I
O
LD emperor Yew, fantastic sire,
Girt with thy guard of dotard kings,
What ages hast thou seen retire
Into the dusk of alien things ?
What mighty news hath stormed thy shade,
Of armies perished, realms unmade ?
Already wast thou great and wise,
And solemn with exceeding eld,
On that proud morn when England's eyes,
Wet with tempestuous joy, beheld
Round her rough coasts the thundering main
Strewn with the ruined dream of Spain.
Hardly thou count'st them long ago,
The warring faiths, the wavering land,
The sanguine sky's delirious glow,
And Cranmer's scorched, uplifted hand.
Wailed not the woods their task of shame,
Doomed to provide the insensate flame ?
Mourned not the rumoring winds, when she -
The sweet queen of a tragic hour -
Crowned with her snow-white memory
The crimson legend of the Tower ?
Or when a thousand witcheries lay
Felled with one stroke, at Fotheringay ?
Ah, thou hast heard the iron tread
And clang of many an armored age,
And well recall'st the famous dead :
Captains or counselors, brave or sage,
Kings that on kings their myriads hurled,
Ladies whose smile embroiled the world.
Rememberest thou the perfect knight,
The soldier, courtier, bard, in one,-
Sidney, that pensive Hesper-light
O'er Chivalry's departed sun ?
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WILLIAM WATSON
15713
Knew'st thou the virtue, sweetness, lore,
Whose nobly hapless name was More ?
The roystering prince, that afterward
Belied his madcap youth, and proved
A greatly simple warrior lord,
Such as our warrior fathers loved -
Lives he not still ? for Shakespeare sings
The last of our adventurer kings.
His battles o'er, he takes his ease;
Glory put by, and sceptred toil.
Round him the carven centuries
Like forest branches arch and coil.
In that dim fame, he is not sure
Who lost or won at Azincour!
Roofed by the mother minster vast
That guards Augustine's rugged throne,
The darling of a knightly Past
Sleeps in his bed of sculptured stone,
And Alings, o'er many a warlike tale,
The shadow of his dusky mail.
The monarch who, albeit his crown
Graced an august and sapient head,
Rode rough-shod to a stained renown
O'er Wallace and Llewellyn dead,
And perished in a hostile land,
With restless heart and ruthless hand;
Or that disastrous king, on whom
Fate, like a tempest, early fell,
And the dark secret of whose doom
The Keep of Pomfret kept full well;
Or him that with half-careless words
On Becket drew the dastard swords;
Or Eleanor's undaunted son,
That, starred with idle glory, came
Bearing from leaguered Ascalon
The barren splendor of his fame,
And, vanquished by an unknown bow,
Lies vainly great at Fontevraud;
Or him, the footprints of whose power
Made mightier whom he overthrew,-
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15714
WILLIAM WATSON
A man built like a mountain-tower,
A fortress of heroic thew,-
The Conquerer, in our soil who set
This stem of Kinghood flowering yet:
These, or the living fame of these,
Perhaps thou minglest — who shall say ? -
With thrice remoter memories,
And phantoms of the mistier day
Long ere the tanner's daughter's son
From Harold's hands this realm had won.
What years are thine, not mine to guess!
The stars look youthful, thou being by;
Youthful the sun's glad-heartedness;
Witless of time the unaging sky,
And these dim-groping roots around
So deep a human Past are wound,
That, musing in thy shade, for me
The tidings scarce would strangely fall
Of fair-haired despots of the sea
Scaling our eastern island-wall,
From their long ships of norland pine,
Their “surf-deer ” driven o'er wilds of brine.
Nay, hid by thee from Summer's gaze
That seeks in vain this couch of loam,
I should behold, without amaze,
Camped on yon down the hosts of Rome;
Nor start though English woodlands heard
The selfsame mandatory word
As by the cataracts of the Nile
Marshaled the legions long ago,
Or where the lakes are one blue smile
'Neath pageants of Helvetian snow,
Or 'mid the Syrian sands that lie
Sick of the Day's great tearless eye,
Or on barbaric plains afar,
Where, under Asia's fevering ray,
The long lines of imperial war
O’er Tigris passed, and with dismay
In fanged and iron deserts found
Embattled Persia closing round,
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WILLIAM WATSON
15715
And 'mid their eagles watched on high
The vultures gathering for a feast,
Till, from the quivers of the sky,
The gorgeous star-flight of the East
Flamed, and the bow of darkness bent
O'er Julian dying in his tent.
II
Was it the wind befooling me
With ancient echoes, as I lay?
Was it the antic fantasy
Whose elvish mockeries cheat the day?
Surely a hollow murmur stole
From wizard bough and ghostly bole!
!
“Who prates to me of arms and kings,
Here in these courts of old repose ?
Thy babble is of transient things,
Broils, and the dust of foolish blows.
Thy sounding annals are at best
The witness of a world's unrest.
“Goodly the ostents are to thee,
And pomps of Time: to me more sweet
The vigils of Eternity,
And Silence patient at my feet;
And dreams beyond the deadening range
And dull monotonies of Change.
« Often an air comes idling by
With news of cities and of men;
I hear a multitudinous sigh
And lapse into my soul again.
Shall her great noons and sunsets be
Blurred with thine infelicity ?
“Now from these veins the strength of old,
The warmth and lust of life, depart:
Full of mortality, behold
The cavern that was once my heart !
Me, with blind arm, in season due,
Let the aerial woodman hew.
“For not though mightiest mortals fall,
The starry chariot hangs delayed;
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15716
WILLIAM WATSON
His axle is uncooled, nor shall
The thunder of His wheels be stayed.
A changeless pace His coursers keep,
And halt not at the wells of sleep.
« The South shall bless, the East shall blight,
The red rose of the dawn shall blow;
The million-lilied stream of night
Wide in ethereal meadows flow;
And autumn mourn, and everything
Dance with the wild pipe of the spring.
«With oceans heedless round her feet,
And the indifferent heavens above,
Earth shall the ancient tale repeat
Of wars and tears, and death and love;
And wise from all the foolish past,
Shall peradventure hail at last
« The advent of that morn divine
When nations may as forests grow,
Wherein the oak hates not the pine,
Nor beeches wish the cedars woe,
But all, in their unlikeness, blend
Confederate to one golden end, -
!
“Beauty: the Vision whereunto
In joy, with pantings, from afar,
Th ugh sound and odor, form and hue,
And mind and clay, and worm and star,-
Now touching goal, now backward hurled, -
Toils the indomitable world. ”
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ISAAC WATTS
(1674-1748)
N his essay on psalmody, Isaac Watts makes this apology for
possible shortcomings in the hymns of his composition:-
-
“It was hard to restrain my verse always within the bounds of my design;
it was hard to sink every line to the level of a whole congregation, and yet
to keep it above contempt. However, among so great a number of songs, I
hope there will be some found that speak the very language and desires and
sense of the meanest souls. ”
The desire here expressed has been ful-
filled in larger measure than the author,
perhaps, ever dreamed. His hymns have
been so absorbed into the popular con-
sciousness that they are in the widest sense
national; they have ceased to be his, in
becoming the common property of genera-
tion after generation of English-speaking
Christians. They are written, moreover, in
the tongue of the soul, so they belong to
no sect or division of the churches.
Isaac Watts was born in 1674, in South-
ISAAC WATTS
ampton, England, where his father, a Dis-
senter, kept a boarding-school. Both his parents were of a primitive
and fervid piety. The boy was reared in an atmosphere of mental
and moral sincerity. It is recorded that he began the study of the
classics at the age of five years; being ever more devoted to books
than to childish pleasures. On account of his nonconformity he could
not enter either of the universities; but in his sixteenth year he
went to London to pursue his studies in an academy there kept
by the Rev. Thomas Rowe, minister of the Independent Meeting at
Haberdashers' Hall. He became tutor afterwards in the family of
Sir John Hartopp, at Stoke Newington, in the mean time carrying
on his studies in preparation for the ministry. In his twenty-fourth
year he was chosen assistant to Dr. Chauncy, pastor of an Independ-
ent church in Mark Lane, London, Two years later he became sole
pastor; but the state of his health soon made the appointment of an
assistant necessary.
Dr. Watts had undermined his strength in early
boyhood by too great devotion to study; he was never to regain it.
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ISAAC WATTS
In 1712 he took up his residence with Sir Thomas Abney of Abney
Park; preaching but seldom, and devoting himself to the writing of
theological treatises. He died in 1748.
In 1706 appeared the “Horæ Lyricæ,' or the lyric poems sacred to
devotion and piety. The next year a collection of hymns was pub-
lished. In 1719 appeared the Psalms of David rendered into verse,
and in 1720 the widely known and loved Divine and Moral Songs for
Children. These various collections of devotional and moral verse
embrace the finest work of Watts. His prose writings, including the
treatises on theology and the books designed for educational purposes,
fill eight volumes; but in no case do they rise above the level of
mediocrity.
The genius of Isaac Watts was a genius for worship; especially of
that elemental Christian worship which, as in the days of the early
church, centred itself about the personality of Jesus Christ, feeling
the power of that personality rather than defining it. The temper of
Watts himself was less in accord with the stern puritanic theology of
his day than with the earlier and benigner aspects of Christianity,-
its primitive urbanity and joyousness, its tender love of souls. The
spirit of worship in him found its natural expression in song, in
hymns in which the emphasis is always laid on what is comforting
and simple and hopeful. The greatest of his hymns would not have
been out of place on the lips of the subterranean church of Nero's
day, as the church of to-day can sing them with fitness. Their ab-
stract spirituality is one of their surest claims to endurance.
Dr. Watts's Divine and Moral Songs for Children' are quaint
and loving; most beautiful indeed in their effort to link the life of a
child with the life of God. His works throughout are the works of
a sincere and good man, seeking to translate the unutterable language
of the angelical choirs into the homely speech of the people to
whom he ministered.
OUR GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST
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UR God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home,
Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
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Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
Time like an ever-rolling stream
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
.
JESUS SHALL REIGN WHERE'ER THE SUN
ESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
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For him shall endless prayer be made,
And princes throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our king;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
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ISAAC WATTS
JOY TO THE WORLD, THE LORD IS COME
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Oy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her king;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and flowers, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
THOU WHOM MY SOUL ADMIRES ABOVE
.
.
HOU whom my soul admires above
All earthly joy and earthly love,-
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know
Where do thy sweetest pastures grow?
The
Where is the shadow of that rock
That from the sun defends thy flock ?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
Why should thy bride appear like one
Who turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.
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WELCOME, SWEET DAY OF REST
WE
TELCOME, sweet day of rest
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here may we sit and see him here,
And love and praise and pray.
One day amidst this place
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
COME, HOLY SPIRIT, HEAVENLY DOVE
COM
WOME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers:
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trilling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise:
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers:
Come shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
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THERE IS A LAND OF PURE DELIGHT
THERE
HERE is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But tim'rous mortals start and shrink
To cross the narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
Oh! could we make our doubts remove,-
These gloomy doubts that rise,-
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes;
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood
Could fright us from the shore.
WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS
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THEN I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
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See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
LET DOGS DELIGHT TO BARK AND BITE
From Divine and Moral Songs for Children)
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ET dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature to;
But, children, you should never let
Your angry passions rise:
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.
Let love through all your actions run,
And all your words be mild;
Live like the blessed Virgin's Son,-
That sweet and lovely child.
His soul was gentle as a lamb;
And as his stature grew,
He grew in favor both with man
And God his father, too.
Now, Lord of all, he reigns above;
And from his heavenly throne,
He sees what children dwell in love,
And marks them for his own.
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HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE
From Divine and Moral Songs for Children)
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ow doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour.
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower.
How skillfully she builds her cell;
How neat she spreads her wax,
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed;
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
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DANIEL WEBSTER
(1782-1852)
BY CARL SCHURZ
F THE generation of American statesmen that followed those
of the Revolutionary period, few will live as long in the
memory of the people, and none as long in the literature of
the country, as Daniel Webster. His figure rises above the level of
his time like a monument of colossal proportions. He was a child
of the War of Independence, born in 1782. His father, a Puritan of
stern and sterling character, had, as a backwoods farmer in New
Hampshire, been an Indian fighter while New England had an Indian
frontier, a soldier in the French war, and a captain in the Revolution-
ary army. His high standing among his neighbors made him a judge
of the local court. Ambitious for his children, he strained his scanty
means to the utmost to give his son the best education within reach,
first at Exeter Academy, then at Dartmouth College.
