MULTUM IN PARVO

Baby-child,

Mystery of mysteries,

Com’st thou from the starry skies

Pleased to don Life’s motley guise

Dark and wild?

Frail and slight,

Hardly uttered of the Womb,

Lov’st thou Sorrow, Want and Gloom

So to exchange for song and bloom

Sin and blight?

Swaddled thus,

What a Wonder may’st thou be

Touched by mystic Destiny,

Oh, trite Possibility

Marvellous!

Drowsy so,

Doth a mighty Spirit brace

Earthy thews anew; to trace

Deeds that mock at Time and Place,

Bond and throe?

Baby-fists,

Shall they clutch the flashing blade,

Touch the use of politic aid,

Tilt with sinew undismayed

In Life’s lists?

Chubby things,

Shall they stretch a loving hand

Unto such on Life’s rough strand

As may never understand

Sheltering wings?

Baby-feet,

Scarce distinguishable forms,

Must they foot amid Life’s storms

Lonely; none to soothe its qualms,

None to weet?

Wearied, sore,

Hardly shall they seek to run

Up the passes where begun

All is strife till strife is done

Evermore?

Baby-face,

Shall it wear the print of Time,

Woven o’er with hoary rime:

Or shall Death in sunnier clime

Pallor trace?

As years wend,

Shall its lineaments tell the sage

Scarred with honourable age,

Ere Life turn its latest page

For the End?

Liquid eyes,

Whence outpeers the wizard soul,

Shall its lustre spell control

Calm, impregnable and whole,

Firm and wise?

Flame and flash

Only when a careless foot

Tramples thro’ Life’s cruel bruit

Heedless, heartless, then to shoot

Hates that slash!

Be it so!

Shall they wizard wonders see

In the wrapt Futurity,

Whither, swathing shackles free,

Time must go?

Aerial ships,

Searching out the vasty blue,

Darting whither to endue

Peace with beauty, Warfare’s new

Scathing whips?

Brotherhood:

Twining men of every race,

Knowing neither high nor base,

Spurning pomp and pride of place,

One of brood?

Howe’er ’tis,

Baby, shun no Duty’s call,

Fear thy God, love peoples all,

Then whatever shall befall,

Thine is bliss!


Lovely child,

Smiling with such heedless eyes,

Com’st thou from the starry skies

So to search Life’s enterprise

Dark and wild?