THEODORE MAYNARD WITH AN INTRODU CTION B Y K . CHE ER ON G . ST T NEW YORK E M F REDERICK A . STOK S CO PANY PUBLISHERS 1 1 1 18 Daniel E H s Co M, 9 7 , 9 , by . ud on! Copyright, 19 1 1 1 EThe sterso Merc Co n ht 1 1 y f y py g , 9 7 , 1 19 , by T t zmry S o czety of S t Pauf the A postle mthe late of N gorg o t 1 C pyrigh , 919, by FREDERICK A. S TOK ES COMPANY All RightsReserved MY WIFE We two have seen with our own eyes ’ God smultitudinousdisguise Waylaid Himin Hisvoyaging A mong the buttercupsof S pring In valleyswhere the liliesshone M ore gloriousthan S olomon We met a oet assn b p p i —g y, A nd learned hislyric you and I I B ut oh ' I did kindly Heaven not bless Our livesw t mo e t an lovel ness i h r h i , W en cast on ever sa l n - rod h , y p i g , Wasseen the motley of our God When having picked our way with craft U cli sto hear Himw en He lau e p fi h gh d, We elt u l te on the win f , p if d d, Hisfolly bmn into our mind 7 What doubt can to uch us7 We have heard The baby laughter of the Word ! We mingle with solemnity A Catholic note of revelry ’ F romlove scarved choir- stallswe can The plain- song of the Breviary F or aseach cleansing sacrament ’ To our soul scomforting wassent (Through water and oil and wheat B n n to uman the v ne ri gi g h di i ) , ’ S o shall we find on loverslips len ou a ocal se The sp d r of p yp , V 1 DEDICA TION ’ A nd through the body s! ive gatescome o o ten om To all the g od f Chris d . We have no fear that we shall lose Th s o ousGosel o oo news i ! y p f g d , F or our symbolic love hasstood By virtue of itsfortitude K now n a tter Lenten ast i g bi f , atan scomo te at last S di f r d , A owe ac k scal in w t eat sca s b d b d g i h gr r , Gethsemane o tea sand sta s f r r , A ou ne o the c oss and ah ! r y f r , , Itspart and lot in Golgotha I — We know let the marvellousthing be said ’ L ove sresurrection fromthe dead F or asM agdalen came with cinnamon ’ A nd aloesto smea L ove sl msu on r i b p , B ut met alo ne on the Easter grass ’ L e sL or thou she w st not Who He w if d, gh i as S o we t ll He soke asHe soke to her , i p p , Mi to ok H mor the a ener s i f g rd . A r l 1 th 1 18. p i 4 , 9 NOTE ’ Thisedit ion o f Th eodore M aynard spoemsrepresent s ’ t he au t ho r s o w n sel ec t io n o f su c h o f hisp ub lish ed v e e a n u e in a e manen l e n rs sh e w ish esi cl d d p r t c o l c t io . W t few mss ns it e esent st he c nt ent so f t h e i h o i io , r pr o t ee v lume s ssu e in G e at B t a n u n e t h e t t es hr o i d r ri i d r i l , ! ” ! ” Lau hsa nd Whi tso S o n 1 1 D u mso De eat g f f g, 9 5 ; r f f , ” 1 1 F oll 1 18 n ne o f w c h as t e t b een 9 7; y, 9 , o hi h hi h r o u e n n p blish d i t hisc ou try . [ v ii ] ON THEODORE MAYNARD S POEMS IN t he c ase o f any poet who h asc uaght and h eld our l ec t n t e e is ene a a a t c ula ec e o f rec o l io , h r g r lly p r i r pi w c ema nsin o u r mn no t ast he c wn work hi h r i i d, ro , And ev e snc e I sw T b ut ast h e k ey . r i a in he N ew ! ” ness sme l nes c alle S n o f s b Wit o i d A o g Colour , y e a n a t e av e ema ne t o me asa Th eodor M y rd , h y h r i d f sml fic at n e manent e ement o f t he sort o i p i io , or p r l , ’ rest o f t he po et sw ri t i ngs; and I h av e felt himespe T e n c ially asa poet o f c olou r . h y are no t by a y me ans l n s T a sisa at e h b est o f his e . e re ec t a t e i h y dir , ppropri t o a b allad ; and t h ey h av e no ne o f t he fine w himsi c alit y or t he fr ank h umo u r t o b e found elsewhere in Amn t ese t e s t he hiswork . o g h o h r c hoi c e ish ard ! b ut I sho uld say t h at t he finest poet ry assuc h ist o f u n in t he ma es and ev en in t he v e t t e o b e o d i g , ry i l , f ’ ” The Wo rld sMise r ! and e v e n more in t he poem ! ” al se In t slat t e t he c alled Apoc yp . hi r poet imagi nes a new w orld w hi c h sh all b e su pe rn at u ral in t he st rongest sense o f t he word ; t h at o f b ei ng more v i v id and posi t iv e t h an t h e nat u ral ; and no t (asit isso oft en imag t enu u sand v ined) more o oid . Or what empurpled blo o mst o o ust t he ro se ’ Or what st range grasst o glo w like angelsh air! The last l ne h ast he t u c o f t he t e st c w i o h ru my i , hi ch n es a t n and a e T c h a g hi g yet le v s it famili ar . rue a t st c u n ac t a t n t at ene all esw r i i p g i y, hi g h g r y go i t h t ue a t st c le as e isw e - e esse in t he s ew r r i i p ur , ll xpr d hr d li neso f t he poem print ed asa se quel t o anot h e r poem ” ! o Th c alled To a Go d At heist . e se quel isc alled To l ix l ON THEOD ORE M A YNARD ’ S P OEM S a Bad At e st w t t h a m h i , i h e c h r i ng explanat i o n ! Who w ro t e w h at he c alled a t ri ni t y o f meek re t ort s t o t he e c e d n em w c w e e no t mee b u pr i g po , hi h r k, t full ” o f e and ab mnabl s H d prid o i e he re y . e esc ri b e st he ’ b ad at e st s n asc nt a n n n t n b ut saw u h i mi d o i i g o hi g d st , sun and san w c is a c c u at e and e aust d ; hi h r xh i v e . An d in so far aspoet ry appealst o p art i c ul ar t empera ment s I m self find en ment e c all , y ! oy xpe i y in t he p art ! ” o f t he c o llec t i o n prope rly t o b e c alled L aughs ; in t he b alladso f feast i ng an d fellowshi p ; and e spe c ially in t h at su blime ab sol ut i o n grav ely offe red t o t he Du o f o f l ke N r o k .