Article January 16, 1902 Issue

What Then?

A RECENT number of The Outlook (N. Y.) publishes the following interrogative poem by Herbert Newton Casson:—

When the mind is mapped as streets are—row on row;
When the heart is tamed from Love's unreasoning throe;
When the poet's winged fancy
Is an outgrown necromancy;
When the rain of inspiration turns to snow:
What then?

When all doubts and. fears alike are backward cast;
When the dream of world-wide Brotherhood is past;
When the prophet's radiant vision
Is too futile for derision;
When the soul is but a formula at last:
What then?