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Poems. Nicholson, Meredith, 1866–1947 
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POEMS

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POEMS

MEREDITH NICHOLSON

INDIANAPOLIS THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PUBLISHERS

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COPYRIGHT 1906
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
APRIL

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TO JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

  • YOU came when song itself was tame,
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  • Though many strove with idle aim
    2
  • Like moths about the sacred flame
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  • On ignorant wing;
    4
  • You scorned, in beaten trails of fame,
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  • To walk and sing.
    6
  • You borrowed not Apollo's sign
    1
  • Affixed to many a lifeless line;
    2
  • You sought not the dim shadowy Nine
    3
  • Obscure, remote:
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  • You wove the human and divine
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  • In one clear note!
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  • You would not strive with them that deign
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  • To seek on chaff-strewn floors for grain,
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  • And even for trampled husks are fain,
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  • But, in the field,
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  • You strove with infinite care to gain
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  • Life's golden yield.
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  • You sought no high and strenuous key
    1
  • To mark your new blithe minstrelsy,
    2
  • Invoked no shrine on bended knee,
    3
  • In Greece or Rome,
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  • But, all ungyved, your spirit free
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  • Sang most of home!
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  • In the lone farm-house you laid bare
    1
  • The drama of its toil and care,
    2
  • But making love triumphant there
    3
  • Rise strong and sweet,
    4
  • Like herbs that scent the summer air,
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  • Bruised 'neath our feet.
    6
  • 'Twas your voice sang the yet unsung
    1
  • Faith of a people brave and young
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  • To whose rude speech a wild tang clung,
    3
  • Of clean earth born,
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  • The variant Saxon of our tongue
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  • You did not scorn!
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  • You heard, in dewy haunts of spring,
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  • The treble note of childhood ring,
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  • The homing stroke you taught its wing
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  • That you, again,
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  • Might woo that vagrant note and sing
    5
  • Once more its strain.
    6
  • Not mine the right to sing your praise
    1
  • Nor twine for you the deathless bays,
    2
  • But mine to walk in lighted ways
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  • Lured by your rhyme,
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  • Glad for the faith through faithless days
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  • You shield from Time.
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  • And you still hold, as at the start,
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  • That which God set for you apart
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  • Faith, Love and Trust, that in your heart
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  • Keep its song pure,
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  • And the magician gift of art,
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  • And these endure!
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THANKS ARE DUE TO THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY. THE CENTURY MAGAZINE, HARPER'S NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE, AND THE READER FOR PERMISSION TO REPUBLISH CERTAIN POEMS IN THIS VOLUME

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