In Thrall To Love [pp. 32]

32 In Tlirall to Love. [Jul
necessities run parallel with those of other we may create an empire here, of healt
arid countries, not with those of humid re- prosperity, and development; while the alt
gions like England and the Atlantic States. native is a dwindled population and waste
In the maxims and practice of countries re- resources. The better work had made go
sembling our own in this particular, we may progress before the halt called by this dec
find useful guidance. Our great plains and ion. It may not be doubted that it will be r
valleys must be utilized; our foothills be sumed, and any obstacle will be legallyswe
clothed with cultivated verdure; our streams away by imperious public necessity like ch
must be taken from their useless and shift- from the threshing floor.
ing beds, and given the widest scope. Then A. A. Sargent.
IN THRALL TO LOVE.
I am so weak, ah me!
Alas, for Love doth hold me thrall;
Bitter the bondage is, and yet how sweet
Sweeeter than all
Perfumed fruits of Araby.
I am so weak, -ah me!
Vexed with these weary, troubling chains
Of hopeless love, so fettering hands and feet
In aching pains
That Peace has left me utterly.
Pale Sorrow sups with me,
Breaking, in tears, a poor thin crust, A poor thin crust that Love doles out to me,
Who did him trust
So faithfully, so faithfully.
And yet this pittance small
More grateful is than any feast
That could be spread, howe'er abundantly,
Did not its least