Part 12 (1/2)

This stanza is a detraction froht to drop it Concerning the fifth stanza, Mr

Burroughs says he has never liked it, and has often substituted one which he wrote a few years ago The stanza he would reject is--

The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights; So flows the good with equal law Unto the soul of pure delights

The one he would offer instead--

The law of love binds every heart, And knits it to its ut apart From souls our secret souls would win

And yet he is not satisfied with this; he says it is too subtle and lacks the large, siion who cherish this poem in their hearts are justly incensed whenever they coo, had the effrontery to add this inane stanza:--

Serene I fold uideshs's friends (Joel Benton), hi the vicissitudes of this poenation at the ”impudence and hardihood of the unate” stanza, and adds:--

The lyric as Burroughs wrote it embodies a motive, or concept, that has scarcely been surpassed for a and impressive point Its partly elusive outlines add to its charm Its balance between hint and affirmation; its faith in universal forces, and its tender yet virile expression, are all shi+ning qualities, apparent to the critical, and hypnotic to the general, reader There is nothing in it that need even stop at ”heaven's gate” It perh that portal--without waiting outside to parade his sect mark But the force of the poem and catholicity of its sanctions are either utterly destroyed or ridiculously enfeebled, by capping it with a sectarian and narrowly interpreted clih the poem is so well known, I shall quote it here in the form preferred by its author;--

WAITING

Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no ainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to me

I stay er pace?

I stand amid th' eternal ways, And what is ht or day, The friends I seek are seeking e the tide of destiny

Whatyears; My heart shall reap where it hath sown, And garner up its fruit of tears