He Has Wrought

Love of thought
That leads to action
He has wrought
For his great passion.

Now his hands
Have shaped her body,
Trimmed her eyes
That look out cool-y.

Lips and chin—
He’s made them firmly;
Smallish breasts
En-rounded lovely.

Glad she stands,
Yet almost scorning
Wind and sea
That shout, “Good morning!”

Hair flies back,
Relaxed her shoulders;
Gleams a dream
Midst cliff-top boulders.

He is done—
Goddess laughing
Fifty feet
O’er sea-waves crashing.

He is done;
His model, finished,
Stands supremely
Undiminished.

Eyes of her
Meet his eyes glowing;
Thoughts of his
For her are growing.

Wisdom has
No more to teach them;
Three are one
When pride completes them.

On the cliff
The sun strikes slavish;
Goddess gold
Makes Beauty greatest.

Sailors stand
On ships, admiring;
Sculptor’s hands
Not through desiring.

Love of thought
That ends in action
He has wrought
For his great passion.

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Man’s Life

Man’s life is a vision made real
By volition of he
Who loves the facts of reality
And guides his actions
To a self-serving goal
That orders his living
And keeps him whole.
He judges it good
When he’s passed the test
Of done what he should
With his effort best,
And on he goes and will not stop,
His every step another top
To a clearer height
Of a work done well,
Strengthening his spirit
And hard’ning his will
For the onward vision
That is in him still
That sets off joy
In explosions mild,
A-lighting his face
With eyes of that child
Which seek and find
What’s undefiled
In a universe made
For his questing thirst
That is unafraid
To be there first.

As he will end,
So he began—
Each thing his friend,
Himself a man.

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Man Is Awesome

Man-on-earth Day,
Can-do Worth Day,
Happy Birthday
Human Race!

Not just this day,
Not just that day,
For it’s each day
That we face!

Face with work-life,
Face with drive-life,
Keep alive life
Making things!

Things of highways,
Things of fly-ways,
Newest try-ways—
Mental springs!

Man is awesome,
Reason’s awesome,
Awesome thinkers—
Heroes whole!

True creation
Manhood’s station,
Mind’s elation
Is his soul!

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With Open Eyes

When they say at the beginning
That the odds are all against you,
Only fools would dream of winning
And your enemies will beat you,
Hold a mirror to their faces,
Let them look real hard, and pass,
Huddling back to caves of safety,—
For the foe is in the glass.

When one comes to you with pity,
And attempts to comfort give,
And bewails the state of nature,
That injustice should so live,
Let him look into a mirror,
Let him quail and duck, and pass,
From the quitter who is blinking
At his foe within the glass.

Turn the mirror to yourself then,
Speak with pride to one man true
Who’s decided you are winning
Every second you are you:
“I don’t seek a consolation,
I have aim on highest prize,
And with fearless consecration
I take all with open eyes.”

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LeChevalier! (Concerning Robert LeChevalier’s successful fight with brain cancer)

Though much within this world displeases,
And freedom’s all but lost and gone,
The mind will beat the brain’s diseases,
And LeChevalier’s going on!

Robb’s Monica has manned the fortress,
Sees sharp with steely eyes the foe,
Who shrinks into his own self-worthless—
Ghost to God and toast to go.

Laughing science gives full measure,
Cup of joy is logic’s brew.
LeChevaliers we do treasure;
Praise we now their name anew!

LeChevalier! “Do it my way!”
Take the high way! Live for love!
LeChevalier! Chainless valley!
Mind and future tailed dove!

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Silent Bells

She enters, says no word and sees no thing,
But to her desk she goes and starts to write.
I’ll not disturb her, and so I do not sing,
And this goes on all day and into night.
I rise, get up and fill my coffee cup;
Return, sit down and read my book again,
While she keeps calmly moving her bright pen.
At last she stands, walks off as in a trance,
Absorbed within the world of her romance.
I’ll not disturb her, and so I do not sing,
Though giant silent bells in me do ring.

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If You Would Live…

If you would live with me, my dear,
Then I would live with you,
And all past yearnings disappear
Within our love so true.

The space between would be not seen,
Thick time would thinner grow,
And reach of hand would touch a hand
While kisses overflow.

If you would wake with me, my dear,
Or dream as I do dress,
I’d look upon your face of cheer
In full-wake happiness.

And then I’d bring you coffee, strong,
And chocolate donuts, too,
And when you rose I’d wing a song
Of all things bright and new.

If you would walk with me, my dear,
Then I would walk with life,
And every bird would cheep more clear
For me and my sweet wife.

The forest trees our brows would shade,
The shafts of sun seem gold,
As in and out we ripples made
A-swinging free and bold.

If you would rest on me, my love,
Then I would rest on you,
Till all un-rest would be the best
That loving ever knew!

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