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She saw the quiet men depart, She saw them leave the river-side, She saw them brave with sturdy art The surges of the angry tide, And disappear; the while her heart

Sank down in dismal loneliness. Then came her vexing thoughts again; And quick, as if she broke duress Of heavy weariness or pain, She sought the study's dim recess,

Where rank on rank, against the wall, The mighty men of every land Stood mutely waiting for the call Of him who, with his single hand, Had bravely met and mastered all.

The gray old monarchs of the pen Looked down with calm, benignant gaze, And Augustine and Origen And Ansel justified the ways— The wondrous ways—of God with men.

Among the tall hierophants Angelical Aquinas stood; While Witsius held the "Covenants," And Irenaeus, wise and good, Couched low his silver-bearded lance

For strife with heresy and schism, And Turretin with lordly nod Gave system to the dogmatism That analyzed the thought of God As light is painted by a prism.

Great Luther, with his great disputes, And Calvin, with his finished scheme, And Charnock, with his "Attributes," And Taylor with his poet's dream Of theologic flowers and flutes,

And Thomas Fuller, old and quaint, And Cudworth, dry with dust of gold, And South, the sharp and witty saint, With Howe and Owen—broad and bold— And Leighton still without the taint

Of earth upon his robe of white, Stood side by side with Hobbes and Locke, And, braced by many an acolyte, With Edwards standing on his rock, And all New England's men of might,

Whose gifts and offices divine Had crowned her with a kingly crown, And solemn doctors from the Rhine, With Fichte, Kant, and Hegel, down Through all the long and stately line!

As Mildred saw the awful host, She felt within no motive stir To realize her girlish boast, And knew they held no more for her Than if each volume were a ghost.