VOL. VI.

THE TEXAS REVIEW

JANUARY, 1921.

No. 2.

Entered as second-class matter June 7, 1915, at the postoffice at
Austin, Texas, under the Act of March 3, 1879.

EDITOR, Robert Adger Law.
MANAGING EDITOR, Miles L. Hanley

French Works in the Wrenn Collection... Aaron Schaffer 119

CONTRIBUTORS TO THE JANUARY NUMBER

STANTON A. COBLENTZ, who contributed a poem, "The Unassailable," to the July, 1920, number of the Review, lives in New York City.

CARL HOLLIDAY is dean and professor of English of the University of Toledo, Ohio.

J. F. SCHELTEMA, recently at Yale University but now living in Amsterdam, Netherlands, has written much on international relations. Mr. Scheltema wrote "Juliet's Tomb" in the October Review.

VIRGIL L. JONES is professor of English in the University of Arkansas.

AARON SCHAFFER, a frequent contributor to the Review, is instructor in Romance languages in the University of Texas. GRACE DELANO CLARK (Mrs. D. L. Clark), formerly of Adelphi College, now resides in Austin, Texas.

P. B. McDONALD is assistant professor of English in New York University.

A. J. MORRISON, who has written many historical studies for the Review and for other periodicals, is now in Washington, D. C.

HOWARD MUMFORD JONES is an advisory editor of the Review.

THE ALL BEHOLDING

BY STANTON A. COBLENTZ

Pondering till the world had slipped from view, And earth and time and space, all sights and sounds, Were clustered in one vibrant dot of thought, Suddenly I beheld within my grasp

The universe, eternal and complete,

To the furthest stretch of distance and of years.

The remotest star-swarms, cyclopean voids

That gape between, the unnumbered souls that dwell From shore to shore-line of infinity,

All stood before my vision; and I gazed

From end to end of the cosmic roads of time,
And saw, as though in one unchanging instant,
The swirling nebulae congealed to suns,
And suns grow old and rayless, then relighted
To nebulae once more, while race on race
Leapt into being for an age or two,

Then flashed away like sparks before the anvil.
And yet there was no time, there was no space;
All that I saw was real, and real forever;
And what had being, never ceased to form
Part of the changeless landscape of the years.
The universe was like a mighty scroll,
Whereof most often but a glimpse was given;
But now that I beheld it all unfolded

I knew that what was written on its parchment
Had been there always, could not be erased.
Men that cast eye one moment on the writing
And saw it not again, might think it vanished;
But with the vision of the all-beholding,-
The vision-could it be?-of the divine,-
I saw a universe complete and changeless