Clarence Victor Stahl

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Clarence Victor Stahl The sinking of the Titanic, and other poems (1915)

Thou’st wrought the grafting of man’s hearts and brains,
The coinage of bright pearls and rubies rare,
The speeding trains, the horseless vehicles,—
But naught ’gainst God’s great will.
For thou’st not reached
Where thou can’st scorn our great Creator’s skill,
For thou know’st not the essence of the soul,
That which ’bove all he holds firm in his mighty hand.
Yea, yea, with all thy vaunted boast of power,
Thou canst not His great’st handiwork outdo,—
Thou canst not e’er make man!
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Clarence Victor Stahl The sinking of the Titanic, and other poems (1915)

And smile out ’gainst the sky,—
From them the birds do take their song
And bees their honey ply.
Then come the little sunbeams fair,
Leaping o’er the crumbled wall,
And gayly dancing here and there
Spring at the flow’rets’ call.
Then sweet communion do they hold,
The flowers and sunbeams there;
The sunbeams stoop to plant their lips
Upon the flow’rets fair.
They breathe into the sunbeams life
To trip athwart the plain,
To sparkle in their dazzling revelries
And round and round again.
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Clarence Victor Stahl The sinking of the Titanic, and other poems (1915)

Doth whisk its great nose down the hilltop’s side,
And puffs the victor and the prize away.
So oft the giant world wrests from our grasp
The things we seek in tedious rivalry;
And like the foolish little ants a-tilt,
Great Justice ’bove, who loathes such noxious strife,
Doth make us lose the prize we strove to gain,
And to defeat doth add discomfiture.
[27] WHY GRIEVE?
Why weep we when a spirit flies away,
Why can we not cease crying,—
For life is but the soul’s full form,
And death is but the dying?
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