Verses from the Prose Works NURSERY RHYME Dribble-dribble - trickle-trickle What a lot of raw dust! My dollie's had an accident And out came all the sawdust ! THE TWO POTTERS If I have taken the common clay, In the shape of a god that was digged of a clod, The greater honor to me. If thou hast taken the common clay, And thy bands be not free From the taint of the soil thou hast made thy spoil The greater shame to thee. THE CRASHING CHORUS Youth's daring spirit, manhood's fire, Must he acquire who would aspire VIBART'S MORALITIES There is a tide in the affairs of men, You can not stop the tide; but now and then, Who h'm will hardly thank you for your pains. Cry "Murder!" in the market-place, and each hunted Cain, Some centuries ago, across the world, That bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain To-day. THE MESS ROOM He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse; He purchased raiment and forebore to pay; He stuck a trusting junior with a horse, And won gymkhanas in a doubtful way, Then, 'twixt a vice and folly, turned aside To do good deeds and straight, to cloak them, lied. Verses from the Prose Works SIR HUGHIE AND THE FAIRIES "I have a thousand men," said he, And three upon the Till." "And what care I for your men," said she, "Or towers from Tyne to Till, Sith you must go with me," she said. "To wait upon my will ?" "And you may lead a thousand men, Nor never draw the rein; But ere ye lead the Faery Queen 'T will burst your heart in twain." He has slipped his foot from the stirrup bar, And he is bound by hand and foot THE PALACE OF Art I built myself a lordly pleasure-house, I said: "O Soul, make merry and carouse, THE FIGHT OF HERIOT'S FORD "What's yon that follows at my side?' "The foe that ye must fight, my lord." "That hirples swift as I can ride?” "The shadow of the night, my lord." "Then wheel my horse against the foe!" "He's down and overpast, my lord. Ye war against the sunset glow; The darkness gathers fast, my lord." They burnt a corpse upon the sand- It guided home the plunging boats Spirit of Fire, where 'er Thy altars rise, Thou art Light of Guidance to our eyes! Verses from the Prose Works ENVOY TO SOLDIERS THREE And they were stronger hands than mine That digged the Ruby from the earth More cunning brains that made it worth The large desire of a King; And bolder hearts that through the brine Went down the Perfect Pearl to bring. Lo, I have wrought in common clay Yet is there life in that I make Oh, Thou who knowest, turn and see, As Thou hast power over me, Because I wrought them for Thy sake, Small mirth was in the making. Now I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, My wares ere I go forth to sell. The long bazaar will praise—but Thou- |