[All rights reserved]

Published 1910

Reprinted 1911, 1912, 1913, 1915, 1916, 1917

Any edition of my poems published in England by any firm except Messrs. Gay and Hancock is pirated and not authentic.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.

April 12, 1910.

CONTENTS

PAGE
The Empty Bowl [1]
Keep Going [2]
A Prayer [4]
The London ‘Bobby’ [5]
Read at the Benefit of Clara Morris [7]
Two Ghosts [10]
Woman [13]
Battle Hymn of the Women [17]
Memories [19]
See? [21]
The Purpose [23]
The White Man [24]
A Moorish Maid [26]
Lincoln [28]
I know not [29]
Interlude [30]
Resurrection [31]
The Voices of the City [32]
If Christ came Questioning [36]
England, Awake! [38]
Be not attached [39]
An Episode [41]
The Voice of the Voiceless [43]
Time’s Defeat [47]
The Hymn of the Republic [49]
The Radiant Christ [53]
At Bay [56]
The Birth of Jealousy [58]
Summer’s Farewell [61]
The Goal [63]
Christ Crucified [65]
The Trip to Mars [69]
Fiction and Fact [71]
Progress [72]
How the White Rose Came [73]
I look to Science [75]
Appreciation [77]
The Awakening [78]
Most blest is he [80]
Nirvana [82]
Life [84]
Two men [86]
Only be still [88]
Pardoned Out [89]
The Tides [91]
Progression [94]
Acquaintance [95]
Attainment [96]
The tower-room [97]
Father [99]
The new Hawaiian girl [101]

THE EMPTY BOWL

I held the golden vessel of my soul
And prayed that God would fill it from on high.
Day after day the importuning cry
Grew stronger—grew, a heaven-accusing dole
Because no sacred waters laved my bowl.
‘So full the fountain, Lord, wouldst Thou deny
The little needed for a soul’s supply?
I ask but this small portion of Thy whole.’
Then from the vast invisible Somewhere,
A voice, as one love-authorised by Him,
Spake, and the tumult of my heart was stilled.
‘Who wants the waters must the bowl prepare;
Pour out the self, that chokes it to the brim,
But emptied vessels, from the source are filled.’