Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
All Is Each, and Each Is All
By William Rounseville Alger (18221905)T
A flying joy, about its flowery base,
Each from the same immediate fountain comes,
And both compose one evanescent race.
The torpid clod he treads beneath his way,
One parent Artist’s skill alike hath wrought,
And they are brothers in their fate to-day.
That’s woven through organic rock and grass,
And that which thrills man’s heart in every line,
As o’er its web God’s weaving fingers pass.
The daring star that tints the solemn dome,
From one propulsive force to being reeled;
Both keep one law and have a single home.
The bird and stone, the shepherds and their flocks,
Are all of one primeval substance made,—
A single key their common secret locks.
Besides whose abstract Being nothing is;
Each mind, each point of dust, is God complete:—
Who knows but this, the magic key is his!