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SING mountain wind thy strong superior song	A
Thy haughty alpine anthem over tracts	B
Whose passes and whose swift rock straitened streams	C
Catch mighty life and voice from thee and make	D
A lordly harmony on sea chafed heights	E
Sing mountain wind and take thine ancient tone	F
The grand austere imperial utterance	G
Which drives my soul before it back to days	H
In one dark hour of which when Storm rode high	I
Past broken hills and when the polar gale	J
Roared round the Otway with the bitter breath	K
That speaks for ever of the White South Land	L
Alone with God and Silence in the cold	M
I heard the touching tale of Basil Moss	N
A story shining with a woman s love	O
And who that knows that love can ever doubt	P
How dear divine sublime a thing it is	Q
For while the tale of Basil Moss was one	R
Not blackened with those stark satanic sins	S
Which call for superhuman sacrifice	T
Still from the records of the world s sad life	U
This great sweet gladdening fact at length we ve learned	V
There s not a depth to which a man can fall	W
No slough of crime in which such one can lie	I
Stoned with the scorn and curses of his kind	X
But that some tender woman can be found	Y
To love and shield him still	Z
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What was the fate	A2
Of Basil Moss who thirty years ago	B2
A brave high minded but impetuous youth	C2
Left happy homesteads in the sweetest isle	D2
That wears the sober light of Northern suns	E2
What happened him the man who crossed far fierce	F2
Sea circles of the hoarse Atlantic who	G2
Without a friend to help him in the world	H2
Commenced his battle in this fair young land	L
A Levite in the Temple Beautiful	I2
Of Art who struggled hard but found that here	J2
Both Bard and Painter learn by bitter ways	H
That they are aliens in the working world	H2
And that all Heaven s templed clouds at morn	K2
And sunset do not weigh one loaf of bread	L2
This was his tale For years he kept himself	M2
Erect and looked his troubles in the face	N2
And grappled them and being helped at last	O2
By one who found she loved him who became	P2
The patient sharer of his lot austere	Q2
He beat them bravely back but like the heads	R2
Of Lerna s fabled hydra they returned	V
From day to day in numbers multiplied	S2
And so it came to pass that Basil Moss	N
Who was though brave no mental Hercules	T2
Who hid beneath a calmness forced the keen	U2
Heart breaking sensibility which is	Q
The awful wild specific curse that clings	V2
Forever to the Poet s twofold life	U
Gave way at last but not before the hand	L
Of sickness fell upon him not before	W2
The drooping form and sad averted eyes	X2
Of hectic Hope that figure far and faint	Y2
Had given all his later thoughts a tongue	Z2
It is too late too late	A2
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There is no need	A3
To tell the elders of the English world	H2
What followed this From step to step the man	B3
Now fairly gripped by fierce Intemperance	X2
Descended in the social scale and though	B2
He struggled hard at times to break away	C3
And take the old free dauntless stand again	D3
He came to be as helpless as a child	E3
And Darkness settled on the face of things	X2
And Hope fell dead and Will was paralysed	E3
Yet sometimes in the gloomy breaks between	U2
Each fit of madness issuing from his sin	F3
He used to wander through familiar woods	X2
With God s glad breezes blowing in his face	X2
And try to feel as he was wont to feel	G3
In other years but never could he find	E3
Again his old enthusiastic sense	X2
Of Beauty never could he exorcize	X2
The evil spell which seemed to shackle down	H3
The fine keen subtle faculty that used	E3
To see into the heart of loveliness	X2
And therefore Basil learned to shun the haunts	X2
Where Nature holds her chiefest courts because	X2
They forced upon him in the saddest light	E3
The fact of what he was and once had been	F3
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So fared the drunkard for five awful years	X2
The last of which while lighting singing dells	X2
With many a flame of flowers found Basil Moss	X2
Cooped with his wife in one small wretched room	I3
And there one night the man when ill and weak	J3
A sufferer from his latest bout of sin	F3
Moaned stricken sorely with a fourfold sense	X2
Of all the degradation he had brought	E3
Upon himself and on his patient wife	U
And while he wrestled with his strong remorse	X2
He looked upon a sweet but pallid face	X2
And cried My God is this the trusting girl	K3
I swore to love to shield to cherish so	X2
But ten years back O what a liar I am	L3
She shivering in a thin and faded dress	X2
Beside a handful of pale smouldering fire	M3
On hearing Basil s words moved on her chair	N3
And turning to him blue beseeching eyes	X2
And pinched pathetic features faintly said	E3
O Basil love now that you seem to feel	G3
And understand how much I ve suffered since	X2
You first gave way now that you comprehend	E3
The bitter heart wear darling that has brought	E3
The swift sad silver to this hair of mine	O3
Which should have come with Age which came with Pain	P3
Do make one more attempt to free yourself	M2
From what is slowly killing both of us	X2
And if you do the thing I ask of you	G2
If you but try this once we may indeed	E3
We may be happy yet	E3
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Then Basil Moss	X2
Remembering in his marvellous agony	Q3
How often he had found her in the dead	E3
Of icy nights with uncomplaining eyes	X2
A watcher in a cheerless room for him	R3
And thinking too that often while he threw	G2
His scanty earnings over reeking bars	X2
The darling that he really loved through all	W
Was left without enough to eat then Moss	X2
I say sprang to his feet with sinews set	E3
And knotted brows and throat that gasped for air	N3
And cried aloud My poor poor girl I will	Z
And so he did and fought this time the fight	E3
Out to the bitter end and with the help	S3
Of prayers and unremitting tenderness	X2
He gained the victory at last but not	E3
No not before the agony and sweat	E3
Of fierce Gethsemanes had come to him	R3
And not before the awful nightly trials	X2
When set in mental furnaces of flame	P2
With eyes that ached and wooed in vain for sleep	T3
He had to fight the devil holding out	E3
The cup of Lethe to his fevered lips	X2
But still he conquered and the end was this	X2
That though he often had to face the eyes	X2
Of that bleak Virtue which is not of Christ	E3
Because the gracious Lord of Love was one with Him	R3
Who blessed the dying thief upon the cross	X2
He held his way with no unfaltering steps	X2
And gathered hope and light and never missed	E3
To do a thing for the sake of good	E3
And every day that glided through the world	E3
Saw some fine instance of his bright reform	U3
And some assurance he would never fall	W
Into the pits and traps of hell again	D3
And thus it came to pass that Basil s name	P2
Grew sweet with men and when he died his end	E3
Was calm was evening like and beautiful	I2
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Here ends the tale of Basil Moss To wives	X2
Who suffer as the Painter s darling did	E3
I dedicate these lines and hope they ll bear	N3
In mind those efforts of her lovely life	U
Which saved her husband s soul and proved that while	D2
A man who sins can entertain remorse	X2
He is not wholly lost If such as they	C3
But follow her they may be sure of this	X2
That Love that sweet authentic messenger	M3
From God can never fail while there is left	E3
Within the fallen one a single pulse	X2
Of what the angels call humanity	Q3

Henry Kendall

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