按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Here is the passage of his Poem the Young Astronomer read to us。
WIND…CLOUDS AND STAR…DRIFTS。
IV
》From my lone turret as I look around
O'er the green meadows to the ring of blue；
》From slope； from summit； and from half…hid vale
The sky is stabbed with dagger…pointed spires；
Their gilded symbols whirling in the wind；
Their brazen tongues proclaiming to the world；
Here truth is sold； the only genuine ware；
See that it has our trade…mark！
You will buy Poison instead of food across the way；
The lies of 〃this or that； each several name
The standard's blazon and the battle…cry
Of some true…gospel faction； and again
The token of the Beast to all beside。
And grouped round each I see a huddling crowd
Alike in all things save the words they use；
In love； in longing； hate and fear the same。
Whom do we trust and serve？ We speak of one
And bow to many； Athens still would find
The shrines of all she worshipped safe within
Our tall barbarian temples； and the thrones
That crowned Olympus mighty as of old。
The god of music rules the Sabbath choir；
The lyric muse must leave the sacred nine
To help us please the dilettante's ear；
Plutus limps homeward with us； as we leave
The portals of the temple where we knelt
And listened while the god of eloquence
（Hermes of ancient days； but now disguised
In sable vestments） with that other god
Somnus； the son of Erebus and Nog；
Fights in unequal contest for our souls；
The dreadful sovereign of the under world
Still shakes his sceptre at us； and we hear
The baying of the triple…throated hound；
Eros…is young as ever； and as fair
The lovely Goddess born of ocean's foam。
These be thy gods； O Israel！ Who is he；
The one ye name and tell us that ye serve；
Whom ye would call me from my lonely tower
To worship with the many…headed throng？
Is it the God that walked in Eden's grove
In the cool hour to seek our guilty sire？
The God who dealt with Abraham as the sons
Of that old patriarch deal with other men？
The jealous God of Moses； one who feels
An image as an insult； and is wroth
With him who made it and his child unborn？
The God who plagued his people for the sin
Of their adulterous king； beloved of him；
The same who offers to a chosen few
The right to praise him in eternal song
While a vast shrieking world of endless woe
Blends its dread chorus with their rapturous hymn？
Is this the God ye mean； or is it he
Who heeds the sparrow's fall； whose loving heart
Is as the pitying father's to his child；
Whose lesson to his children is； 〃Forgive；〃
Whose plea for all； 〃They know not what they do〃
I claim the right of knowing whom I serve；
Else is my service idle； He that asks
My homage asks it from a reasoning soul。
To crawl is not to worship； we have learned
A drill of eyelids； bended neck and knee；
Hanging our prayers on binges； till we ape
The flexures of the many…jointed worm。
Asia has taught her Aliabs and salaams
To the world's children；we have grown to men！
We who have rolled the sphere beneath our feet
To find a virgin forest； as we lay
The beams of our rude temple； first of all
Must frame its doorway high enough for man
To pass unstooping； knowing as we do
That He who shaped us last of living forms
Has long enough been served by creeping things；
Reptiles that left their foot…prints in the sand
Of old sea…margins that have turned to stone；
And men who learned their ritual； we demand
To know him first； then trust him and then love
When we have found him worthy of our love；
Tried by our own poor hearts and not before；
He must be truer than the truest friend；
He must be tenderer than a woman's love；
A father better than the best of sires；
Kinder than she who bore us； though we sin
Oftener than did the brother we are told；
We…poor ill…tempered mortals…must forgive；
Though seven times sinning threescore times and ten。
This is the new world's gospel： Be ye men！
Try well the legends of the children's time；
Ye are the chosen people； God has led
Your steps across the desert of the deep
As now across the desert of the shore；
Mountains are cleft before you as the sea
Before the wandering tribe of Israel's sons；
Still onward rolls the thunderous caravan；
Its coming printed on the western sky；
A cloud by day； by night a pillared flame；
Your prophets are a hundred unto one
Of them of old who cried； 〃Thus saith the Lord〃；
They told of cities that should fall in heaps；
But yours of mightier cities that shall rise
Where yet the lonely fishers spread their nets；
Where hides the fox and hoots the midnight owl；
The tree of knowledge in your garden grows
Not single； but at every humble door；
Its branches lend you their immortal food；
That fills you with the sense of what ye are；
No servants of an altar hewed and carved
》From senseless stone by craft of human hands；
Rabbi； or dervish； Brahmin； bishop； bonze；
But masters of the charm with which they work
To keep your hands from that forbidden tree！
Ye that have tasted that divinest fruit；
Look on this world of yours with opened eyes！
Ye are as gods！ Nay； makers of your gods；
Each day ye break an image in your shrine
And plant a fairer image where it stood
Where is the Moloch of your fathers' creed；
Whose fires of torment burned for span…long babes？
Fit object for a tender mother's love！
Why not ？ It was a bargain duly made
For these same infants through the surety's act
Intrusted with their all for earth and heaven；
By Him who chose their guardian； knowing well
His fitness for the task；this； even this；
Was the true doctrine only yesterday
As thoughts are reckoned；and to…day you hear
In words that sound as if from human tongues
Those monstrous； uncouth horrors of the past
That blot the blue of heaven and shame the earth
As would the saurians of the age of slime；
Awaking from their stony sepulchres
And wallowing hateful in the eye of day！
Four of us listened to these lines as the young man read them；the
Master and myself and our two ladies。 This was the little party we
got up to hear him read。 I do not think much of it was very new to
the Master or myself。 At any rate； he said to me when we were alone；
That is the kind of talk the 〃natural man；〃 as the theologians call
him； is apt to fall into。
I thought it was the Apostle Paul； and not the theologians； that
used the term 〃natural man； I ventured to suggest。
I should like to know where the Apostle Paul learned English？said
the Master； with the look of one who does not mean to be tripped up
if he can help himself。…But at any rate；he continued；the
〃natural man；〃 so called； is worth listening to now and then； for he
didn't make his nature； and the Devil did n't make it； and if the
Almighty made it； I never saw or heard of anything he made that
wasn't worth attending to。
The young man begged the Lady to pardon anything that might sound
harshly in these crude thoughts of his。 He had been taught strange
things； he said； from old theologies； when he was a child； and had
thought his way out of many of his early superstitions。 As for the
Young Girl； our Scheherezade； he said to her that she must have got
dreadfully tired （at which she colore