Wonderful little, when all is said, Wonderful little our fathers knew. Yet when the sickness was sore in the land, And neither planets nor herbs assuaged, They took their lives in their lancet-hand And, oh, what a wonderful war they waged! Yes, when the crosses were chalked on the doorYes, when the terrible dead-cart rolled, Excellent courage our fathers bore Excellent heart had our fathers of old, If it be certain, as Galen says, And sage Hippocrates holds as much "That those afflicted by doubts and dismays Are mightily helped by a dead man's touch," Then, be good to us, stars above! Then, be good to us, herbs below! Down from your heaven or up from your mould, Send us the hearts of our fathers of old! THE HERITAGE Our Fathers in a wondrous age, And doubted not at all That we, the children of their heart, In later time should play like part A thousand years they steadfast built, The Walls that were a world's despair, The sea-constraining Towers: Yet in their midmost pride they knew, Not all from these their strength they drew, Youth's passion, manhood's fierce intent, They spent, and counted not they spent, At daily sacrifice. Not lambs alone nor purchased doves Or tithe of trader's gold Their lives most dear, their dearer loves, They offered up of old. Refraining e'en from lawful things, In a delightsome land. Then, fretful, murmur not they gave Nor dream that awestruck Time shall save Dear-bought and clear, a thousand year, Our fathers' title runs. Make we likewise their sacrifice, Defrauding not our sons. SONG OF THE FIFTH RIVER When first by Eden Tree, But after this was ordained, (The ancient legends tell), There came dark Israel, For whom no River remained. Then He Whom the Rivers obey Said to him: "Fling on the ground A handful of yellow clay, And a Fifth Great River shall run, Mightier than these Four, In secret the Earth around; And Her secret evermore, Shall be shown to thee and thy Race." So it was said and done. And, deep in the veins of Earth, And, fed by a thousand springs |