THE FOOL'S PRAYER. The Fool's Prayer. THE royal feast was done; the King And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool, The jester doffed his cap and bells, He bowed his head, and bent his knee "No pity, Lord, could change the heart "'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay; 'Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away. "These clumsy feet, still in the mire, "The ill-timed truth we might have kept Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung ? The word we had not sense to say Who knows how grandly it had rung? "Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; "Earth bears no balsam for mistakes; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool! " The room was hushed; in silence rose E. R. SILL. ON THE LIFE - MASK OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. On the Life-mask of Abraham Lincoln. THIS bronze doth keep the very form and mold Of our great martyr's face. Yes, this is he: That brow all wisdom, all benignity; That human, humorous mouth; those cheeks that hold Like some harsh landscape all the summer's gold; That spirit fit for sorrow, as the sea For storms to beat on; the lone agony Those silent, patient lips too well foretold. Yes, this is he who ruled a world of men As might some prophet of the elder day, Brooding above the tempest and the fray With deep-eyed thought and more than mortal ken. A power was his beyond the touch of art Or armed strength: his pure and mighty heart. R. W. GILDER. |