Orpheus

in such cool peace that even thy lyre awakes Hardly a soul that tenderer music makes. Yet we arise and listen for our own sweet sakes. THE LIVING CREATURES OF THE EARTH The heavy hand is held, And the whips leave weary blows. The mysteries of eld | Are cancelled and expelled, And the miserable throes. All we are shapen fair In many forms of grace, But change is everywhere, And time is all our share And all the ways of space. One lives an hour of day ; One even man’s life exceeds ; One loves to chase and slay ; One loves to sing and play ; Each soul to his own deeds! A share of joy is ours, A double share of grief ; So sum the many hours In many hopes and powers, All powers except the chief. 68