There is a Hand that bends our deeds To mightier issues than we planned; Each son that triumphs, each that bleeds, My country, serves It’s dark command. I do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great. LOVE IN THE WINDS When I am standing on a mountain crest, Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray, My love of you leaps foaming in my breast, Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their foray. My heart bounds with the horses of the sea And plunges in the wild ride of the night, Flaunts in the teeth of tempest the large glee That rides out Fate and welcomes gods to fight. Ho, love, I laugh aloud for love of you, Glad that our love is fellow to rough weather,— No fretful orchid hothoused from the dew, But hale and hardy as the highland heather, Rejoicing in the wind that stings and thrills, Comrade of ocean, playmate of the hills. A STEIN SONG (From “_Spring_”) Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime For a life that knows no fear! Turn night-time into daytime With the sunlight of good cheer! For it’s always fair weather When good fellows get together, With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear. When the wind comes up from Cuba, And the birds are on the wing, And our hearts are patting juba To the banjo of the spring, Then it’s no wonder whether The boys will get together, With a stein on the table and a cheer for everything. For we’re all frank-and-twenty When the spring is in the air; And we’ve faith and hope a-plenty, And we’ve life and love to spare: And it’s birds of a feather When we all get together, With a stein on the table and a heart without a care. For we know the world is glorious, And the goal a golden thing, And that God is not censorious When his children have their fling; And life slips its tether When the boys get together, With a stein on the table in the fellowship of spring. _Madison Cawein_