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PROCEMIA: 1 by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907)

First Line: ONCE FOR THE MYRIAD SOUNDS WHICH ARE
Last Line: WE HAVE OUR PART!

ONCE for the myriad sounds which are,
Mixed accents of the lettered throng,
A few clear voices, deep and strong,
Were borne afar.

To-day through broken channels wide
The broader stream of knowledge flows;
Each year that passes, louder grows
The clamorous tide.

A thousand cares and hopes and fears
Our fathers knew not, touch our souls;
Thought's turbid current seaward rolls
Its stream of tears.

Not as of old time, faring free
In joyous robes, is Knowledge drest,
But, by its own great load opprest,
Plods heavily.

So grave we grow, we lose in part,
The lightsome words and thoughts of old;
Delving too deep for hidden gold,
We starve the heart.

Yet is Spring round us everywhere,
Young lives expand, young thoughts are born;
From ruins of dead days outworn,
The world grows fair.

Do we then raise a needless voice,
If, mingling graver things with gay,
We come to bid our troublous day
Almost rejoice?

If to our modern England stern,
Depressed by clouds of care and doubt,
Faint faiths which glimmer and go out,
Fierce hates which burn,

We bring some charm of Art, to light
Life's gloomy road, some kindly gleam
To cheer the Thinker's sombre dream,
Some influence bright, --

Art, not the handmaid of the Pen,
But of her own strength, strong, complete,
A star to guide the weary feet
Of thought-worn men?

Or if we strive to bind in one,
By mutual knowledge closely drawn,
Our chain of Empires spread from dawn
To set of sun?

Or if with open page we seek
To hold a hand of welcome forth
To the gay South, the sober North,
For all to speak,

Telling how Thought and Fancy grow
Beyond our wild, dividing sea,
Till from that peaceful comity
New friendships glow?

Or if, since Woman too has come
To climb the loftier steeps of mind,
New listeners we aspire to find
By hearth and home;

Nor listeners only, but combine
With man's grave tone her soaring strain;
With man's slow wit, her agile brain
And fancies fine?

If thus we speak, if Light and Art
And Learning lend their banded aid,
We will not pause nor be afraid --
We have our Part!



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