The Contented Man
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe

IV

Finistere
Old David Smail
The Wonderer
Oh, It Is Good

V

I Have Some Friends
The Quest
The Comforter
The Other One
Catastrophe

BOOK FOUR
WINTER

I

Priscilla
A Casualty
The Blood-Red _Fourragere_
Jim

II

Kelly of the Legion
The Three Tommies
The Twa Jocks

III

His Boys
The Booby-Trap
Bonehead Bill

IV

A Lapse of Time and a Word of Explanation
Michael
The Wife
Victory Stuff
Was It You?

V

_Les Grands Mutiles_
The Sightless Man
The Legless Man
The Faceless Man

L'Envoi

BALLADS OF A BOHEMIAN

Prelude

Alas! upon some starry height,
The Gods of Excellence to please,
This hand of mine will never smite
The Harp of High Serenities.
Mere minstrel of the street am I,
To whom a careless coin you fling;
But who, beneath the bitter sky,
Blue-lipped, yet insolent of eye,
Can shrill a song of Spring;
A song of merry mansard days,
The cheery chimney-tops among;
Of rolics and of roundelays
When we were young . . . when we were young;
A song of love and lilac nights,
Of wit, of wisdom and of wine;
Of Folly whirling on the Heights,
Of hunger and of hope divine;
Of Blanche, Suzette and Celestine,
And all that gay and tender band
Who shared with us the fat, the lean,
The hazard of Illusion-land;
When scores of Philistines we slew
As mightily with brush and pen
We sought to make the world anew,
And scorned the gods of other men;
When we were fools divinely wise,
Who held it rapturous to strive;
When Art was sacred in our eyes,
And it was Heav'n to be alive. . . .

O days of glamor, glory, truth,
To you to-night I raise my glass;
O freehold of immortal youth,
Bohemia, the lost, alas!
O laughing lads who led the romp,
Respectable you've grown, I'm told;
Your heads you bow to power and pomp,
You've learned to