BEES IN AMBER

A LITTLE BOOK OF THOUGHTFUL VERSE

BY JOHN OXENHAM

1913

TO THOSE I HOLD DEAREST

THIS OF MY BEST.

CONTENTS

CREDO

NEW YEAR'S DAY AND EVERYDAY

PHILOSOPHER'S GARDEN

FLOWERS OF THE DUST

THE PILGRIM WAY

EVERYMAID

BETTER AND BEST

THE SHADOW

THE POTTER

NIGHTFALL

THE PRUNER

THE WAYS

SEEDS

WHIRRING WHEELS

THE BELLS OF YS

THE LITTLE POEM OF LIFE

CUP OF MIXTURE

WEAVERS ALL

THE CLEARER VISION

SHADOWS

THE INN OF LIFE

LIFE'S CHEQUER-BOARD

CROSS-ROADS

QUO VADIS?

TAMATE

BURDEN-BEARERS

THE IRON FLAIL

SARK

E.A.

THE PASSING OF THE QUEEN

THE GOLDEN CORD

THANK GOD FOR PEACE!

GOD'S HANDWRITING

STEPHEN--SAUL

PAUL

WAKENING

MACEDONIA, 1903

HEARTS IN EXILE

WANDERED

BIDE A WEE!

THE WORD THAT WAS LEFT UNSAID

DON'T WORRY!

THE GOLDEN ROSE

GADARA, A.D. 31

THE BELLS OF STEPAN ILINE

BOLT THAT DOOR!

GIANT CIRCUMSTANCE

THE HUNGRY SEA

WE THANK THEE, LORD

THE VAIL

NO EAST OR WEST

THE DAY--THE WAY

LIBERTY, EQUALITY, FRATERNITY

FREEMEN

THE LONG ROAD

THE CHRIST

THE BALLAD OF LOST SOULS

PROFIT AND LOSS

FREE MEN OF GOD

TREASURE-TROVE

THE GATE

BRING US THE LIGHT

ALL'S WELL!

HIS MERCY ENDURETH FOR EVER

GOD IS GOOD

SOME--AND SOME

THE PRINCE OF LIFE

JUDGMENT DAY

DARKNESS AND LIGHT

INDIA

LIVINGSTONE

LIVINGSTONE THE BUILDER

LIVINGSTONE'S SOLILOQUY

KAPIOLANI

THEY COME!

PROCESSIONALS

FAITH

"I WILL!"

A LITTLE TE DEUM OF THE COMMONPLACE

POLICEMAN X

YOUR PLACE

IN NARROW WAYS

SHUT WINDOWS

PROPS

BED-ROCK

AFTER WORK

KAPIOLANI IN RAROTONGAN

AUTHOR'S APOLOGY

In these rushful days an apology is advisable, if not absolutely essential, from any man, save the one or two elect, who has the temerity to publish a volume of verse.

These stray lines, such as they are, have come to me from time to time, I hardly know how or whence; certainly not of deliberate intention or of malice aforethought. More often than not they have come to the interruption of other, as it seemed to me, more important--and undoubtedly more profitable--work.

They are for the most part, simply attempts at concrete and rememberable expression of ideas--ages old most of them--which "asked for more."

Most writers, I imagine, find themselves at times in that same predicament--worried by some thought which dances within them and stubbornly refuses to be satisfied with the sober dress of prose. For their own satisfaction and relief, in such a case, if they be not fools they endeavour to garb it more to its liking, and so find peace. Or, to vary the metaphor, they pluck the Bee out of their Bonnet and pop it into such amber as they happen to have about them or are able to evolve, and so put an end to its buzzing.

In their previous states these little Bonnet-Bees of mine have apparently given pleasure to quite a number of intelligent and thoughtful folk; and now--chiefly, I am bound to say, for my own satisfaction in seeing them all together--I have gathered them into one bunch.

If they please you--good! If not, there is no harm done, and one man is content.

JOHN OXENHAM

CREDO

Not what, but WHOM, I do believe, That, in my darkest hour of need, Hath comfort that no mortal creed To mortal man may give;-- Not what, but WHOM! For Christ is more than all the creeds, And His full life of gentle deeds Shall all the creeds outlive. Not what I do believe, but WHOM! WHO walks beside me in the gloom? WHO shares the burden wearisome? WHO all the dim way doth illume, And bids me look beyond the tomb The larger life to live?-- Not what I do believe, BUT WHOM! Not what, But WHOM!

NEW YEAR'S DAY--AND EVERY DAY

_Each man is Captain of his Soul, And each man his own Crew, But the Pilot knows the Unknown Seas,