Part 12 (2/2)

Then fros low, Then louder croaked soainst the east, God's rose of ainst that east, A ghostly ed arms above the wood It rose, a God-forsaken beast

It see it seerave,-- To wave and wave its old grave-clothes

Close by, a cow rose up and lowed Fro-shed

A black boy on the river road Fled sudden, as the night had fled:

A nude black boy, a bit of night That had been broken off and lost Fro river in its flight:

A bit of darkness, following The sable night on sable wing,-- A bit of darkness stilled with fear, Because that na out; Then steahed; Then smoke from hamlets round about Crept out, as if no more afraid

Then shrill cocks here, and shrill cocks there, Stretched glossy necks and filled the air

Howwell awake!

Then reen, old boughs in gray,-- These birds had very much to say In their soft, sweet, faot the church, forgot the tomb; And yet like monks with cross and bead The rance of the sod!

And oh the perfume of the air!

The sweetness, sweetness everywhere, That rose like incense up to God!

I like a cow's breath in sweet spring, I like the breath of babes new-born; A ,-- But oh the breath of sudden morn!

Of suddenfast With life, and life see o'er With love, with love too sweet to last:

Of sudden ray, That for a space forgets to run, And hides his face as if to pray

XI

The black-eyed Creole kept his eyes Turned to the door, as eyes ht turn To see the holy embers burn Some sin away at sacrifice

Full dawn! but yet he knew no dawn, Nor song of bird, nor bird on wing, Nor breath of rose, nor anything Her fair face lifted not upon

And yet he taller stood with ainst that fastened door, His proud lips lifting up with scorn,--

With lofty, silent scorn for one Who all night long had plead and plead, With none to witness but the dead How he for gold old, And barter truth, and trade sweet youth For cold hard gold, behold, behold!

Behold this man! behold this truth!

Why, what is there in all God's plan Of vast creation, high or low, By sea or land, by sun or snow, So o Their garnered riches, year by year!

The treasures of the trackless snow, Ah, hast thou seen how very dear?

The wide earth gives, gives golden grain, Gives fruits of gold, gives all, gives all!

Hold forth your hand, and these shall fall In your full palm as free as rain