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Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge

Lodge, George Cabot (1873-1909)

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VOLUME I
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VOLUME II
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THE GREAT ADVENTURE
  
[dedication]
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I LIFE
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II LOVE
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III DEATH
  
TRUMBULL STICKNEY OCTOBER 11TH MCMIV
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[I The House of Life has many mansions, where]
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[II “He sought, believed, dared, found and bore away]
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[III “Nothing is spared,” he said, “nothing is lost]
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[IV “That we, however least, however less]
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[V He felt the blind, lost loneliness increase]
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[VI He said: “What death leaves derelict is dead]
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[VII “We serve no God, nor in the retinue]
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[VIII I well remember how one yesterday]
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[IX “At least,” he said, “we spent with Socrates]
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[X He said: “We are the Great Adventurers,]
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[XI Above his heart the rose is red]
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[XII We knew he lived alone with loneliness]
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[XIII In silence, solitude and stern surmise]
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[XIV At last the light leaped in his patient eyes]
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[XV With life and lips he said tremendous things]
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[XVI Times were when, reeling on his eminence]
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[XVII I saw that day in his dead eyes]
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[XVIII There moved a Presence always by his side]
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[XIX Because for some tremendous cause he chose]
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[XX All thro' the night most strange it was to see]
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[XXI The stately silence, the perpetual peace]
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[XXII We said no word of all men use to say]
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[XXIII We bore the chill, persistent dread]
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XXIV DAYS
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[XXV O Memory, Lord of broken and broadcast]
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[XXVI It is not that we loved him, as in sooth]
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THE SOUL'S INHERITANCE AND OTHER POEMS
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HERAKLES

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[XXVI
It is not that we loved him, as in sooth]

It is not that we loved him, as in sooth
Beyond all words we loved and love him still;
It is not that he seemed so to fulfil
Ineffably the very spirit of Truth;
It is not, day by day, in the uncouth
Brutality of death, his calm control,
Courage and tenderness of heart and soul;
It is not pity even of his mere youth;—
God knows these were alone sufficient cause!
Yet it is not for all these things that we
Now keep sure faith with things transcendent, true
And untransmissible:—it is because,
Even in the presence of the Mystery,
He knew!—it is because we knew he knew!
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