. The hope of the world and other poems. his great aim of the present work, simply becausethere he assumes the consummate burden which is laid uponthe poet as vates—the soothsayer, whom it would be well forthe nation to heed. As another poet has lately written:— Oh, let the angel be at once obeyedThat comes of pardon and of peace to tell. Mr. ITawkess blindness adds nothing to the value of hisverse or of his tliought, but also, it must be said, it does notneed to be considered in judging of the merit of his work. Itis simply one interesting incident in a poets career, and isto be judged as oth
. The hope of the world and other poems. his great aim of the present work, simply becausethere he assumes the consummate burden which is laid uponthe poet as vates—the soothsayer, whom it would be well forthe nation to heed. As another poet has lately written:— Oh, let the angel be at once obeyedThat comes of pardon and of peace to tell. Mr. ITawkess blindness adds nothing to the value of hisverse or of his tliought, but also, it must be said, it does notneed to be considered in judging of the merit of his work. Itis simply one interesting incident in a poets career, and isto be judged as other incidents are. That it has had its in-fluence in shaping his contemplation of the earth and its con-flicting dramas, that it has toned down his lightsome heart anddeepened his reflective judgment, is certain. But Mr. Hawk^sprivation of a precious sense in no respect affects these verynoteworthy songs, and especially leaves untouched the remark-able sequence of stanzas entitled The Hope of the World. —CiiAELES Goodrich THE HOPE OF THE I. THE BUILDEES. I hear the tramp of empires pondrous feet,With hideous hoofs that thunder through the street,That crush the weak and bear aloft the human agonv is in each beat. b^ Where are the toilers who have labored long,Into whose ear was never breathed a knew but work all through the wi-etched then dull sleep for labor to be strong ? Where are the builders of the centuries,Laboring afield and toiling on the for bricks their human hearts and their lives in others destinies ? Where are the builders of great ocean into creeks and the cordon of the solid cliff?We know them not, no poet sings their praise. Where are these toilers with the pick and the river and the their heads against the mountain-side,Upon whose back the yoke of earth is laid ? 26 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. Where are th
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