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# Clarel/Part 2/Canto 35
## 35. Prelusive

In Piranesi's rarer prints, Interiors measurelessly strange, Where the distrustful thought may range Misgiving still--what mean the hints? Stairs upon stairs which dim ascend 5 In series from plunged Bastiles drear-- Pit under pit; long tier on tier Of shadowed galleries which impend Over cloisters, cloisters without end; The hight, the depth--the far, the near; 10 Ring-bolts to pillars in vaulted lanes, And dragging Rhadamanthine chains; These less of wizard influence lend Than some allusive chambers closed.  Those wards of hush are not disposed 15 In gibe of goblin fantasy-- Grimacc unclean diablery: Thy wings, Imagination, span Ideal truth in fable's seat:
The thing implied is one with man, 20 His penetralia of retreat-- The heart, with labyrinths replete: In freaks of intimation see Paul's "mystery of iniquity:" Involved indeed, a blur of dream; 25 As, awed by scruple and restricted In first design, or interdicted By fate and warnings as might seem; The inventor miraged all the maze, Obscured it with prudential haze; 30 Nor less, if subject unto question, The egg left, egg of the suggestion.  Dwell on those etchings in the night, Those touches bitten in the steel By aqua-fortis, till ye feel 35 The Pauline text in gray of light; Turn hither then and read aright.
 For ye who green or gray retain Childhood's illusion, or but feign; As bride and suit let pass a bier-- 40 So pass the coming canto here.
# Clarel/Part 2/Canto 37
## 37. Of Traditions

Credit the Arab wizard lean, And still at favoring hour are seen (But not by Franks, whom doubts debar) Through waves the cities overthrown: Seboym and Segor, Aldemah, 5 With two whereof the foul renown And syllables more widely reign.  Astarte, worshiped on the Plain Ere Terah's day, her vigil keeps Devoted where her temple sleeps 10 Like moss within the agate's vein-- A ruin in the lucid sea. The columns lie overlappingly-- Slant, as in order smooth they slid Down the live slope. Her ray can bid 15 Their beauty thrill along the lane Of tremulous silver. By the marge (If yet the Arab credence gain) At slack wave, when midsummer's glow
Widens the shallows, statues show-- 20 He vouches; and will more enlarge On sculptured basins broad in span, With alum scurfed and alkatran. Nay, further--let who will, believe-- As monks aver, on holy eve, 25 Easter orJohn's, along the strand Shadows Corinthian wiles inweave: Voluptuous palaces expand, From whose moon-lighted colonnade Beckons Armida, deadly maid: 30 Traditions; and their fountains run Beyond King Nine and Babylon.
 But disenchanters grave maintain That in the time ere Sodom's fall 'Twas shepherds here endured life's pain: 35 Shepherds, and all was pastoral In Siddim; Abraham and Lot, Blanketed Bedouins of the plain; Sodom and her four daughters small-- For Sodom held maternal reign-- 40 Poor little hamlets, such as dot The mountain side and valley way Of Syria as she shows to-day; The East, where constancies indwell, Such hint may give: 'tis plausible. 45
 Hereof the group--from Mortmain's blight Withdrawn where sands the beach embayed And Nehemiah apart was laid-- Held curious discourse that night. They chatted; but 'twas underrun 50 By heavier current. And anon, After the meek one had retired Under the tent, the thought transpired, And Mortmain was the theme.  "If mad, 55 'Tis indignation at the bad," Said Rolfe; "most men somehow get used To seeing evil, though not all They see; 'tis sympathetical; But never some are disabused 60 Of first impressions which appal."  "There, there," cried Derwent, "let it fall. Assume that some are but so-so, They'll be transfigured. Let suffice: Dismas he dwells in Paradise." 65 "Who?" "Dismas the Good Thief, you know. Ay, and the Blest One shared the cup WithJudas; e'en letJudas sup With him, at the Last Supper too.-- But see!" 70
 It was the busy Jew With chemic lamp aflame, by tent Trying some shrewd experiment With minerals secured that day, Dead unctuous stones. 75  "Look how his ray," Said Rolfe, "too small for stars to heed, Strange lights him, reason's sorcerer, Poor Simon Magus run to seed. And, yes, 'twas here--or else I err-- 80 The legends claim, that into sea The old magician flung his book When life and lore he both forsook: The evil spell yet lurks, may be.-- But yon strange orb--can be the moon? 85 These vapors: and the waters swoon."
 Ere long the tent received them all; They slumber--wait the morning's call.
# Clarel/Part 2/Canto 34
## 34. Mortmain Reappears

While now at poise the wings of shade Outstretched overhang each ridge and glade, Mortmain descends from Judah's hight Through sally-port of minor glens: Against the background of black dens Blacker the figure glooms enhanced. 5  Relieved from anxious fears, the group In friendliness would have advanced To greet, but shrank or fell adroop.  Like Hecla ice inveined with marl And frozen cinders showed his face 10 Rigid and darkened. Shunning parle He seated him aloof in place, Hands clasped about the knees drawn up
As round the cask the binding hoop-- Condensed in self, or like a seer 15 Unconseious of each object near, While yet, informed, the nerve may reach Like wire under wave to furthest beach.  By what brook Cherith had he been, Watching it shrivel from the scene-- 20 Or voice aerial had heard, That now he murmured the wild word; "But, hectored by the impious years, What god invoke, for leave to unveil That gulf whither tend these modern fears, 25 And deeps over which men crowd the sail?"  Up, as possessed, he rose anon, And crying to the beach went down: "Repent! repent in every land Or hell's hot kingdom is at hand! 30 Yea, yea, In pause of the artillery's boom, While now the armed world holds its own, The comet peers, the star dips down; Flicker the lamps in Syria's tomb, 35 While Anti-Christ and Atheist set On Anarch the red coronet!"
 "MadJohn," sighed Rolfe, "dost there betray The dire Vox Clamans of our day?"  "Why heed him?" Derwent breathed: "alas! 40 Let him alone, and it will pass.-- What would he now?" Before the bay Low bowed he there, with hand addressed To scoop. "Unhappy, hadst thou best?" Djalea it was; then calling low 45 Unto a Bethlehemite whose brow Was wrinkled like the bat's shrunk hide "Your salt-song, Beltha: warn and chide."
"Would ye know what bitter drink  They gave to Christ upon the Tree? 50  Sip the wave that laps the brink
 Of Siddim: taste, and God keep ye! It drains the hills where alum's hid-- Drains the rock-salt's ancient bed; Hither unto basin fall 55 The torrents from the steeps of gall-- Here is Hades' water-shed. Sinner, would ye that your soul Bitter were and like the pool? Sip the Sodom waters dead; 60 But never from thy heart shall haste The Marah--yea, the after-taste."
 He closed.--Arrested as he stooped, Did Mortmain his pale hand recall? No; undeterred the wave he scooped, 65 And tried it--madly tried the gall.
# Clarel/Part 2/Canto 30
## 30. Of Petra

"The City Red in cloud-land lies Yonder," said Derwent, quick to inter The ill, or light regard transfer: "But Petra must we leave unseen-- Tell us"--to Rolfe "there hast thou been." 5 "With dragons guarded roundabout 'Twas a new Jason found her out-- Burckhardt, you know." "But tell." "The flume Or mountain corridor profound Whereby ye win the inner ground 10 Petraean; this, from purple gloom Of cliffs--whose tops the suns illume Where oleanders wave the flag-- Winds out upon the rosy stain, Warm color of the natural vein, 15 Of porch and pediment in crag. One starts. In Esau's waste are blent Ionian form, Venetian tint. Statues salute ye from that fane, The warders of the Horite lane. 20 They welcome, seem to point ye on Where sequels which transcend them dwell; But tarry, for just here is won Happy suspension of the spell." "But expectation's raised." 25  "No more! 'Tis then when bluely blurred in shore, It looms through azure haze at sea-- Then most 'tis Colchis charmeth ye. So ever, and with all! But, come, 30 Imagine us now quite at home Taking the prospect from Mount Hor. Good. Eastward turn thee skipping o'er The intervening craggy blight: Mark'st thou the face of yon slabbed hight 35 Shouldered about by hights? what Door Is that, sculptured in elfin freak? The portal of the Prince o' the Air? Thence will the god emerge, and speak? El Deir it is; and Petra's there, 40 Down in her cleft. Mid such a scene Of Nature's terror, how serene That ordered form. Nor less 'tis cut Out of that terror--does abut Thereon: there's Art." 45  "Dare say--no doubt; But, prithee, turn we now about And closer get thereto in mind; That portal lures me."  "Nay, forbear; 50 A bootless journey. We should wind Along ravine by mountain-stair,-- Down which in season torrents sweep-- Up, slant by sepulchers in steep, Grotto and porch, and so get near 55 Puck's platform, and thereby El Deir. We'd knock. An echo. Knock again-- Ay, knock forever: none requite: The live spring filters through cell, fane, And tomb: a dream the Edomite!" 60  "And dreamers all who dream of him-- Though Sinbad's pleasant in the skim. Paestum and Petra: good to use For sedative when one would muse.
But look, our Emir.--Ay, Djalea, 65 We guess why thou com'st mutely here And hintful stand'st before us so."  "Ay, ay," said Rolfe; "stirrups, and go!" "But first," the priest said, "let me creep And rouse our poor friend slumbering low 70 Under yon rock--queer place to sleep."
 "Queer?" muttered Rolfe as Derwent went; "Queer is the furthest he will go In phrase of a disparagement. But--ominous, with haggard rent-- 75 To me yon crag's brow-beating brow Looks horrible--and I say so."
# The Invocation (Felicia Hemans)

* The Invocation, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 16, 1826.
* Invocation, in Records of Woman: with Other Poems (Miscellaneous Pieces), 1828.
# The Invocation (Songs of Captivity)

From Songs of Captivity:
* The Invocation, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 34, 1833.
* The Invocation, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music, 1834.
# The Invitation

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* "The Invitation", a poem by Anna Laetitia Barbauld
* "The Invitation", a short story by Algernon Blackwood
* "The Invitation", a poem by George Herbert
# The Inward Morning

"Packed in my mind lie all the clothes"
* "Packed in my mind lie all the clothes" (November 30, 1841) in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau (1906) Vol. 7 (Journal Volume 1)
* "Packed in my mind lie all the clothes" in Autumn: From the Journal of Henry D. Thoreau (1892)
* "The Inward Morning" in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849)
* "The Inward Morning" in Poems of Nature (1895)
# The Iowa Historical Record

A publication of the Iowa State Historical Society. Replaced by the Iowa Journal of History and Politics.
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# The Invitation: to Miss B—

Originally published in Poems (1773).
* "The Invitation, to Miss B—" in Poems (1773).
* "Warrington Academy", excerpt, in Beauties in prose and verse (1784).
* "The Invitation. To Miss B*****. in The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1825)
# The Journal of Negro History/Volume 7/Number 2/Holly's Les Daïmons du Culte Voudo

Les Daïmons du Culte Voudo. By Dr. Arthur Holly, Port-au-Prince, Haiti, 1919. Pp. lx-523.
The author of this unique volume declares himself "boldly, but without vanity, or false modesty" an esoterist, that is to say, one who is an adept at the interpretation of the occult and secret doctrines. This book, an exposition of the secret doctrine, is not, therefore, as its title might suggest, a scientific treatise upon the Voudo cult as it has existed and as it still exists in Haiti. It is rather an interpretation and defense of the primitive religion of Africa, particularly as it is represented in the religious customs and practices of the common people in Haiti today.
The sentiments which have inspired this undertaking are altogether admirable. "Haitiens," he says, "have reached a point in their efforts to conform to an alien culture where they are in danger of losing their personality as a people as well as their native culture." But now if ever is the moment, after the great cataclysm in Europe, to lift the ancestral cult from the dust and make it worthy of Haiti, of the African race.
"We are," he continues, "African-Latins. But our Latin culture is all on the surface. The old African heritage persists in us and controls us to such an extent that under certain circumstances we feel ourselves moved by mysterious forces when the ​silence of the night, throbs with the irregular rhythm, melancholly, passionate and magical, of the sacred dances of Voudo."
Dr. Arthur Holly is evidently learning, but he draws his knowledge from sources that are esoteric and therefore inaccessible to all except the adepts. What he has written is, therefore, neither science nor history. It has the character rather of revelation. It is impressive, but not intelligible to the uninitiated.
From his introduction, however, one gathers that he intends to show that Christianity and Voudoism are from a common source, that "the Bible," as he says, "belongs to us," i.e., the black people, but that this earlier and more primitive form of religion which is revealed in it has been corrupted by the white race.
It is an interesting idea, but more interesting is the evidence that it offers of the rise, among the Negro people of Haiti, of a racial consciousness which embraces in one conscious unity the Negro peoples of Africa and America. It is another spontaneous manifestation of that unrest of the black man which has found expression in pan-Africanism and in the movement in this country headed by Marcus Garvey, whose program is Africa for the Africans.
Robert E. Park
University of Chicago
# The Journal of Negro History/Volume 7/Number 2

Vol. VII, No. 2. April, 1922.
       Extracts and Letters collected by R. E. Park and Booker T. Washington.
       Woodson's The History of the Negro Church;
       Hayne's Unsung Heroes;
       Holly's Les Daimons du Culte Voudo;
       Hill's The Wings of Oppression.
       The Julius Rosenwald Schools.
# The Journal of Negro History/Volume 7/Number 2/Hayne's Unsung Heroes

Unsung Heroes. By Mrs. Elizabeth Ross Haynes. N. Y. DuBois & Dill. 1921. 279 pp. Illustrated.
One of the gravest problems now facing the Negroes in the United States, and a problem none the less grave because unrecognized by the unthinking majority, is that of reading for their children. Can anything be more dangerous than the continual subjection of our children to the influence of books, magazines, and newspapers in which their race is being held up constantly to pity or contempt? The use of opprobrious and insulting epithets with reference to the Negro is so common in English and American publications as to need no more than a mere reference here, and this practice is to be noted even in authors who are conscious of no active race hostility. If the psychological influence of such endlessly reiterated and therefore inescapable slurs is bad for adults, how much worse must it be for children. In The Brownies' Book, published by DuBois and Dill, a most praiseworthy attempt has been made to meet this need in the form of a children's magazine free from all objectionable matter, and it is nothing short of a national calamity that this periodical has been forced to suspend publication because of a lack of sufficient patronage. It is fitting, then, that the same publishers should issue the book now under our hand, a fine specimen of the printer's art in paper, presswork, binding, and illustrations.
In it the author, the wife of Dr. George E. Haynes, the well-known sociologist, has set forth in a language and style suited to young readers the lives of seventeen of the most celebrated men ​and women of Negro descent. Eight of them—Douglass, Harriet Tubman, Banneker, Phillis Wheatley, Josiah Henson, Sojourner Truth, Attucks, and Paul Cuffé—belong to the ante-bellum period in America; five—Dunbar, Booker Washington, B. K. Bruce, Crummell, and Langston—to the reconstruction and late nineteenth century periods; and four—Pushkin, the Russian; L'Ouverture, the Haytian; Coleridge-Taylor, the Englishman; and Alexandre Dumas, the Frenchman—belong across the ocean. It will be seen that the selection is a representative one, and that no living person is included. The material chosen from each life is carefully selected, too, to suit the minds and tastes of children. There are six illustrations by four of our well-known young artists. Altogether the book is the most satisfactory addition yet made to our children's literature in this country, and should be in every home where there are colored children, and in every library in which they are readers.
E. C. Williams
# The Ivory Trail

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This is the sixth of a series of tales, each a complete story in itself, in which an American and three English friends endeavor to gain by any honest means a large sum of money which is particularly needed by one of them, “Monty” (Lord Montdidier). In previous stories they have fallen foul of Portuguese colonial venality, and of German political avarice. In the last story they were shipwrecked. Now—by no means destitute, but stranded and quarantined in Zanzibar, they hear the legend of Tippoo Tib’s buried ivory and set off in quest of it.
Each tale is independent of all the others, but the same characters recur and pursue an unvarying goal with courage and good humor. —from the introductory matter heading Part 1 of the story in Adventure May 3, 1919
"This song's of youth, and strength, and health, and time that's on the wing
THE IVORY TRAIL
By TALBOT MUNDY
Author of “Rung Ho!,” “King—of the Khyber Rifles,” “The Winds of the World,” “Hira Singh,” “The Eye of Zeitoon,” “Guns of the Gods,” etc.
Frontispiece by Joseph Clement Coll
A. L. BURT COMPANY
Publishers New York
Published by arrangement with the Bobb-Merrill Company
Copyright 1919
The Bobb-Merrill Company
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
* Chapter XVI
* Chapter XVII
* Chapter XVIII
THE NJO HAPA SONG
Green, ah greener than emeralds are, tree-tops beckon the dhows to land, White, oh whiter than diamonds are, blue waves burst on the amber sand, And nothing is fairer than Zanzibar from the Isles o’ the West to the Marquesand.
I was old when the world was wild with youth. (All love was lawless then!) Since ‘Venture’s birth from ends of earth I ha’ called the sons of men, And their women have wept the ages out In travail sore to know What lure of opiate art can leach Along bare seas from reef to beach Until from port and river reach The fever’d captains go.
Red, oh redder than red lips are my flowers that nod in the blazing noon, Blue, oh bluer than maidens’ eyes are the breasts o’ my waves in the young monsoon, And there are cloves to smell, and musk, and lemon trees, and cinnamon.
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# Clarel/Part 4/Canto 22
## 22. Of Wickedness the Word

Since, for the charity they knew, None cared the exile to upbraid Or further breast--while yet he threw, In silence that oppressive weighed, The after-influence of his spell-- 5 The priest in light disclaimer said
To Rolfe apart: "The icicle, The dagger-icicle draws blood; But give it sun!" "You mean his mood Is accident--would melt away 10 In fortune's favorable ray. But if 'tis happiness he lacks, Why, let the gods warm all cold backs With that good sun. But list!"  In vent 15 Of thought, abrupt the malcontent: "What incantation shall make less The ever-upbubbling wickedness! Is this fount nature's?"  Under guard 20 Asked Vine: "Is wickedness the word?" "The right word? Yes; but scarce the thing Is there conveyed; for one need know Wicked has been the tampering With wickedness the word." "Even so?" 25 "Ay, ridicule's light sacrilege Has taken off the honest edge-- Quite turned aside--perverted all That Saxon term and Scriptural." "Restored to the incisive wedge, 30 What means it then, this wickedness? Ungar regarded him with look Of steady search: "And wilt thou brook? Thee leaves it whole.?--This wickedness (Might it retake true import well) 35 Means not default, nor vulgar vice, Nor Adam's lapse in Paradise; But worse: 'twas this evoked the hell-- Gave in the conseious soul's recess Credence to Calvin. What's implied 40 In that deep utterance decried Which Christians labially confess-- Be born anew?"  "Ah, overstate Thou dost!" the priest sighed; "but look there! 45 No jarring theme may violate Yon tender evening sky! How fair These olive-orchards: see, the sheep Mild drift toward the folds of sleep. The blessed Nature! still her glance 50 Returns the love she well receives From hearts that with the stars advance, Each heart that in the goal believes!"  Ungar, though nettled, as might be, At these bland substitutes in plea 55 (By him accounted so) yet sealed His lips. In fine, all seemed to yield With one consent a truce to talk.
But Clarel, who, since that one hour Of unreserve on Saba's tower, 60 Less relished Derwent's pleasant walk Of myrtles, hardly might remain Uninfluenced by Ungar's vein: If man in truth be what you say, And such the prospects for the clay, 65 And outlook of the futurc cease! What's left us but the senses' sway? Sinner, sin out life's petty lease: We are not worth the saving. Nay, For me, if thou speak truc but ah, 70 Yet, yet there gleams one beckoning star-- So near the horizon, judge I right That 'tis of heaven?  But wanes the light-- The evening Angelus is rolled: 75 They rise, and seek the convent's fold.
# Clarel/Part 4/Canto 24
## 24. Twilight

"Over the river
In gloaming, ah, still do ye plain? Dovc dove in the mangroves, How dear is thy pain!
"Sorrow--but fondled; 5 Reproaches that never upbraid Spite the passion, the yearning Of love unrepaid.
 "Teach me, oh! teach me Thy cadence, that Inez may thrill 10
With the bliss of the sadness, And love have his will!"
 Through twilight of mild evening pale, As now returning slow they farc In dubious keeping with the dale 15 And legends, floating came that air From one invisible in shade, Singing and lightly sauntering on Toward the cloisters. Pause they made; But he a lateral way had won: 20 Viewless he passed, as might a wave Rippling, which doth a frigate lave At anchor in the midnight road.
 Clarel a fleeting thought bestowed: Unkenned! to thee what thoughts belong-- 25 Announced by such a tropic song.