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April
Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics
by
Bliss Carman
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THE
GIVERS OF LIFE
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WHO
called us forth out of darkness and gave us the
gift of life,
Who set our hands to the toiling, our feet in the
field of strife?
Darkly they mused, predestined to knowledge of
viewless things,
Sowing the seed of wisdom, guarding the living
springs.
Little they reckoned privation, hunger or hardship
or cold,
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the life might prosper, and the joy that grows not
old.
With sorceries subtler than music, with knowledge
older than speech,
Gentle as wind in the wheat-field, strong as the
tide on the beach
Out of their beauty and longing, out of their
raptures and tears,
In patience and pride they bore us, to war with
the warring years.
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Who
looked on the world before them, and summoned and
chose our sires,
Subduing the wayward impulse to the will of their
deep desires?
Sovereigns of ultimate issues under the greater
laws,
Theirs was the mistic mission of the eternal cause;
Confident, tender, courageous, leaving the low
for the higher,
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the feet of the nations out of the dust and the
mire;
Luring civilization on to the fair and new,
Given God’s bidding to follow, having God’s
business to do.
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Who
strengthened our souls with courage, and taught
us the ways of Earth?
Who gave us our patterns of beauty, our standards
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Mothers, unmilitant, lovely, moulding our manhood
then,
Walked in their woman’s glory, swaying the
might of men.
They schooled us to service and honor, modest
and clean and fair,—
The code of their worth of living, taught with
the sanction of prayer.
They were our sharers of sorrow, they were our
makers of joy,
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the lamp of manhood in the heart of the lonely boy.
Haloed with love and with wonder, in sheltered
ways they trod,
Seers of sublime divination, keeping the truce
of God.
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4.
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Who
called us from youth and dreaming, and set ambition
alight,
And made us fit for the contest,—men, by their
tender rite? |
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Sweethearts above our merit, charming our strength
and skill
To be the pride of their loving, to be the means
of their will.
If we be the builders of beauty, if we be the
masters of art,
Theirs were the gleaming ideals, theirs the uplift
of the heart.
Truly they measure the lightness of trappings
and ease and fame,
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the teeming desire of their yearning is ever and
ever the same:
To crown their lovers with gladness, to clothe
their sons with delight,
And see the men of their making lords in the best
man’s right.
Lavish of joy and labor, broken only by wrong,
These are the guardians of being, spirited, sentient
and strong.
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Theirs is the starry vision, theirs the inspiriting
hope,
Since Night, the brooding enchantress, promised
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Lo,
we have built and invented, reasoned, discovered
and planned,
To rear us a palace of splendor, and make us a heaven
by hand.
We are shaken with dark misgiving, as kingdoms
rise and fall;
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the women who went to found them are never
counted at all.
Versed in the soul’s traditions, skilled
in humanity’s lore,
They wait for their crown of rapture, and weep
for the sins of war.
And behold they turn from our triumphs, as it was
in the first of days,
For a little heaven of ardor and a little heartening
of praise.
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These are the rulers of kingdoms beyond the domains
of state,
Martyrs of all men’s folly, over-rulers of
fate.
These we will love and honor, these we will serve
and defend,
Fulfilling the pride of nature, till nature shall have
an end.
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is the code unwritten, this is the creed we hold, |
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the little and the lonely, gladdening the helpless
and old,—
Apart from the brunt of the battle our wondrous women
shall bide,
For the sake of a tranquil wisdom and the need
of a spirit’s guide.
Come they into assembly, or keep they another
door,
Our makers of life shall lighten the days as the years
of yore.
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The lure of their laughter shall lead us, the lilt of
their words shall sway.
Though life and death should defeat us, their solace
shall be our stay.
Veiled in mysterious beauty, vested in magical grace,
They have walked with angels at twilight and looked
upon glory’s face.
Life we will give for their safety, care for
their fruitful ease,
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we break at the toiling benches or go down
in the smoky seas.
This is the gospel appointed to govern a world
of men,
Till love has died, and the echoes have whispered
the last Amen.
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