Ballads and Other Poems: Fourth Edition, RevisedRaymond, George Lansing
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Ballads and Other Poems: Fourth Edition, Revised
Raymond, George Lansing
American poetry -- 19th century; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Poetry
Not the cloud of smoke that gather’d,
Not the dark, sad funeral pall,
Now could dim the boy’s devotion,
With its glory gilding all.
...
Up, thou Warden gray of Honor,
Wheels immortal sweep the sky,
Swing thy gates!—another hero
Love incites to do and die.
OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM.
What has a child that a man has not,
When “of such is the kingdom” on high?
At play in the home, at work in the school,
Oh, what does he care for the soul, or its rule,
Or for aught that hints of the sky?
Ay, what does he serve but his own desires,
Impell’d by a fancy that toils or tires?
His moods flow on like currents in brooks,
Or ruffled or smooth, to answer the crooks.
All things that are sweet or fair to see
He buzzes and bustles about like a bee.
He would work his arms at ball and bow,
Though he never had known it would make them grow.—
What virtue is his?—While a man can doubt
The truth within him, nor show it without,
The child holds fast, unfetter’d by lies,
A faith that he never has dared to despise,
Expression that knows no other control
Than that of the Maker who moves the soul,
A beauty of wisdom that works to obey
A holy, because a natural way;
And that may he have that a man may not.
What has a man that a child has not,
When “of such is the kingdom” on high?
Oh, he has been train’d by the world and the school
To curb his character in by rule
Till the rule of his life is a lie.
A man like that would spurn to find
In God’s designs the quest of his mind.
He crams and drams for an appetite
That nothing on earth can sate or excite.
His words are as dry as the words of a book,—
Your sentence is ready, wherever you look.
His views—he never saw any thing strange:
If he did, some fellow might question his range.
And all of profit he tests by pelf,
And all of manhood measures by self,
Forgets that God rules the world he is at,
And stars himself as its autocrat.
Alas for reason with such a judge!
If ever you whisper or smile or budge—
You may study and ponder and prove and pray—
But he has a sneering, cynical way;
And that may he have that a child has not.
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