Art is Nature made by Man
To Man the interpreter of God.
An honest God is the noblest work of man.
Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;
In some wise may come ending to my pain;
It may be yet the Gods will have me glad!
Yet, Love, I would that thee and pain I had!
The three eldest children of Necessity: God, the World and love.
Love is God's essence; Power but his attribute: therefore is his love greater than his power.
Thou canst not pray to God without praying to Love, but mayest pray to Love without praying to God.
Were Love exempt from the militations of Necessity, he were greater than God and the World.
So, lest I be inclined
To render ill for ill,--
Henceforth in me instil,
O God, a sweet good-will
To all mankind.
Wide open and unguarded stand our gates,
Named of the four winds, North, South, East and West;
Portals that lead to an enchanted land...
Here, it is written, Toil shall have its wage
And Honor honor, and the humblest man
Stand level with the highest in the law.
Of such a land have men in dungeons dreamed
And with the vision brightening in their eyes
Gone smiling to the fagot and the sword.
O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well
To leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast
Fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of Fate,
Lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel
Stay those who to thy sacred portals come
To waste the gifts of Freedom.
Ah, yet would God this flesh of mine might be
Where air might wash and long leaves cover me;
Where tides of grass break into foam of flowers,
Or where the wind's feet shine along the sea.
Our way is where God knows
And Love knows where:
We are in Love's hand to-day.
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives forever,
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain
When Time and God give judgment.
I see not a step before me as I tread on another year;
But I 've left the Past in God's keeping,--the Future
His mercy shall clear;
And what looks dark in the distance may brighten as I draw near.
I would rather walk with God in the dark than go alone in the light.
But I believe that God is overhead
And as life is to the living, so death is to the dead.
The people will come to their own at last,--
God is not mocked forever.
Gods fade; but God abides and in man's heart
Speaks with the clear unconquerable cry
Of energies and hopes that can not die.
I saw the lightning's gleaming rod
Reach forth and write upon the sky
The awful autograph of God.
The very clouds have wept and died
And only God is in the sky.
Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free
Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!
Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,
Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won
God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain
And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
It is absurd to suppose, if this is God's world, that men must always be selfish barbarians.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself.
All things change, creeds and philosophies and outward systems--but God remains.