A humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Far-called our navies melt away- If, drunk with sight of power, we loose For heathen heart that puts her trust The World is Too Much with Us William Wordsworth For biographical note concerning the author, see "The Daffodils," page 182. This poem embodies a fine revolt against present materialistic standards. Note the changing moods from line to line, and let the voice clearly reveal them. Do not neglect the rhyme. THE World is too much with us; late and soon, We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Waiting John Burroughs John Burroughs was born at Roxbury, N. Y., in 1837. His early life was spent in teaching, journalism, farming, and clerking in the treasury department at Washington. In 1867 he published "Notes on Walt Whitman As Poet and Person," and later resumed the subject with "Whitman, a Study." From 1871 he devoted himself to the writing of a series of books on birds, flowers, and rural scenes, both in prose and verse. Among his well-known works "Wake-Robin," "Birds and Poets," "Birds and Boughs," sketches of travel in England and France, "Winter Sunshine," and "Fresh Fields." He died in 1921. are: This poem has been loved by thousands, who keep it always near them. It has been interpreted in many ways, but holds a message of cheer and comfort for all. Deliver it slowly, with great calm and composure. Guard, however, against making it weak in any Keep the force deep and strong throughout. way. SERENE I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea. I stay my haste, I make delays, I stand amid the eternal ways, Asleep, awake, by night or day The friends I seek are seeking me; What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave comes to the sea; The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights; So flows the good with equal law Unto the soul of pure delights. Reprinted by permission of, and by special arrangement with, Houghton Mifflin Company, the authorized publishers. Thanatopsis William Cullen Bryant William Cullen Bryant was born at Cummington, Mass., in 1794. In his early youth he received but a fragmentary education, but later entered Williams College as a sophomore and studied law. At the age of seventeen he wrote "Thanatopsis," considered by many critics his best work. This was soon followed by "To a Waterfowl." He determined to give up law and follow literature. In New York he became editor of the Evening Post, holding that position until his death in 1878. His wide travels in Europe and the Orient resulted in letters to his paper which were afterwards published in book form as "Letters of a Traveller," 1852, and "Letters from the East," 1869. He wrote several volumes of poetry and issued a translation of Homer's "Odyssey" and "Iliad." Dignity, and sweep of vision, should be preserved in this famous poem. It can be recited, and should be delivered much as a strong, sincere, heart-to-heart sermon would be. The whole poem is solemn, and care should be exercised not to shatter this solemnity. To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, To mix forever with the elements, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain |