Voices from the crowd and town lyrics. By Charles Mackay. Fifth and revised edition |
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THE POET AND THE POLITICAL ECONOMIST. |
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THE POET AND THE POLITICAL ECONOMIST.
THE POLITICAL ECONOMIST.
Prithee, Poet, why this spinning,
Spinning verses all the day?
Vain and idle thy vocation,—
Thy art useless to the nation,
In thy labour and thy play.
Spinning verses all the day?
Vain and idle thy vocation,—
Thy art useless to the nation,
In thy labour and thy play.
Little doth the world esteem thee,
And it takes thee at thy worth;
Loftiest rhyme that e'er was fashion'd,
Sounding, gorgeous, or impassion'd,
Is a drug upon the earth.
And it takes thee at thy worth;
Loftiest rhyme that e'er was fashion'd,
Sounding, gorgeous, or impassion'd,
Is a drug upon the earth.
Go—and be a cotton-spinner;
Put thy hand upon the spade;
Weave a basket out of willow;
Dig the mine, or sail the billow—
Anything but such a trade.
Put thy hand upon the spade;
Weave a basket out of willow;
Dig the mine, or sail the billow—
Anything but such a trade.
THE POET.
Why thy scorn, O man of logic?
Speak of that within thy ken:
I despise thee not;—thy labours,
If they make us better neighbours,
Are not valueless to men.
Speak of that within thy ken:
I despise thee not;—thy labours,
If they make us better neighbours,
Are not valueless to men.
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Highly all the world esteems thee,
And a poet may declare,
That the wise should place reliance
On the efforts of thy science
To diminish human care.
And a poet may declare,
That the wise should place reliance
On the efforts of thy science
To diminish human care.
Bring thy hidden truths to daylight,
And I'll ne'er complain of thee.
Dull thou'rt call'd—and dulness cumbers;
Yet there's wisdom in thy numbers;
Leave my numbers unto me.
And I'll ne'er complain of thee.
Dull thou'rt call'd—and dulness cumbers;
Yet there's wisdom in thy numbers;
Leave my numbers unto me.
Each of us fulfils a duty,
And, though scorn'd, I'll cling to mine,
With a passion ever growing,
In my heart, to overflowing;—
Cling thou with as much to thine.
And, though scorn'd, I'll cling to mine,
With a passion ever growing,
In my heart, to overflowing;—
Cling thou with as much to thine.
Thou'rt a preacher; I'm a prophet.
Thou discoursest to thy time;
I discourse to generations,
And the thoughts of unborn nations
Shall be fashion'd by my rhyme.
Thou discoursest to thy time;
I discourse to generations,
And the thoughts of unborn nations
Shall be fashion'd by my rhyme.
Thou,to dubious politicians,
Staid and passionless and slow,
Givest pros and cons with candour,
Bland and patient, ever blander
As thy trim deductions flow.
Staid and passionless and slow,
Givest pros and cons with candour,
Bland and patient, ever blander
As thy trim deductions flow.
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I send forth electric flashes
To the bosom of the crowd;
Rule its pulses, cheer its sadness,
Make it throb and pant with gladness,
Till it answers me aloud.
To the bosom of the crowd;
Rule its pulses, cheer its sadness,
Make it throb and pant with gladness,
Till it answers me aloud.
Not for me to linger idly,
Gathering garlands by the way;
Singing but of flowers and sunsets,
Lovers' vows, or nightly onsets,
Or of ladies fair as May.
Gathering garlands by the way;
Singing but of flowers and sunsets,
Lovers' vows, or nightly onsets,
Or of ladies fair as May.
No; the poet loves his calling;
Nature's lyre is all his own;
He can sweep its strings prophetic,
Till the nations, sympathetic,
Gather breathless to its tone.
Nature's lyre is all his own;
He can sweep its strings prophetic,
Till the nations, sympathetic,
Gather breathless to its tone.
For he knows the People listen
When a mighty spirit speaks,
And that none can stir them duly
But the man who loves them truly,
And from them his impulse seeks.
When a mighty spirit speaks,
And that none can stir them duly
But the man who loves them truly,
And from them his impulse seeks.
What they feel, but cannot utter;
What they hope for, day and night;—
These the words by which he fires them,
Prompts them, leads them, and inspires them
To do battle for the right.
What they hope for, day and night;—
These the words by which he fires them,
Prompts them, leads them, and inspires them
To do battle for the right.
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These the words by which the many
Cope for justice with the few;—
These their watchwords, when Oppression,
Would resist the small concession,
But a fraction of their due.
Cope for justice with the few;—
These their watchwords, when Oppression,
Would resist the small concession,
But a fraction of their due.
These the poet, music-hearted,
Blazons to the listening land,
And for these all lands shall prize him,
Though the foolish may despise him,
Or the wise misunderstand.
Blazons to the listening land,
And for these all lands shall prize him,
Though the foolish may despise him,
Or the wise misunderstand.
Go thy way, then, man of logic,
In thy fashion, speak thy truth;—
Thou hast fix'd, and I have chosen;—
Thou shalt speak to blood that's frozen,
I to vigour and to youth.
In thy fashion, speak thy truth;—
Thou hast fix'd, and I have chosen;—
Thou shalt speak to blood that's frozen,
I to vigour and to youth.
Haply we shall both be useful,
And, perchance, more useful thou,
If their full degree of merit
To all other moods of spirit
Thou wilt cheerfully allow.
And, perchance, more useful thou,
If their full degree of merit
To all other moods of spirit
Thou wilt cheerfully allow.
As for me, I fear no scorning,
And shall speak with earnest mind
What is in me;—self-rewarded
If I aid, though unregarded,
The advancement of my kind.
And shall speak with earnest mind
What is in me;—self-rewarded
If I aid, though unregarded,
The advancement of my kind.
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