VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE MENU OF THE OMAR KHAYYÁM CLUB APRIL 22, 1910 OOSES and Wine your OMAR brings, Yet o'er the Cup, a Moment-Space, Peers into Naught with wistful Face, As One who views but bygone Things. Not so with Us. Our larger Scope Looks backward through the Past to see Not what has been, but what may beWe drink, not Memory, but Hope. 1910. LA BONNE COMÉDIE "Les Précieuses Ridicules' allèrent aux nues dès le premier jour. Un vieillard s'écria du milieu du parterre: Courage, Molière!' voilà de la bonne comédie!" (Notice sur Molière.) RUE Comedy circum praecordia ludit— TRU It warms the heart's cockles. 'Twas thus That simple old Critic, who smote on his knee, "True Comedy ! " Ah! there is this thing. about it, If it makes the House merry, you never need doubt it: It lashes the vicious; it laughs at the fool; And it brings all the prigs and pretenders to school. To the poor it is kind; to the plain it is gentle; Its rules are the rules ARISTOTLE has taught us; Its mission is neither to praise nor to blame; It clears out the cobwebs; it freshens the air; And it treads in the steps of its Master, MOLIÈRE ! 1910. IN MEMORIAM (FRIDAY, MAY 20, 1910) "Extinctus amabitur idem.” Hor. Epist., II. i, 14. HE that was King an hour ago Is King no more; and we that bend Beside the bier, too surely know We lose a Friend. His was no "blood-and-iron ❞ blend To write in tears a ruthless reign; Rather he strove to heal again The half-healed wound, to hide the scar, To purge away the lingering stain Of racial war. Thus, though no trophies deck his car A star of brotherhood, not scorn, |