University of Notre Dame - Dome Yearbook (Notre Dame, IN)

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the cities of Cibaldo or the names of plains and plateaus. He will go, the seeker, taking his visions in his hands, in the full sails of his ships, in the quiet waiting of his followers. He will find it, waiting at morning, and will plant the cross of his faith in the ground. The new places will be his: he will grow, knowing it, the living form of his vision, the locked secret of the legends. Then, restlessly at night, secret words will come on the wind, signs of another land, another people; and he will follow them. He will go, man the seeker, wandering, searching always on the earth. 25

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- r- On the earth there are undiscovered things, and the seeker will hear of them: he will hear in a dream the pounding of surf on yellow beaches; in the port cities he will hear legends of a strange-talking people, of a land seen from ship deck, swelling in the dusk, gone at morning, its sight remem- bered for the telling; by his fires at night he will hear the rolling words of wanderers, saying the new sounds of lands back of the last-known land- marks. Then man will think of the new names, will sound them on his tongue, and he will go. He will search for them, the seeker, whether it be 24

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BEHIND A HILL the shields stir; colors flash, beading the sun, and a man steps over the rise, foot thrust forward, sword drawn Cuchulain of Muirthemne, High King of Ulster and of the spirit of men who fight. For man, coming upon the new-found places, must take the land for his own, and pass on, searching, fighting, for the right to own and people. Man the warrior, observe his slow winding, like rivers moving to a mighty sea, flinging out upon the wave beat: the spent legions of Alexander, intent upon Asia; the phantom trails of Boone, coming and passing through the land, as the wind brushes the pines; stacatto rolls of cavalry raids in the South; and the tongs of tracer fire at planes diving in a rainy sky. These are the forms of fighting men of all the ages. Mark them well: the blood rises, and they fight to defend right, to prosecute that which is just but not always. And ebbing, then tiding at sudden moments, death, too, in its own way, will come. And above the cities of the plateau, man the warrior will drop his shield and fall, a giant, his blood running out on the ground, losing itself in legend to the quiet-living people who will come and look in wonder on its stain. 26