Selected Poems



You who may come a hundred years After our troubled bones are dust, Far-seeing statesman, born to lead,

And worthiest of the people’s trust,

Turn these few pages in that hour

When by dark doubts you are assailed

Of what it boots to shape their power­

Read what we won and where we failed:

And barb the word with wisdom fit,

And build, oh build, where we but dream:

Expose, undo, repair, extend,

As you, 0 master, best may deem.

But wbatsoe’er of ours you keep, Whatever fades or disappears,

Above all else we send you this­

The flaming faith of these first years.