Newark post., 1911-08-09
HIS STORY.
Post Morten.

no more. | lean from window
of my heavenly home, and | gaze
upon that neither world in which
my soul long lost her way.
All, that was not my home!
Alone, and astray, and blind, |
lived, while there, according to the
dictates of my reason. Men told
me | was mad; that the earth af-
forded no corollary to my aims
that | was as an infant beating on
wall of stone.
But something in my soul as
sured me | was right. This yearn-
ing for the higll-what was it but
the certainty that the high await
ed me? This spurning of the low
what but the surety that |
should one day leave the low be-
meath my feet? And now, | know
that | was right-that what |
grasped was Truth. Else, how
could | look into the eyes of an
gelo thus, without confusion? How
could |, doomed there to human
nothingness, stand thus erect in
the presence Of God, the Angus
tines, the Lacordaires, the Gallit-
zins, the Guerins, this company of
deathless souls
@, brothers of the neither world !!
Know that the high is the true, the
true is the permanent. Be merci-
frl to those who seek these things,
and turn, turn, yourselves, to the
everlasting and the real!
* Il + 4 4
Have | proved anytling?' ask
ed Marian.
Nothing, whatever" said Rob-
ert, with regretful candor. The
only thing you have actually de-
monstrated is that it took five
pages of letter pad to write out
your personal point of view
Science never accepts the testi-
mony Of an individual unless it is
further supported and strengthen.
ed by number of other credible
individual. Even then it amounts
only to a working hypothesis
which may be overthrown in five
minutes. Science is the knowi
edge of certified facts"
so | have been told-before,
| answered Marian. Would it make
any difference if | were not Z
scientist at all?-Only all obser.
Yer OF common phenomena?'
Not in the least Robert
granted, with more than usual af
liability; and Marian tossed heI
paper into the Baltimore heater
which chanced to have left its
blue-cold mouth open.
There is a certain harangue ir
Wilson Barrett's play O: Chatter,
ton, which Roger Birkett was wont
to hurl at his prosperous wool
trading kinsmen, when arraignee
for his Academic tastes, and which
Marian now seiezed for her wo
mans weapon, Because
She recited it for Roberts bene-
tt, with all the finality OF passion
If not a reason for her claim tc
the immortality of genius, it was
at least a fine excuse for it..
What's the use of poetry
Why, to live upon when one
can't get bread and cheese; tc
clothc and warm ones self with
when one is ragged and cold.
What's the use of poetry?
10 keep faith, and hope ane
worship alive in the heart of man
to pour vitriol on deceit and vice
to seam and scar the detested face
OF hypocrisy and lies; to add hate
to all things hateful, and shame tc
all things shameful.
What's the use of poetry?
10 be stumbling block to the
worldly-wise and the proud, ane
a lamp and pillar of fire to child
rem and the child-like.
What's the use of poetry?
10 embalm the immortal dead
to interpret this aimless universe
to snatch the secrets of the stars
to unleash the seas and the winds
to fling a double rainbow OF hope
and glory across the heavens; tc
compel all things into life and ut.
terance till all the universe shout.
with one voice and pants with one
breath.
WHAT'S the use of poetry?
10 make this iwde world drunk
with its own loveliness; to make
this garret palace and me the
King OF Death and Fate.
Poetry not real-not useful!
! 1t is you who are not real,
| Won pra rttca1 raND1o 49,.