XII UR trail is on the Kimmeridge clay, And the scarp of the Purbeck flags, We have left our bones in the Bagshot stones, And deep in the Coraline crags; Our love is old, our lives are old, And death shall come amain; Should it come today, what man may say We shall not live again? GOD XIII OD wrought our souls from the And furnished them wings to fly; He sowed our spawn in the world's dim dawn, And I know that it shall not die; Though cities have sprung above the graves Where the crook-boned men made war, And the ox-wain creaks o'er the buried caves Where the mummied mammoths are. THEN XIV HEN as we linger at luncheon here, Let drink us anew to the time when you Were a Tadpole and I was a Fish. A BALLADE OF EVOLUTION I IN the mud of the Cambrian main Did our earliest ancestor dive: As II S an active ascidian again Fresh forms he began to contrive, Till he grew to a fish with a brain, And brought forth a mammal alive. With his rivals he next had to strive To woo him a mate and a thrall; So the handsomest managed to wive, While the ugliest went to the wall. A III T length as an ape he was fain The nuts of the forest to rive, Till he took to the low-lying plain, And proceeded his fellows to knive. Thus did cannibal men first arrive One another to swallow and maul; And the strongest continued to thrive While the weakliest went to the wall. Envoy RINCE, in our civilized hive, PRINCE Now money's the measure of all; And the wealthy in coaches can drive While the needier go to the wall. Grant Allen. |