Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE MYSTIC. When, wild and spent, I fly before Some steadfast Fate, serene, malign, Let me not think—Lord, I implore— Those dark and awful eyes are thine! Oh, when the dogs of life are loose, And, raging, follow on my track, Let me not dream, by chance or use, The leash was thine that held the pack! Nay—hunted, breathless, faint and prone, With my last gaze, ah, let me see The shape I know, nor shall disown, Thy shape, oh God, that runs with me! GOD, THE COMPLEMENT. ("Nor does being weary imply that there is any place to rest.") Yea, by your wants bestead, You come Myself to know; For if I be not bread, Why hunger so? And if not water I, Your fountain last and first, Why should your earth be dry? Why should you thirst? Have you not read desire? Do you not know your quest? Spirit, why should you tire Were I not rest? WORK. Mine is the shape forever set between The thought and form, the vision and the deed; The hidden light, the glory all unseen, I bring to mortal senses, mortal need. Who loves me not, my sorrowing slave is he, Bent with the burden, knowing oft the rod; But he who loves me shall my master be, And use me with the joyance of a god. Man's lord or servant, still I am his friend; Desire for me is simple as his breath; Yea, waiting, old and patient, for the end, He prays that he may find me after death! MICHAEL ANGELO'S "DAWN." Dawn—midnight—noonday? What are times to thee? Man's Grief art thou, that meanest with the light, And starest dumb at evening—and at night Dost wake and dream and slumber fitfully! Thou art Distress—that cannot cry aloud, That cannot weep, that cannot stoop to tear One fold of all her garment, but with air Supremely brooding waits the final shroud!...