Transcribed from the 1918 Gay and Hancock edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukPOEMS OF POWERContents   Note   The Queens last ride   The Meeting of the Centuries   Death has Crowned him a Martyr   Grief   Illusion   Assertion   I Am   Wishing   We two   The Poets Theme   Song of the Spirit   Womanhood   Morning Prayer   The Voices of the People   The World grows Better   A Mans Ideal   The Fire Brigade   The Tides   When the Regiment came back   Woman to Man   The Traveller   The Earth   Now   You and Today   The Reason   Mission   Repetition   Begin the Day   Words   Fate and I   Attainment   A Plea to Peace   Presumption   High Noon   Thoughtmagnets   Smiles   The Undiscovered Country   The Universal Route   Unanswered Prayers   Thanksgiving   Contrasts   Thy Ship   Life   A Marine Etching   Love Thyself Last   Christmas Fancies   The River   Sorry   Ambitions trail   Uncontrolled   Will   To an Astrologer   The Tendrils Fate   The Times   The Question   Sorrows Uses   If   Which are you   The Creed to be   Inspiration   The Wish   Three Friends   You never can tell   Here and now   Unconquered   All that love asks   Does it pay   Sestina   The Optimist   The Pessimist   An Inspiration   Lifes Harmonies   Preparation   Gethsemane   Gods Measure   Noblesse Oblige   Through Tears   What we Need   Plea to Science   Respite   Song   My Ships   Her Love   If   Loves burial   Love is enough   Life is a Privilege   Insight   A Womans Answer   The Worlds NeedNOTEThe final word in the title of this volume refers to the DIVINEPOWER in every human being the recognition of which is the secretto all success and happiness  It is this idea which many of theverses endeavour to illustrateE W WTHE QUEENS LAST RIDEWritten on the day of Queen Victorias funeralThe Queen is taking a drive todayThey have hung with purple the carriagewayThey have dressed with purple the royal trackWhere the Queen goes forth and never comes backLet no man labour as she goes byOn her last appearance to mortal eyeWith heads uncovered let all men waitFor the Queen to pass in her regal stateArmy and Navy shall lead the wayFor that wonderful coach of the Queens todayKings and Princes and Lords of the landShall ride behind her a humble bandAnd over the city and over the worldShall the Flags of all Nations be halfmastfurledFor the silent lady of royal birthWho is riding away from the Courts of earthRiding away from the worlds unrestTo a mystical goal on a secret questThough in royal splendour she drives through townHer robes are simple she wears no crownAnd yet she wears one for widowed no moreShe is crowned with the love that has gone beforeAnd crowned with the love she has left behindIn the hidden depths of each mourners mindBow low your headslift your hearts on high The Queen in silence is driving byTHE MEETING OF THE CENTURIESA curious vision on mine eyes unfurled   In the deep night  I saw or seemed to see   Two Centuries meet and sit down visavisAcross the great round table of the worldOne with suggested sorrows in his mien   And on his brow the furrowed lines of thought   And one whose glad expectant presence broughtA glow and radiance from the realms unseenHand clasped with hand in silence for a space   The Centuries sat the sad old eyes of one   As grave paternal eyes regard a sonGazing upon that other eager faceAnd then a voice as cadenceless and gray   As the seas monody in winter time   Mingled with tones melodious as the chimeOf bird choirs singing in the dawns of MayTHE OLD CENTURY SPEAKSBy you Hope stands  With me Experience walksLike a fair jewel in a faded boxIn my tearrusted heart sweet Pity liesFor all the dreams that look forth from your eyesAnd those brighthued ambitions which I knowMust fall like leaves and perish in Times snowEven as my souls garden stands bereftI give you pity tis the one gift leftTHE NEW CENTURYNay nay good friend not pity but GodspeedHere in the morning of my life I needCounsel and not condolence smiles not tearsTo guide me through the channels of the yearsOh I am blinded by the blaze of lightThat shines upon me from the InfiniteBlurred is my vision by the close approachTo unseen shores whereon the times encroachTHE OLD CENTURYIllusion all illusion  List and hearThe Godless cannons booming far and nearFlaunting the flag of Unbelief with GreedFor pilot lo the pirate age in speedBears on to ruin  Wars most hideous crimesBesmirch the record of these modern timesDegenerate is the world I leave to you My happiest speech to earth will beadieuTHE NEW CENTURYYou speak as one too weary to be justI hear the gunsI see the greed and lustThe death throes of a giant evil fillThe air with riot and confusion  IllOfttimes makes fallow ground for Good and WrongBuilds Rights foundation when it grows too strongPregnant with promise is the hour and grandThe trust you leave in my allwilling