THE SOUL AND THE SEA
I hear the shouting of th' exultant sea,
Its reel and crash along the shuddering strand;
Through muffling mist the wide reverberant land
In thunderous labour laughs exultantly;
The wrestling wind's tumultuous revelry
Whips into whirling clouds the blanched sea-sand;
The primal powers in grim convulsion grand
Strive, straining agonists, frenzied to be free.
And in the lapses of the roaring gale
I hear the cries of lives that rage and weep,
That sow for ever, and that never reap;
Brave hearts that travail with all hopes that fail
Break with the breakers; with a wandering wail
Flies sorrow with white lips along the deep.
NATIONS ESTRANGED
THE VOICE OF THE MILLIONS
Bound to one triumph, of one travail born,
Doomed to one death, in one brief life we moil;
The pangs that maim us and the powers that spoil
Are common sorrows heired from worlds outworn.
Alike in weakness, time too long hath torn
Our mother, Patience, and our father, Toil.
Brothers in hatred of the fates that foil,
Say not in vain we murmur and we mourn!
O, by the love that lights our mothers' eyes,
By hearth and home, by common hopes and fears,
By all sad sweetness of the human years,
Partings, and meetings, by our infants' cries—
One are we, through the heart's divine allies,
In long allegiance to eternal tears!