George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
Our BirthrightGeorge Shepard Burleigh (18211903)
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Our Birthright is the boundless whole,
Won truth by truth while endless ages roll.
To reach the depth, the breadth, and height
Of the vast wealth that waits our growing sight:
Realities of all that seemed
Best in the best of what we hoped and deemed:
As not the fabled Eden saw,
So large and calm, and full of blissful awe:
Warm as the sun and white as snow,
Through flesh and soul that sweet as lilies grow:
And air shall lay familiar hand,
And weigh the star-dust on creation’s strand;
Of clustered knowledge the red wine,
Which holds the world dissolved and crystalline.
Shall weave her olive with the palm
Of victory, and steep the earth in balm.
To guess what more of wealth sublime
Waits for a conqueror in the depths of time.
Are Doubt and Fear and ancient Fraud,
And grey old Use by whom the world is awed.
Beckon us on, and point the way,
Where earnest seeking never goes astray.
Across the wreck of older creeds,
And crownless gods cast down among the weeds.
Fraud slinks away with breathless Fear,
And grey old Use shrieks in his heedless ear.
As in the temples of the Past
He sets the ark of living Godhood fast;
Libations on their altar-ledge,
Fall shattered down to bite the grunsel’s edge.
Will haunt his walks, and murder toss
On him the boding shadow of her cross.
The thick opacity of clay,
And the cross lift him to the zone of day!
No fate can rob the earnest soul
Of his great birthright in the boundless whole!