If winds of question blow from out
The large sea-caverns of thy notes,
They do but clear each cloud of doubt
That round a high-path'd purpose floats.
As: why one blind by nature's act
Still feels no law in mercy bend,
No pitfall from his feet retract,
No storm cry out, _Take shelter, friend!_
Or, Can the truth be best for them
That have not stomachs for its strength?
Or, Will the sap in Culture's stem
E'er reach life's furthest fibre-length?
How to know all, save knowingness;
To grasp, yet loosen, feeling's rein;
To sink no manhood in success;
To look with pleasure upon pain;
How, teased by small mixt social claims,
To lose no large simplicity;
How through all clear-seen crimes and shames
To move with manly purity;
How, justly, yet with loving eyes,
Pure art from cleverness to part;
To know the Clever good and wise,
Yet haunt the lonesome heights of Art.
O Psalmist of the weak, the strong,
O Troubadour of love and strife,
Co-Litanist of right and wrong,
Sole Hymner of the whole of life,
I know not how, I care not why,
Thy music brings this broil at ease,
And melts my passion's mortal cry
In satisfying symphonies.
Yea, it forgives me all my sins,
Fits Life to Love like rhyme to rhyme,
And tunes the task each day begins
By the last trumpet-note of Time.
SIDNEY LANIER.
THE DRAMATIC CANONS.
At intervals of varying length, the journals of the Anglo-Saxon races
are given to discussing the question whether the present age be one of
decadence or progress in dramatic art. Most readers of "The Galaxy" have
seen some phases of this discussion, which starts up afresh after the
arrival of every noted foreign actor or the production of a new play. It
is at present confined to the English-speaking nations, and prevails
more in America than England just now.
In France there is no lively interest in the theme. The French dramatic
authors seem to be pretty well satisfied themselves, and to satisfy
their audiences; their best claim to success being found in the fact
that English and American dramatic authors of the present day almost
invariably pilfer from them.
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