These are yours; Take them-- But I tell you In places you know not of, We, the free spirits, the livers, Guests at the wedding feast of life, Drinkers of the wine made by Jesus, Worshipers of fire and of God, Who made the grape, And filled the veins of His legitimate children With ethereal flame-- We the lovers of life in unknown places Shall taste of ancient wine, And put flowers in golden vases, And open precious books of song, And look upon dreaming Buddhas, And marble masks of genius. We shall hear the sound of stringed instruments, Voicing the dreams of great spirits. We shall know the rapture of kisses And long embraces, And the sting of folly. We shall entwine our arms in voluptuous sleep, And in the misery of your denials And your cowardice and your fears You shall not even dream that we exist. Unintelligible weeds! We, the blossoms of life's garden, Flourish on the hills of variable winds-- We perish, but you never live. PALLAS ATHENE Athene! Virgin! Goddess! Queen! descend, Come to us and befriend. Set up your shrine among us and defend Our realm against corruptions which impend. * * * * * Divinity of order and of law, Most powerful and wise, Our land reclaim. Patron of the assemblies of the free, Our cities shame! Dethrone our bastard Demos, partisans Of Moody, Campbell, all the Wesleyans. Come down with awe, Enceladus and Pallas strike, who rise Against your father and his hierarchy. Smite the giants Superstition, Force, Fanaticism, Ignorance and Faith In village gods, and bury them beneath Volcanic mountains. Yoke them to the course And labor of your wisdom. Fling your shield, Medusa faced, before the brows of clay, Who rule our clattering day; Flash it before their brows and make Stones for the pavement of the way Whereon you drive your chariot, golden-wheeled. Descend, O Goddess, for the memory's sake And for the hope's sake of your son, Franklin, your herald, Washington, Who dreamed to make perpetual Our Parthenon, column, court and hall. And save it from the donjon, minaret, The cross, the spire, the vane, the parapet! * * * * *