Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Poems of Sentiment: VI. Labor and RestHack and Hew
Bliss Carman (18611929)H
In the earlier earth than now:
One at his right hand, one at his left,
To obey as he taught them how.
But both had the wild, wild heart;
And God’s calm will was their burning will,
And the gist of their toil was art.
They set the sun to ride;
They loosed the girdle and veil of the sea,
The wind and the purple tide.
To beauty and speed outgrew,—
The furious, fumbling hand of Hack,
And the glorying hand of Hew.
And painted him rosy brown;
And God himself blew hard in his eyes:
“Let them burn till they smoulder down!”
“We ’ll rest, for our toil is done.”
But “Nay,” the Master Workman said,
“For your toil is just begun.
Shall serve me anew as man,
Till I compass the dream that is in my heart,
And perfect the vaster plan.”
In the vague white light of dawn,
With God’s calm will for his burning will,
While the mounting day comes on,
Toils with those shadowy two,—
The faltering, restless hand of Hack,
And the tireless hand of Hew.