Collected Works (Vol. II)

ASCENSION DAY 163 745 750 735 760 765 770 775 That worthy Yankee millionaire, And wealthy nephews, young and fair, The pleasing Crawfords ! Lost ! Lost! Lost ! % “The Holy Spirit, friend! beware !” Ah ! ten days yet to Pentecost ! The reader Come that, I promise you—-but stay ! may hope. At-present ’tis Ascension Day ! At least your faith should be content. Summary. I quarrel not with this event. Reader os: The supernatural element? chapel. ° I deny nothing—at the term It is just Nothing I affirm. The fool (with whom is wisdom, deem The Scriptures—rightly !) in his heart Saith (silent, to himself, apart) This secret: “ obs Pe? 9 See the good Psalm! And thus, my friend ! My diatribes approach the end And find us hardly quarrelling. And yet—you seem not satisfiedP The literal mistranslated thing © Must not by sinners be denied. Go to your Chapel then to pray ! (I promise Mr. Chesterton % Before the Muse and I have done A grand ap-pre-ci-a-ti-on . Of Brixton on Ascension Day.) He’s gone—his belly filled enough ! Future plans of This Robert-Browning-manqué stuff ! poet. Jesus ’Twill serve—Mercutio’s scratch !—to show dismissed with a jest. Where God and I are disagreed. There! I have let my feelings go This once. Again? I deem not so. Once for my fellow-creature’s need ! The rest of life, for self-control,®! For liberation of the soul! ® This once, the truth! In future, best Dismissing Jesus with a jest. Ah! Christ ascends?* Ascension day? The Jest. Old wonders bear the bell ®! away? Santos-Dumont, though! Who can say?