Shall: I weep if a Poland fall? shall I shriek if a Hungary faQ? n
Or an infant civilization be ruled with rod or with knout?
I have not made the world, and He that made it will guide.
Be mine the philosopher's life in the quiet woodland ways,
Whence if I cannot be gay let a passionless peace be my lot.
Far off from the clamor of liars belied iu the hubbub of lies ;



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From the long-necked geese of the world that are ever hissing;

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BeCBUse their natures are little, and whether be heed it or not,
Where each man walks with his head in a cloud of poisonous flies.
And most of all would I flee from the cruel madness of love,
110 The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill.
Ah Maud, you milk-white fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife.
Your mother is mute in her grave as her iniage in marble above j
Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will,
You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life.
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A voice by the cedar tree,

In the meadow under the Hall !

She is singing an air that is known to me,

A passionate ballad, gallant and gay,

A martial song like a trumpet's call I

Singing alone in the momtug of life,

In the happy morning of hfe and of May,

Singing of men that in battle array,

Ready in heart and ready in hand,

March with banner and bugle and fife

To the death, for their native land.
Maud with her exquisite face.
And wild voice pealing up to the sunny sky.
