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THE LADDER OF ST。 AUGUSTINE



Saint Augustine! well hast thou said;

  That of our vices we can frame

A ladder; if we will but tread

  Beneath our feet each deed of shame!



All common things; each day's events;

  That with the hour begin and end;

Our pleasures and our discontents;

  Are rounds by which we may ascend。



The low desire; the base design;

  That makes another's virtues less;

The revel of the ruddy wine;

  And all occasions of excess;



The longing for ignoble things;

  The strife for triumph more than truth;

The hardening of the heart; that brings

  Irreverence for the dreams of youth;



All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds;

  That have their root in thoughts of ill;

Whatever hinders or impedes

 The action of the nobler will;



All these must first be trampled down

  Beneath our feet; if we would gain

In the bright fields of fair renown

  The right of eminent domain。



We have not wings; we cannot soar;

  But we have feet to scale and climb

By slow degrees; by more and more;

  The cloudy summits of our time。



The mighty pyramids of stone

  That wedge…like cleave the desert airs;

When nearer seen; and better known;

  Are but gigantic flights of stairs。



The distant mountains; that uprear

  Their solid bastions to the skies;

Are crossed by pathways; that appear

  As we to higher levels rise。



The heights by great men reached and kept

  Were not attained by sudden flight;

But they; while their companions slept;

  Were toiling upward in the night。



Standing on what too long we bore

  With shoulders bent and downcast eyes;

We may discernunseen before

  A path to higher destinies。



Nor deem the irrevocable Past;

  As wholly wasted; wholly vain;

If; rising on its wrecks; at last

  To something nobler we attain。







THE PHANTOM SHIP



In Mather's Magnalia Christi;

  Of the old colonial time;

May be found in prose the legend

  That is here set down in rhyme。



A ship sailed from New Haven;

  And the keen and frosty airs;

That filled her sails at parting;

  Were heavy with good men's prayers。



〃O Lord! if it be thy pleasure〃

  Thus prayed the old divine

〃To bury our friends in the ocean;

  Take them; for they are thine!〃



But Master Lamberton muttered;

  And under his breath said he;

〃This ship is so crank and walty

  I fear our grave she will be!〃



And the ships that came from England;

  When the winter months were gone;

Brought no tidings of this vessel

  Nor of Master Lamberton。



This put the people to praying

  That the Lord would let them hear

What in his greater wisdom

He had done with friends so dear。



And at last their prayers were answered:

  It was in the month of June;

An hour before the sunset

  Of a windy afternoon;



When; steadily steering landward;

  A ship was seen below;

And they knew it was Lamberton; Master;

  Who sailed so long ago。



On she came; with a cloud of canvas;

  Right against the wind that blew;

Until the eye could distinguish

  The faces of the crew。



Then fell her straining topmasts;

  Hanging tangled in the shrouds;

And her sails were loosened and lifted;

  And blown away like clouds。



And the masts; with all their rigging;

  Fell slowly; one by one;

And the hulk dilated and vanished;

  As a sea…mist in the sun!



And the people who saw this marvel

  Each said unto his friend;

That this was the mould of their vessel;

  And thus her tragic end。



And the pastor of the village

  Gave thanks to God in prayer;

That; to quiet their troubled spirits;

  He had sent this Ship of Air。







THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS



A mist was driving down the British Channel;

    The day was just begun;

And through the window…panes; on floor and panel;

    Streamed the red autumn sun。



It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon;

    And the white sails of ships;

And; from the frowning rampart; the black cannon

    Hailed it with feverish lips。



Sandwich and Romney; Hastings; Hithe; and Dover

    Were all alert that day;

To see the French war…steamers speeding over;

    When the fog cleared away。



Sullen and silent; and like couchant lions;

    Their cannon; through the night;

Holding their breath; had watched; in grim defiance;

    The sea…coast opposite。



And now they roared at drum…beat from their stations

    On every citadel;

Each answering each; with morning salutations;

    That all was well。



And down the coast; all taking up the burden;

    Replied the distant forts;

As if to summon from his sleep the Warden

    And Lord of the Cinque Ports。



Him shall no sunshine from the fields of azure;

    No drum…beat from the wall;

No morning gun from the black fort's embrasure;

    Awaken with its call!



No more; surveying with an eye impartial

    The long line of the coast;

Shall the gaunt figure of the old Field Marshal

    Be seen upon his post!



For in the night; unseen; a single warrior;

    In sombre harness mailed;

Dreaded of man; and surnamed the Destroyer;

    The rampart wall has scaled。



He passed into the chamber of the sleeper;

    The dark and silent room;

And as he entered; darker grew; and deeper;

    The silence and the gloom。



He did not pause to parley or dissemble;

    But smote the Warden hoar;

Ah! what a blow! that made all England tremble

    And groan from shore to shore。



Meanwhile; without; the surly cannon waited;

    The sun rose bright o'erhead;

Nothing in Nature's aspect intimated

    That a great man was dead。







HAUNTED HOUSES



All houses wherein men have lived and died

  Are haunted houses。  Through the open doors

The harmless phantoms on their errands glide;

  With feet that make no sound upon the floors。



We meet them at the door…way; on the stair;

  Along the passages they come and go;

Impalpable impressions on the air;

  A sense of something moving to and fro。



There are more guests at table; than the hosts

  Invited; the illuminated hall

Is thronged with quiet; inoffensive ghosts;

  As silent as the pictures on the wall。



The stranger at my fireside cannot see

  The forms I see; nor hear the sounds I hear;

He but perceives what is; while unto me

  All that has been is visible and clear。



We have no title…deeds to house or lands;

  Owners and occupants of earlier dates

From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands;

  And hold in mortmain still their old estates。



The spirit…world around this world of sense

  Floats like an atmosphere; and everywhere

Wafts through these earthly mists and vapors dense

  A vital breath of more ethereal air。



Our little lives are kept in equipoise

  By opposite attractions and desires;

The struggle of the instinct that enjoys;

  And the more noble instinct that aspires。



These perturbations; this perpetual jar

  Of earthly wants and aspirations high;

Come from the influence of an unseen star;

  An undiscovered planet in our sky。



And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud

  Throws o'er the sea a floating bridge of light;

Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd

  Into the realm of mystery and night;



So from the world of spirits there descends

  A bridge of light; connecting it with this;

O'er whose unsteady floor; that sways and bends;

  Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss。







IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE



In the village churchyard she lies;

Dust is in her beautiful eyes;

  No more she breathes; nor feels; nor stirs;

At her feet and at her head

Lies a slave to attend the dead;

  But their dust is white as hers。



Was she a lady of high degree;

So much in love with the vanity

  And foolish pomp of this world of ours?

Or was it Christian charity;

And lowliness and humility;

  The richest and rarest of all dowers?



Who shall tell us?  No one speaks;

No color shoots into those cheeks;

  Either of anger or of pride;

At the rude question we have asked;

Nor will the mystery be unmasked

  By those who are sleeping at her side。



Hereafter?And do you think to look

On the terrible pages of that Book

  To find her failings; faults; and errors?

Ah; you will then have other cares;

In your own short…comings and despairs;

  In your own secret sins and terrors!







THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S…NEST



Once the Emperor Charles of Spain;

  With his swarthy; grave commanders;

I forget in what campaign;

Long besieged; in mud and rain;

  Some old frontier town of Flanders。



Up and down the dreary camp;

  In great boots of Spanish leather;

Striding with a measured tramp;

These Hidalgos; dull and damp;

  Cursed the Frenchmen; cursed the weather。



Thus as to and fro they went;

  Over upland and through hol

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