Puslapio vaizdai

His face wore a look of eager joy, and he opened his arms wide. Alicia flew into them, and her brown head was on his breast.

At that moment, clear and vibratingly sweet, close over them, came the matchless song of the veery.



(To former pupils, after reading Wordsworth's
Ode on Immortality)

By Eugene R. Musgrove

Again I take the great Ode from its place
And yield myself to its majestic sway.
Across the page the same old glories play,
And "trailing clouds of glory" I retrace
The gifts that glorify the commonplace;
For tho we all like sheep have gone astray,
Still Faith's unerring finger points the way
With clearness that our doubts can not efface.

But lo! today new "clouds of glory" come.
Transfigured by the light of memory:

In letters that would strike Belshazzar dumb
Your names are flashed-with joy, with joy I see,
And in my Arcady I count the sum

Of all the nameless things you are to me.

The editor of the Granite Monthly was gratified to receive, recently, a letter from Mr. Brookes More in which the generous donor of the $50 prize for the best poem published in the magazine during 1921 expressed his satisfaction with the results of the contest; said that his check was ready for the winner when announced to him by the judges; and expressed his willingness to continue the competition through 1922 under slightly changed conditions. It is needless to say that the Granite Monthly was pleased to accept Mr. More's suggestions and is glad to announce that he will award the same sum, $50, to the author of the best poem printed in the Granite Monthly during the year 1922. It is Mr. More's opinion, in which we coincide, that the best interests of the magazine and of the competition will be served by the adoption of the following two rules: No "free verse" will be eligible for the prize and those who desire to enter the contest must become subscribers for the Granite Monthly. It is hoped to be able to secure the services of the same board

of able judges as for 1921; and it is also hoped that their decision of the prize winner for last year may be announced in the February number.

Kind words for the Granite Monthly in the state press are frequently seen and highly appreciated. Says the Rochester Courier editorially: "The literary merit of the magazine has never been on so high a plane, and, with its devotion to the interests of New Hampshire, it is a distinct asset to the state. Long may it continue to flourish and prosper under its present management.' The Claremont Eagle expresses pleasure that the continuance of the magazine for another year is assured and says:"Since

1878 it has been published and has never failed to live up to its mission as the 'New Hampshire State Magazine.' It should have a more generous support with its advancing years.'

In accordance with the terms of a concurrent resolution adopted by the legislature of 1921 a committee composed of former State Senator Elmer E. Woodbury of Woodstock, Admiral Joseph B. Murdock of Hill and Major John G. Winant of Concord is engaged in securing by patriotic contributions the necessary funds for placing in the New Hampshire capitol a worthy portrait in oils of Abraham Lincoln. An appeal will be made especially to the school children of the state during the second week of January and ten cents from each child would provide the sum thought necessary for the purpose. Contributions from other sources will be welcome, however.

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We shall begin in the February Granite Monthly the publication of "Homespun Yarns from the Red Barn Farm" partly fact and partly fiction, but in both respects giving as true a picture of rural New Hampshire 70 years ago as ever was printed, in our

opinion. The author, Mrs. Zillah George Dexter, of Franconia, draws upon the experiences of her own girlhood among the mountains for much of her manuscript and the results seem to us most interesting and enjoyable.

By Reignold Kent Marvin

The tides of Rivermouth at God's behest
Sweep clean New Hampshire's seaport day by day
And like good servants let no refuse stay,
But broom it far to sea, now east, now west.
So deep the thresh of tides, there is no rest
For sunken skeletons of ships and men
That ever grind in restless graves and then
Moan low for quiet beds of bones more blest.
But when at last the sea gives up its dead,-
A risen fleet well manned by ghostly crew,
The Spanish galleon and East Indian bark,
A phantom argosy by Nereus led,-

Will set worn sails the voyage to renew
To sunset harbors gleaming through the dark.


Anthologies of Magazine Verse for 1920 and 1921. Edited by William Stanley Braithwaite. Boston: Small, Maynard and Co.

These two years, William Stanley Braithwaite has more than maintained his position as the nation's most brilliant critic of poetry. He has “discovered" many American poets that otherwise might have still been singing in obscurity, he knows the field of modern poetical endeavor as no other man on this side of the water, his appraisals and reviews are just, his opinions well founded, his annual collections of magazine verse quite unequalled among all modern anthologies. And in making these selections from the year's output of periodical verse, Mr. Braithwaite renders double service, on the one hand bringing the poets to the public, on the other bringing the public to the poets. His selections will curry favor with no particular group of stylists, will please no one cult. The are, in their way, well nigh universal. Conceivably, no one will enjoy every bit of verse in the anthology, but agree or disagree, it must be admitted that rarely have there been made selections so excel

Hazel Hall continues her even way,
Elinor Wylie springs from nowhere
to add no small bit to the output of
'21. Sara Teasdale, Katharine Lee
Bates, John Gould Fletcher, Mrs.
Richard Aldington, Robert Frost,
John Hall Wheelock, Edgar Lee Mas-
ters, Amy Lowell, Scudder Middle-
ton, Gamaliel Bradford, Edward O'
Brien, Edwin Arlington Robinson,
Clement Wood, Christopher Morley
and Charles Wharton Stock appear
and reappear through the two years.
Amanda Benjamin Hall, Agnes Lee
and Djuna Barnes, all promising
figures of 1920, have nearly dropped
from sight; to take their places come
Miss Wylie, John V. A. Weaver, and
Adul Tima, claiming first brilliance
this year, perhaps to be forgotten the


lently impartial. To collect the best in magazine verse year by year can be no small task, yet for his part, Mr. Braithwaite is quite equal to it. His former anthologies are accurate mirrors of the poetic trend of those times, in fact the student of American poetical progress in the Twentieth Century can do no better than read them through. They will teach him much that the ordinary book cannot.

Even two such closely linked years as those of 1920 and 1921 offer interesting comparison. Some of the voices of last year are silent; others take their place. David Morton on the one hand and Edna St. Vincent Millay on the other, seem the two finest youthful lutanists of the day,

Moreover, in the back of the Anthology lurk yet new poets of the future, not a few of them identified with the Granite Monthly prize contest, perhaps making their first public appeartherein. Many of them, it seems, will go far. Next year will undoubtedly see some few honored on Mr. Braithwaite's pages.


Of the output of 1920, Mrs. Aldington's "The Islands," Miss A. B. Hall's "Dancer," Mr. Morton's "Garden Wall," Louis Ginsberg's "April," Miss Millay's lyrics and Sara Teasdale's, Conrad Aiken's "Asphalt,' Margaret Adelaide Wilson's "Babylon," Mr. Masters' "A Republic," Miss Lee's "Old Lizette," Mr. Untermyer's "Auction," and Miss Barnes "Dead Favorite," seemed the best. The pattern of 1921 is entirely different; of them all, Miss Millay, Miss Teasdale, Mr Morton alone may match their excellences of the former year. The pick of the new collection seems Maxwell Anderson's "St Agnes' Morning." Katharine Lee Bates' "Brief Life," H. D.'s fragments of

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