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# The man against the sky; a book of poems/The Unforgiven

THE UNFORGIVEN
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could then have lured him anywhere That would have been away from there; And all his wits had lightly striven, Foiled with her voice, and eyes, and hair.
There's nothing in the saints and sages To meet the shafts her glances had, Or such as hers have had for ages To blind a man till he be glad, And humble him till he be mad. The story would have many pages, And would be neither good nor bad.
And, having followed, you would find him Where properly the play begins; But look for no red light behind him— No fumes of many-colored sins, Fanned high by screaming violins. God knows what good it was to blind him, Or whether man or woman wins.
And by the same eternal token, Who knows just how it will all end?— This drama of hard words unspoken, This fireside farce, without a friend Or enemy to comprehend What augurs when two lives are broken, And fear finds nothing left to mend.
He stares in vain for what awaits him, And sees in Love a coin to toss; He smiles, and her cold hush berates him Beneath his hard half of the cross; They wonder why it ever was; And she, the unforgiving, hates him More for her lack than for her loss.
He feeds with pride his indecision, And shrinks from what will not occur, Bequeathing with infirm derision His ashes to the days that were, Before she made him prisoner; And labors to retrieve the vision That he must once have had of her.
He waits, and there awaits an ending, And he knows neither what nor when; But no magicians are attending To make him see as he saw then, And he will never find again The face that once had been the rending Of all his purpose among men.
He blames her not, nor does he chide her, And she has nothing new to say; If he were Bluebeard he could hide her, But that's not written in the play, And there will be no change to-day; Although, to the serene outsider, There still would seem to be a way.
# The World Factbook (1982)/French Polynesia
## FRENCH POLYNESIAFRENCH POLYNESIA

* (See reference map X)

### LANDLAND

About 4,000 km$^2$

### WATERWATER

Limits of territorial waters: 12 nm (fishing 200 nm; exclusive economic zone 200 nm)
Coastline: about 2,525 km

### PEOPLEPEOPLE

Population: 155,000 (July 1982), annual growth rate 2.2%
Nationality: noun—French Polynesian(s); adjective—French Polynesian
Ethnic divisions: 78% Polynesian, 12% Chinese, 6% local French, 4% metropolitan French
Religion: mainly Christian; 55% Protestant, 32% Catholic

### GOVERNMENTGOVERNMENT

Official name: Territory of French Polynesia
Type: overseas territory of France
Capital: Papeete
Political subdivisions: five districts
Legal system: based on French; lower and higher courts
Branches: 33-member Territorial Assembly, popularly elected; 5-member Council of Government, elected by Assembly; popular election of two deputies to National Assembly and one senator to Senate in Paris
Government leader: High Commissioner and President of the Council of Government Paul NOIROT-COSSON, appointed by French Government
Suffrage: universal adult
Elections: every five years, last in May 1977
Political parties and leaders: Le Front Uni, autonomist coalition, Francis Sanford; Tahoeraa Huiraatira, conservative Gaullist, Gaston Flosse
Voting strength (1977 election): Le Front Uni, 14 seats; Tahoerra Huiraatira, 10 seats; independents, 9 seats

### ECONOMYECONOMY

GDP: $636.8 million (1976), $4,550 per capita
Agriculture: coconut main crop
Major industries: maintenance of French nuclear test base, tourism
Electric power: 67,000 kW capacity (1981); 160 million kWh produced (1979), 1,074 kWh per capita
Exports: $21 million (1977); principal products—coconut products (79%), mother-of-pearl (14%), vanilla (1971)
Imports: $419 million (1977); principal items—fuels, foodstuffs, equipment
Major trade partners: imports—59% France, 14% US; exports—86% France
Aid: France $91 million (1978)
Budget: $180 million in 1979; ODA and OOF commitments from Western (non-US countries)
Monetary conversion rate: 100 CFP=1NZ$ (1971)

### COMMUNICATIONSCOMMUNICATIONS

Highways: 3,700 km, all types
Ports: 1 major, 6 minor
Airfields: 38 total, 38 usable; 16 with permanent-surface runways, 2 with runways 2,440-3,659 m, 14 with runways 1,220-2,439 m
Civil air: about 3 major transport aircraft
Telecommunications: 17,302 telephones (12.9 per 100 popl.); 72,000 radio and 14,000 TV sets; 5 AM, 2 FM, and 6 TV stations; 1 ground satellite station

### DEFENSE FORCESDEFENSE FORCES

Defense is responsibility of France
# The World Factbook (1982)/Grenada
## GRENADAGRENADA

* (See reference map III)

### LANDLAND

344 km$^2$ (Grenada and southern Grenadines); 44% cultivated, 4% pastures, 12% forests, 17% unused but potentially productive, 23% built on, wasteland, other

### WATERWATER

Limits of territorial waters (claimed): 12 nm (economic including fishing 200 nm)
Coastline: 121 km

### PEOPLEPEOPLE

Population: 109,000 (July 1982), average annual growth rate 1.0%
Nationality: noun—Grenadian(s); adjective—Grenadian
Ethnic divisions: mainly of African-Negro descent
Religion: Church of England; other Protestant sects; Roman Catholic
Language: English; some French patois
Literacy: unknown
Labor force: 36,000 (1978, est.); 40% agriculture
Organized labor: 33% of labor force

### GOVERNMENTGOVERNMENT

Official name: Grenada
Type: independent state since February 1974, recognizes Elizabeth 11 as Chief of State
Capital: St. Georges
Political subdivisions: 6 parishes
Legal system: based on English common law
National holiday: Independence Day, 7 February
Branches: following the 13 March 1979 coup, led by New Jewel Movement leader Maurice Bishop, constitution suspended on 25 March 1979 and replaced by People's Laws; three-man electoral commission appointed; elections unscheduled
Government leaders: Prime Minister Maurice BISHOP; UK Governor General Paul SCOON
​Suffrage: universal adult
Elections: formerly every five years; most recent general election 7 December 1976
Political parties and leaders: New Jewel Movement (NJM), Maurice Bishop; United People's Party (UPP), Winston Whyte; Grenada National Party (GNP), Herbert A. Blaize; Grenada United Labor Party (GULP)
Voting strength (1976 election): GULP 51.7%, Opposition Coalition, 48.3%; Legislative Council seats, GULP 9, Opposition Coalition, 6 (NJM 3, UPP 1, GNP 1, unaffiliated 1)
Communists: negligible
Member of: CARICOM, G-77, GATT (de facto), IBRD, IDA, IFAD, IFS, ILO, IMF, NAM, OAS, SELA, UN, UNESCO, UPU, WHO

### ECONOMYECONOMY

GDP: $88 million (1980 est.), $800 per capita; real growth rate 1980 est., -1%
Agriculture: main crops—spices, cocoa, bananas
Electric power: 7,000 kW capacity (1981); 25 million kWh produced (1981), 231 kWh per capita
Exports: $16 million (f.o.b., 1980 prelim.); cocoa beans, nutmeg, bananas, mace
Imports: $55 million (c.i.f., 1980 prelim.); food, machinery, building materials
Major trade partners: exports—39% UK, 17% West Germany, 12% Netherlands (1979); imports—27% West Indies, 27% UK, 9% US (1976)
Budget: (prelim. 1980) revenues, $39 million; expenditures, $40 million
Monetary conversion rate: 2.70 East Caribbean dollars=US$1
Fiscal year: calendar year

### COMMUNICATIONSCOMMUNICATIONS

Railroads: none
Highways: 1,000 km total; 600 km paved, 300 km otherwise improved; 100 km unimproved
Ports: 1 major (St. Georges), 1 minor
Civil air: no major transport aircraft
Airfields: 2 total, 2 usable; 1 with permanent-surface runways, 1 with runways 1,220-2,439 m
Telecommunications: automatic, islandwide telephone system with 5,200 telephones (4.9 per 100 popl.); VHF and UHF links to Trinidad and Carriacou; 3 AM stations
# The seven great hymns of the mediaeval church/Stabat Mater and Mater Speciosa/Stabat Mater, Coles

STABAT MATER.
DR. COLES.
1.
STOOD the afflicted mother weeping
Near the cross her station keeping Whereon hung her Son and Lord;
Through whose spirit sympathizing,
Sorrowing and agonizing Also parted the cruel sword.
2.
Oh! how mournful and distressed
Was that savored and most blessed Mother of the only Son!
Trembling, grieving, bosom heaving,
While perceiving, scarce believing, Pains of that Illustrious One.
3.
Who the man, who, called a brother,
Would not weep, saw he Christ's mother In such deep distrefs and wild?
Who could not fad tribute render
Witnessing that mother tender Agonizing with her child?
4.
For His people's fins atoning,
Him she saw in torments groaning, Given to the scourger's rod;
Saw her darling offspring dying,
Desolate, forsaken, crying, Yield His spirit up to God.
5.
Make me feel thy forrow's power,
That with thee I tears may shower, Tender mother, fount of love!
Make my heart with love unceafing
Burn toward Christ the Lord, that pleasing I may be to Him above.
6.
Holy mother, this be granted,
That the slain one's wounds be planted Firmly in my heart to bide.
Of Him wounded, all astounded—
Depths unbounded for me founded, All the pangs with me divide.
7.
Make me weep with thee in union;
With the Crucified, communion In His grief and fuffering give;
Near the crofs with tears unfailing
I would join thee in thy wailing Here as long as I mall live.
8.
Maid of maidens, all excelling!
Be not bitter, me repelling, Make thou me a mourner too;
Make me bear about Chrift's dying,
Share His passion, shame defying, All His wounds in me renew.
9.
Wound for wound be there created;
With the cross intoxicated For thy Son's dear fake, I pray—
May I, fired with pure affection,
Virgin, have through thee protection In the solemn Judgment Day.
10.
Let me by the Cross be warded,
By the death of Christ be guarded, Nourished by divine supplies.
When the body death hath riven,
Grant that to the foul be given Glories bright of Paradise.
# The seven great hymns of the mediaeval church/Stabat Mater and Mater Speciosa/Stabat Mater, Dix

STABAT MATER
GENERAL DIX.
1.
NEAR the Cross the Saviour bearing
Stood the mother lone, despairing, Bitter tears down falling fast.
Wearied was her heart with grieving,
Worn her breast with sorrow heaving, Through her soul the sword had passed.
2.
Ah! how sad and broken-hearted
Was that blessed mother, parted From the God-begotten One!
How her loving heart did languish
When me saw the mortal anguish Which o'erwhelmed her peerless Son.
3.
Who could witness without weeping
Such a flood of sorrow sweeping O'er the stricken mother's breast?
Who contemplate without being
Moved to kindred grief by feeing Son and mother thus oppressed?
4.
For our fins me saw Him bending
And the cruel lash descending On His body stripped and bare;
Saw her own dear Jesus dying,
Heard His spirit's last out-crying Sharp with anguish and despair.
5.
Gentle Mother, love's pure fountain!
Cast, oh! cast on me the mountain Of thy grief that I may weep;
Let my heart with ardor burning,
Christ's unbounded love returning, His rich favor win and keep.
6.
Holy Mother, be thy study
Christ's dear image scarred and bloody To enshrine within my heart!
Martyred Son! whose grace has set me
Free from endless death, oh! let me Of Thy sufferings bear a part.
7.
Mother, let our tears commingle,
Be the crucifix my single Sign of sorrow while I live:
Let me by the Cross stand near thee,
There to fee thee, there to hear thee, For each sigh a sigh to give.
8.
Purest of the Virgins! turn not
Thy displeasure on me—spurn not My desire to weep with thee.
Let me live Christ's passion sharing,
All His wounds and sorrows bearing In my tearful memory.
9.
Be, ye wounds, my tribulation!
Be, thou Crofs, my infpiration! Mark, O blood, my Heaven-ward way.
Thus to fervor rapt, O tender
Virgin, be thou my defender In the dreadful Judgment Day.
10.
With the Cross my faith I'll cherish;
By Christ's death suftained I'll perish, Through His grace again to rife.
Come then, Death, this body sealing,
To my ransomed foul revealing Glorious days in Paradise.
# The seven great hymns of the mediaeval church/Stabat Mater and Mater Speciosa/Stabat Mater, Lindsay

THE STABAT MATER.
LORD LINDSAY.
1.
BY the Cross, sad vigil keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping, While on it the Saviour hung;
In that hour of deep distress,
Pierced the sword of bitterness Through her heart with sorrow wrung.
2.
Oh! how fad, how woe-begone
Was that ever-blessed one, Mother of the Son of God!
Oh! what bitter tears she shed
Whilst before her Jesus bled 'Neath the Father's penal rod!
3.
Who's the man could view unmoved Christ's sweet mother, whom He loved, In such dire extremity?
Who his pitying tears withhold, Christ's sweet mother to behold Sharing in His agony?
4.
For the Father's broken law,
Mary thus the Saviour saw Sport of human cruelties—
Saw her fweet, her only Son,
God-forsaken and undone, Die a sinless sacrifice!
5.
Mary mother, fount of love,
Make me share thy sorrow, move All my foul to sympathy!
Make my heart within me glow
With the love of Jesus—so Shall I find acceptancy.
6.
Print, O Mother, on my heart,
Deeply print the wounds, the smart Of my Saviour's chastisement;
He who, to redeem my loss,
Deigned to bleed upon the cross— Make me share His punishment.
7.
Ever with thee, at thy side,
'Neath the Christ, the Crucified, Mournful mother, let me be!
By the Crofs fad vigil keeping,
Ever watchful, ever weeping, Thy companion constantly!
8.
Maid of maidens, undefiled,
Mother gracious, mother mild, Melt my heart to weep with thee!
Crown me with Christ's thorny wreath,
Make me confort of His death, Sharer of His victory.
9.
Never from the mingled tide
Flowing still from Jesus' side, May my lips inebriate turn;
And when in the day of doom,
Lightning-like He rends the tomb, Shield, oh shield me, left I burn!
10.
So the shadow of the tree
Where thy Jesus bled for me Still shall be my fortalice;
So when flesh and spirit fever
Shall I live, thy boon, for ever In the joys of Paradise!
# The seven great hymns of the mediaeval church/The Alleluiatic Sequence

THE ALLELUIATIC SEQUENCE.
THIS famous Sequence, which may be regarded as the parent of every Hallelujah Chorus that has been written since, was composed by Godescalcus, prior to the year 950—the year of his death. The little that is known of him is given by his translator.
"There is only one thing," says Dr. Neale, "with respect to the use of any of my hymns that has grieved me—the rejection of the noble melody of the Alleluiatic Sequence, and that for a third-rate chant. What would be said of chanting the Dies Iræ? And yet I really believe that it would suffer less than does the Cantemus cuncti by such a substitution. Further, be it noticed, every sentence—I had almost said every ​word—of the version was carefully fitted to the music, and the length of the lines corresponds to the length of each troparion in the original."
"If it be said that the original melody is difficult, I can only reply that I have frequently heard it sung by a choir of children, of ages varying from four to fourteen; and never more prettily than when, without any accompaniment at all, in the open fields—the very small ones joining in for the greater part with the whole of their little energy."—Mediæval Hymns.
* Cantemus Cuncti. Godescalcus.
* The Alleluiatic Sequence. Dr. Neale.
# The seven great hymns of the mediaeval church/Dies Iræ/Roscommon

1.
THE day of wrath, that dreadful day,
Shall the whole world in ashes lay,
As David and the Sibyls say.
2.
What horror will invade the mind
When the strict Judge, who would be kind,
Shall have few venial faults to find.
3.
The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound
Shall through the rending tombs rebound,
And wake the nations under ground.
4.
Nature and death shall with surprise
Behold the pale offender rise,
And view the Judge with conscious eyes.
5.
Then shall, with universal dread, The sacred, mystic book be read
To try the living and the dead.
6.
The Judge ascends His awful throne; He makes each secret sin be known,
And all with shame confess their own.
7.
O then, what interest shall I make
To save my last important stake
When the most just have cause to quake!
8.
Thou mighty, formidable King!
Thou mercy's unexhausted spring,
Some comfortable pity bring!
9.
Forget not what my ransom cost;
Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost.
In storms of guilty terrors tost.
10.
Thou who for me didst feel such pain,
Whose precious blood the cross did stain,
Let not these agonies be vain!
11.
Thou whom avenging powers obey,
Cancel my debt, too great to pay,
Before the sad accounting day!
12.
Surrounded with amazing fears,
Whose load my soul with anguish bears,
I sigh, I weep! accept my tears!
13.
Thou who wert moved with Mary's grief,
And by absolving of the thief
Hast given me hope, now give relief!
14.
Reject not my unworthy prayer;
Preserve me from the dangerous snare
Which death and gaping hell prepare.
15.
Give my exalted soul a place
Among Thy chosen right-hand race,
The sons of God and heirs of grace.
16.
From that insatiable abyss,
Where flames devour and serpents hiss,
Promote me to thy seat of bliss.
17.
Prostrate my contrite heart I rend,
My God, my Father, and my Friend:
Do not forsake me in my end!
18.
Well may they curse their second breath
Who rise to a reviving death:
Thou great Creator of mankind,
Let guilty man compassion find!
# The seven great hymns of the mediaeval church/Stabat Mater and Mater Speciosa/Mater Speciosa, Neale

MATER SPECIOSA
DR. NEALE.
1.
FULL of beauty stood the mother
By the manger, blest o'er other, Where her little one she lays:
For her inmost soul's elation,
In its fervid jubilation, Thrills with ecstasy of praise.
2.
Oh! what glad, what rapturous feeling
Filled that blessed mother, kneeling By the Sole-Begotten One!
How, her heart with laughter bounding,
She beheld the work astounding, Saw His birth, the glorious Son.
3.
Who is he, that fight who beareth,
Nor Christ's mother's solace shareth In her bosom as He lay:
Who is he that would not render
Tend'rest love for love so tender, Love, with that dear babe at play?
4.
For the trespafs of her nation
She with oxen saw His station Subjected to cold and woe;
Saw her sweetest offspring's wailing,
Wife men Him with worship hailing, In the stable, mean and low.
5.
Jesus lying in the manger,
Heavenly armies fang the stranger, In the great joy-bearing part;
Stood the old man with the maiden,
No words speaking, only laden With this wonder in their heart.
6.
Mother, fount of love still flowing,
Let me, with thy rapture glowing, Learn to sympathize with thee:
Let me raise my heart's devotion
Up to Christ with pure emotion, That accepted I may be.
7.
Mother, let me win this blessing,
Let His forrow's deep impressing In my heart engraved remain:
Since thy Son, from heaven descending,
Deigned to bear the manger's tending, Oh! divide with me His pain.
8.
Keep my heart its gladness bringing,
To my Jesus ever clinging Long as this my life shall last;
Love like that thine own love, give it,
On my little child to rivet, Till this exile shall be past.
Let me share thine own affliction;
Let me suffer no rejection Of my purpose fixed and fast.
9.
Virgin, peerless of condition,
Be not wroth with my petition, Let me clasp thy little Son;
Let me bear that child so glorious, Him, whose birth, o'er death victorious, Willed that life for man was won.
10.
Let me, satiate with my pleasure,
Feel the rapture of thy treasure Leaping for that joy intense:
That, inflamed by such communion,
Through the marvel of that union I may thrill in every sense.
11.
All that love this stable truly,
And the shepherds watching duly, Tarry there the livelong night:
Pray that, by thy Son's dear merit,
His elected may inherit Their own country's endless light.
# The seven great hymns of the mediaeval church/Dies Iræ/Slosson

1.
DAY of wrath! of days That Day!
Earth in flames shall melt away,
Psalmist thus and Sibyl say.
2.
What swift terrors then shall fall,
When descends the Judge of all,
Every action to recall!
3.
When the trump, with wondrous tone
Through the graves of nations gone,
Bids the race confront the Throne.
4.
Death shall die—fair nature too;
As the creature, ris'n anew,
Answers to his God's review.
5.
He the scroll of fate shall spread,
Writ with all things done or said,
Thence to judge th' awaken'd dead.
6.
Lo! He takes His seat of light;
All that's dark shall leap to sight,
Guilt, the sword of vengeance smite.
7.
What can I, then, wretched, plead?
Who will mediate in my need
When the just shall scarce succeed?
8.
King majestic! Sovereign dread!
Saving all for whom He bled,
Save Thou me! Salvation's Head!
9.
Holy Jesus! priceless stay!
Think! for me Thy bleeding way!
Lose me not, upon That Day.
10.
Faint and weary, Thou hast sought,
By the Cross, my crown hast bought;
Can such anguish be for naught?
11.
Oh! avenging Judge severe,
Grant remission, full and clear,
Ere th' accounting day appear.
12.
Like a guilty thing I moan,
Flush'd my cheek, my sins I own,
Hear, O God, Thy suppliant's groan!
13.
Magdalen found grace with Thee,
So the thief upon the tree;
Hope Thou givest e'en to me.
14.
Worthless are my vows, I know,
Yet, dear Lord, Thy pity show,
Lest I sink in endless woe.
15.
From the goats my lot divide,
With Thy lambs a place provide,
On Thy right and near Thy side.
16.
When th' accursèd sink in shame,
Given to tormenting flame,
With Thy blessed call my name.
17.
Bowed to earth, I strive in prayer; Heart like cinders, see, I bear;
Its last throbbing be Thy care!
18.
Ah! That Day of burning tears,
When from ashes reappears
Man all guilt, his doom to bear— Spare him, God! in mercy, spare!
# The seven great hymns of the mediaeval church/Dies Iræ/Johnson

DR. JOHNSON.
1.
DAY of wrath, that day of burning!
Earth shall end, to ashes turning:
Thus sing Saint and Seer discerning.
2.
Ah, the dread beyond expression
When the Judge in awful session
Searcheth out the world's transgression!
3.
Then is heard a sound of wonder:
Mighty blasts of trumpet-thunder
Rend the sepulchers asunder.
4.
What can e'er that woe resemble
Where even Death and Nature tremble
As the rising throngs assemble!
5.
Vain, my soul, is all concealing;
For the Book is brought, revealing
Every deed and thought and feeling.
6.
On His throne the Judge is seated,
And our sins are loud repeated,
And to each is vengeance meted.
7.
Wretched me! How gain a hearing,
Where the righteous falter, fearing,
At the pomp of His appearing?
8.
King of majesty and splendor,
Fount of pity, true and tender,
Be, Thyself, my strong defender.
9.
From Thy woes my hope I borrow:
I did cause Thy way of sorrow:
Do not lose me on that morrow.
10.
Seeking me, Thou weary sankest,
Nor from scourge and cross Thou shrankest
Make not vain the cup Thou drankest.
11.
Thou wert righteous even in slaying;
Yet forgive my guilty straying,
Now, before that day dismaying.
12.
Though my sins with shame suffuse me,
Though my very moans accuse me,
Canst Thou, Loving One, refuse me?
13.
He by whom the Thief was shriven
And the Magdalen forgiven
Grants to me the hope of Heaven.
14.
Though unworthy my petition,
Grant me full and free remission,
And redeem me from perdition.
15.
Be my lot in love decreed me:
From the goats in safety lead me;
With Thy sheep forever feed me.
16.
When Thy foes are all confounded,
And with bitter flames surrounded,
Call me to Thy bliss unbounded.
17.
From the dust, I pray Thee, hear me:
When my end shall come, be near me;
Let Thy grace sustain and cheer me.
18.
Ah, that day, that day of weeping,
When, no more in ashes sleeping,
Man shall rise and stand before Thee!
Spare him, spare him, I implore Thee.