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 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS, 
 
 AND OTHER POEMS.
 
 BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS, 
 
 AND OTHEK POEMS. 
 
 JOHN GEEENLEAF IWHITTIEB. 
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 To H. P. S 9 
 
 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS 11 
 
 HOW THE WOMEN WENT FROM DOVER . . .20 
 
 A SUMMER PILGRIMAGE 29 
 
 THE Eocii-ToMB OF BRADORE 34 
 
 STORM ON LAKE ASQUAM 38 
 
 THE WISHING BRIDGE 40 
 
 THE MYSTIC S CHRISTMAS 44 
 
 WHAT THE TRAVELER SAID AT SUNSET . . .47 
 
 A GREETING 50 
 
 WILSON 53 
 
 IN MEMORY 56 
 
 THE POET AND THE CHILDREN 60 
 
 KABBI ISHMAEL 63 
 
 VALUATION 65 
 
 WINTER ROSES 67 
 
 HYMN .69
 
 viii CONTENTS. 
 
 GODSPEED . .72 
 
 AT LAST . . . 73 
 
 OUR COUNTRY ,75 
 
 THE "STORY OF IDA" ....... 81 
 
 AN AUTOGRAPH 82
 
 To H. P. S. 
 
 FROM the green Amesbury Mil which bears 
 
 the name 
 
 Of that half mythic ancestor of mine 
 Who trod its slopes two hundred years ago, 
 Down the long valley of the Merrimac 
 Midway between me and the river s mouth, 
 I see thy home, set like an eagle s nest 
 Among Deer Island s immemorial pines, 
 Crowning the crag on which the sunset breaks 
 Its last red arrow. Many a tale and song, 
 Which thou hast told or sung, I call to mind, 
 Softening with silvery mist the woods and hills, 
 The out-thrust headlands and in-reaching bays 
 Of our northeastern coast-line, trending where 
 The Gulf, midsummer, feels the chill blockade 
 Of icebergs stranded at its northern gate. 
 
 To thee the echoes of the Island Sound
 
 10 TO n. p. s. 
 
 Answer not vainly, nor in vain the moan 
 
 Of the South Breaker prophesying storm. 
 
 And thou hast listened, like myself, to men 
 
 Sea-periled oft where Anticosti lies 
 
 Like a fell spider in its web of fog, 
 
 Or where the Grand Bank shallows with the 
 
 wrecks 
 
 Of sunken fishers ; and to whom strange isles 
 And frost-rimmed bays and trading stations 
 
 seem 
 
 Familiar as Great Neck and Kettle Cove, 
 Nubble and Boon, the common names of home. 
 
 So let me offer thee this lay of mine, 
 
 Simple and homely, lacking much thy play 
 
 Of color and of fancy. If its theme 
 
 And treatment seem to thee befitting youth 
 
 Rather than age, let this be my excuse : 
 
 It has beguiled some heavy hours and called 
 
 Some pleasant memories up ; and, better still, 
 
 Occasion lent me for a kindly word 
 
 To one who is my neighbor and my friend.
 
 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 
 
 THE skipper sailed out of the harbor mouth, 
 Leaving the apple-bloom of the South 
 For the ice of the Eastern seas, 
 In his fishing schooner Breeze. 
 
 Handsome and brave and young was he, 
 And the maids of Newbury sighed to see 
 
 His lessening white sail fall 
 
 Under the sea s blue wall. 
 
 Through the Northern Gulf and the misty 
 
 screen 
 Of the isles of Mingan and Madeleine, 
 
 St. Paul s and Blanc Sablon, 
 
 The little Breeze sailed on,
 
 12 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 
 
 Backward and forward, along the shore 
 Of lorn and desolate Labrador, 
 
 And found at last her way 
 
 To the Seven Islands Bay. 
 
 The little hamlet, nestling below 
 Great hills white with lingering snow, 
 With its tin-roofed chapel stood 
 Half hid in the dwarf spruce wood ; 
 
 Green-turfed, flower-sown, the last outpost 
 Of summer upon the dreary coast, 
 
 With its gardens small and spare, 
 
 Sad in the frosty air. 
 
 Hard by where the skipper s schooner lay, 
 A fisherman s cottage looked away 
 
 Over isle and bay, and behind 
 
 On mountains dim-defined. 
 
 And there twin sisters, fair and young, 
 Laughed with their stranger guest, and sung
 
 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 13 
 
 In their native tongue the lays 
 Of the old Proven9al days. 
 
 Alike were they, save the faint outline 
 Of a scar on Suzette s forehead fine; 
 And both, it so befell, 
 Loved the heretic stranger well. 
 
 Both were pleasant to look upon, 
 
 But the heart of the skipper clave to one; 
 
 Though less by his eye than heart 
 
 He knew the twain apart. 
 
 Despite of alien race and creed, 
 
 Well did his wooing of Marguerite speed; 
 
 And the mother s wrath was vain 
 
 As the sister s jealous pain. 
 
 The shrill-tongued mistress her house forbade, 
 And solemn warning was sternly said 
 
 By the black-robed priest, whose word, 
 
 As law the hamlet heard.
 
 14 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 
 
 But half by voice and half by signs 
 The skipper said, " A warm sun shines 
 
 On the green-banked Merrimac ; 
 
 Wait, watch, till I come back. 
 
 "And when you see, from my mast head, 
 The signal fly of a kerchief red, 
 
 My boat on the shore shall wait ; 
 
 Come, when the night is late." 
 
 All ! weighed with childhood s haunts and 
 
 friends, 
 And all that the home sky overbends, 
 
 Did ever young love fail 
 
 To turn the trembling scale ? 
 
 Under the night, on the wet sea sands, 
 Slowly unclasped their plighted hands : 
 
 One to the cottage hearth, 
 
 And one to his sailor s berth. 
 
 What was it the parting lovers heard ? 
 Nor leaf, nor ripple, nor wing of bird,
 
 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 15 
 
 But a listener s stealthy tread 
 On the rock-moss, crisp and dead. 
 
 He weighed his anchor, and fished once more 
 By the black coast-line of Labrador ; 
 
 And by love and the north wind driven, 
 Sailed back to the Islands Seven. 
 
 In the sunset s glow the sisters twain 
 Saw the Breeze come sailing in again ; 
 
 Said Suzette, " Mother dear, 
 
 The heretic s sail is here." 
 
 " Go, Marguerite, to your room, and hide ; 
 
 Your door shall be bolted ! " the mother 
 
 cried : 
 
 While Suzette, ill at ease, 
 Watched the red sign of the Breeze. 
 
 At midnight, down to the waiting skiff 
 She stole in the shadow of the cliff; 
 And out of the Bay s mouth ran 
 The schooner with maid and man.
 
 16 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 
 
 And all night long, on a restless bed, 
 
 Her prayers to the Virgin Marguerite said ; 
 
 And thought of her lover s pain 
 
 Waiting for her in vain. 
 
 Did he pace the sands? Did he pause to hear 
 The sound of her light step drawing near? 
 And, as the slow hours passed, 
 Would he doubt her faith at last? 
 
 But when she saw through the misty pane, 
 The morning break on a sea of rain, 
 
 Could even her love avail 
 
 To follow his vanished sail? 
 
 Meantime the Breeze, with favoring wind, 
 Left the rugged Moisic hills behind, 
 
 And heard from an unseen shore 
 
 The falls of Manitou roar. 
 
 On the morrow s morn, in the thick, gray 
 
 weather 
 They sat on the reeling deck together,
 
 THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 17 
 
 Lover and counterfeit, 
 Of hapless Marguerite. 
 
 With a lover s hand, from her forehead fair 
 He smoothed away her jet-black hair. 
 
 What was it his fond eyes met? 
 
 The scar of the false Suzette ! 
 
 Fiercely he shouted : " Bear away 
 East by north for Seven Isles Bay ! " 
 The maiden wept and prayed, 
 But the ship her helm obeyed. 
 
 Once more the Bay of the Isles they found: 
 They heard the bell of the chapel sound, 
 And the chant of the dying sung 
 In the harsh, wild Indian tongue. 
 
 A feeling of mystery, change, and awe 
 Was in all they heard and all they saw : 
 Spell-bound the hamlet lay 
 
 In the hush of its lonely bay. 
 2
 
 18 TUE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 
 
 And when they came to the cottage door, 
 The mother rose up from her weeping sore, 
 
 And with angry gestures met 
 
 The scared look of Suzette. 
 
 " Here is your daughter," the skipper said ; 
 " Give me the one I love instead." 
 
 But the woman sternly spake ; 
 
 " Go, see if the dead will wake ! " 
 
 lie looked. Her sweet face still and white 
 And strange in the noonday taper light, 
 
 She lay on her little bed, 
 
 With the cross at her feet and head. 
 
 In a passion of grief the strong man bent 
 Down to her face, and, kissing it, went 
 
 Back to the waiting Breeze, 
 
 Back to the mournful seas. 
 
 Never again to the Merrimac 
 
 And Newbury s homes that bark came back.
 
 TUE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS. 19 
 
 Whether her fate she met 
 On the shores of Carraquette, 
 
 Miscou, or Tracaclie, who can say? 
 But even yet at Seven Isles Bay 
 
 Is told the ghostly tale 
 
 Of a weird, unspoken sail, 
 
 In the pale, sad light of the Northern day 
 Seen by the blanketed Montagnais, 
 
 Or squaw, in her small kyack, 
 
 Crossing the spectre s track. 
 
 On the deck a maiden wrings her hands ; 
 
 Pier likeness kneels on the gray coast sands ; 
 One in her wild despair, 
 And one in the trance of prayer. 
 
 She flits before no earthly blast, 
 
 The red sign fluttering from her mast, 
 
 Over the solemn seas, 
 
 The ghost of the schooner Breeze !
 
 HOW THE WOMEN WENT FROM DOVER. 
 
 16G2. 
 
 THE tossing spray of Cocheco s fall 
 Hardened to ice on its rocky wall, 
 As through Dover town, in the chill, gray 
 
 dawn, 
 Three women passed, at the cart-tail drawn ! 1 
 
 1 The following is a copy of the warrant issued by Ma 
 jor Waldron, of Dover, in 1GG2. The Quakers, as was 
 their wont, prophesied against him, and saw, as they sup 
 posed, the fulfillment of their prophecy when, many years 
 after, he was killed by the Indians. 
 
 To the constables of Dover, Hampton, Salisbury, Nen-bury, 
 Rowley, Jpswich, Wenham, Lynn, Boston, Roxlmry, Ded- 
 ham, and until these vagabond Quakers are carried out of 
 this jurisdiction. 
 
 You, and every one of you, are required, in the King s 
 Majesty s name, to take these vagabond Quakers, Anne 
 Column, Mary Tomkins, and Alice Ambrose, and make 
 them fast to the cart s tail, and driving the cart through
 
 UO W THE WOMEN WENT FROM DOVER. 21 
 
 Bared to the waist for the north wind s grip 
 And keener sting of the constable s whip, 
 The blood that followed each hissing blow 
 Froze as it sprinkled the winter snow. 
 
 Priest and ruler, boy and maid 
 Followed the dismal cavalcade ; 
 And from door and window, open thrown, 
 Looked and wondered gaffer and crone. 
 
 your several towns, to whip them upon their naked 
 backs not exceeding ten stripes apiece on each of them 
 in each town ; and so to convey them from constable 
 to constable till they are out of this jurisdiction, as you 
 will answer it at your peril ; and this shall be your war 
 rant. RICHARD WALDRON. 
 Dated at Dover, December 22, 1662. 
 
 This warrant was executed only in Dover and Hamp 
 ton. At Salisbury the constable refused to obey it. He 
 was sustained by the town s people, who were under the 
 influence of Major Robert Pike, the leading man in the 
 lower valley of the Merrimac, who stood far in advance 
 of his time, as an advocate of religious freedom, and an 
 opponent of ecclesiastical authority. He had the moral 
 courage to address an able and manly letter to the court at 
 Salem, remonstrating against the witchcraft trials.
 
 22 HO W THE WOMEN WENT FROM DOVER. 
 
 " God is our witness," the victims cried, 
 " We suffer for Him who for all men died ; 
 The wrong ye do has been done before, 
 We bear the stripes that the Master bore 
 
 "And thou, O Richard Waldron, for whom 
 We hear the feet of a coming doom, 
 On thy cruel heart and thy hand of wrong 
 Vengeance is sure, though it tarry long. 
 
 "In the light of the Lord, a flame we see 
 Climb and kindle a proud roof -tree ; 
 And beneath it an old man lying dead, 
 With stains of blood on his hoary head." 
 
 " Smite, Goodman Hate-Evil ! harder still ! " 
 The magistrate cried, "lay on with a will! 
 Drive out of their bodies the Father of Lies, 
 Who through them preaches and prophesies ! " 
 
 So into the forest they held their way, 
 By winding river and frost-rimmed bay,
 
 HOW THE WOMEN WENT FROM DOVER. 23 
 
 Over wind-swept hills that felt the beat 
 Of the winter sea at their icy feet. 
 
 The Indian hunter, searching- his traps, 
 Peered stealthily through the forest gaps ; 
 And the outlying settler shook his head, 
 " They re witches going to jail," he said. 
 
 At last a meeting-house came in view ; 
 A blast on his horn the constable blew; 
 And the boys of Hampton cried up and down, 
 " The Quakers have come ! " to the wondering 
 town. 
 
 From barn and woodpile the goodman came ; 
 The goodwife quitted her quilting frame, 
 "With her child at her breast ; and, hobbling 
 
 slow, 
 The graudam followed to see the show. 
 
 Once more the torturing whip was swung, 
 Once more keen lashes the bare flesh stung.
 
 24 HOW THE WOMEN WENT FROM DOVER. 
 
 " Oh, spare ! they are bleeding ! " a little maid 
 
 cried, 
 And covered her face the sight to hide. 
 
 A murmur ran round the crowd : " Good folks," 
 Quoth the constable, busy counting the strokes, 
 " No pity to wretches like these is due, 
 They have beaten the gospel black and blue ! " 
 
 Then a pallid woman, in wild-eyed fear, 
 With her wooden noggin of milk drew near. 
 " Drink, poor hearts ! " A rude hand smote 
 Her draught away from a parching throat. 
 
 " Take heed," one whispered, " they 11 take 
 
 your cow 
 
 For fines, as they took your horse and plow, 
 And the bed from under you." " Even so," 
 She said. " They are cruel as death I know." 
 
 Then on they passed, in the waning day, 
 Through Seabrook woods, a weariful way;
 
 HOW THE WOMEN WENT FROM DOVER. 25 
 
 By great salt meadows and sand-hills bare, 
 And glimpses of blue sea here and there. 
 
 By the meeting-house in Salisbury town, 
 The sufferers stood, in the red sundown, 
 Bare for the lash ! O pitying Night, 
 Drop swift thy curtain and hide the sight ! 
 
 With shame in his eye and wrath on his lip 
 The Salisbury constable dropped his whip. 
 " This warrant means murder foul and red ; 
 Cursed is he who serves it," he said. 
 
 " Show me the order, and meanwhile strike 
 A blow at your peril ! " said Justice Pike. 
 Of all the rulers the land possessed, 
 Wisest and boldest was he, and best. 
 
 He scoffed at witchcraft ; the priest he met 
 As man meets man ; his feet he set 
 Beyond his dark age, standing upright, 
 Soul-free, with his face to the morning light.
 
 20 110 W THE WOMEN WENT FROM DO VER. 
 
 lie read the warrant : " These convey 
 
 From our precincts ; at every town on the 
 
 way 
 
 Give each ten lashes. " " God judge the brute ! 
 I tread his order under my foot ! 
 
 " Cut loose these poor ones and let them 
 
 go 5 
 
 Come what will of it, all men shall know 
 No warrant is good, though backed by the 
 
 Crown, 
 For whipping women in Salisbury town ! " 
 
 The hearts of the villagers, half released 
 From creed of terror and rule of priest, 
 By a primal instinct owned the right 
 Of human pity in law s despite. 
 
 For ruth and chivalry only slept, 
 His Saxon manhood the yeoman kept; 
 Quicker or slower, the same blood ran 
 In the Cavalier and the Puritan.
 
 HOW THE WOMEN WENT FROM DOVER. 27 
 
 The Quakers sank on their knees in praise 
 And thanks. A last, low sunset blaze 
 Flashed out from under a cloud, and shed 
 A golden glory on each bowed head. 
 
 The tale is one of an evil time, 
 
 When souls were fettered and thought was 
 
 crime, 
 
 And heresy s whisper above its breath 
 Meant shameful scourging and bonds and 
 
 death ! 
 
 What marvel that, hunted and sorely tried, 
 Even woman rebuked and prophesied, 
 And soft words rarely answered back 
 The grim persuasion of whip and rack! 
 
 If her cry from the whipping - post and 
 
 jail 
 
 Pierced sharp as the Kenite s driven nail, 
 O woman, at ease in these happier days, 
 Forbear to judge of thy sister s ways!
 
 28 HOW THE WOMEN WEXT FROM DOVER. 
 
 How much thy beautiful life may owe 
 
 To her faith and courage thou canst not 
 
 know, 
 
 Nor how from the paths of thy calm retreat 
 She smoothed the thorns with her bleeding 
 
 feet.
 
 A SUMMER PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 To kneel before some saintly shrine, 
 To breathe the health of airs divine, 
 Or bathe where sacred rivers flow, 
 The cowled and turbaned pilgrims go. 
 I too, a palmer, take, as they, 
 With staff and scallop-shell my way, 
 To feel, from burdening cares and ills, 
 The strong uplifting of the hills. 
 
 The years are many since, at first, 
 For dreamed-of wonders all athirst, 
 I saw on Winnepesaukee fall 
 The shadow of the mountain wall. 
 Ah! where are they who sailed with me 
 The beautiful island-studded sea? 
 And am I he whose keen surprise 
 Flashed out from such unclouded eyes?
 
 30 A SUMMER PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 Still, when the sun of summer burns, 
 My longing for the hills returns ; 
 And northward, leaving at niy back 
 The warm vale of the Merrimac, 
 I go to meet the winds of morn, 
 Blown down the hill-gaps, mountain-born, 
 Breathe scent of pines, and satisfy 
 The hunger of a lowland eye. 
 
 Again I see the day decline 
 Along the ridged horizon line ; 
 Touching the hill-tops, as a nun 
 Her beaded rosary, sinks the sun. 
 One lake lies golden, which shall soon 
 Be silver in the rising moon ; 
 And one the crimson of the skies 
 And mountain purple multiplies. 
 
 With the untroubled quiet blends 
 The distance-softened voice of friends ; 
 The girl s light laugh no discord brings 
 To the low song the pine-tree sings;
 
 A SUMMER PILGRIMAGE. 31 
 
 And, not unwelcome, comes the hail 
 Of boyhood from his Hearing sail. 
 The human presence breaks no spell, 
 And sunset still is miracle ! 
 
 Calm as the hour, methinks I feel 
 
 A sense of worship o er me steal; 
 
 Not that of satyr-charming Pan, 
 
 No cult of Nature shaming man, 
 
 Not Beauty s self, but that which lives 
 
 And shines through all the veils it weaves, 
 
 Soul of the mountain, lake, and wood, 
 
 Their witness to the Eternal Good! 
 
 And if, by fond illusion, here 
 
 The earth to heaven seems drawing near, 
 
 And yon outlying range invites 
 
 To other and serener heights, 
 
 Scarce hid behind its topmost swell, 
 
 The shining Mounts Delectable ! 
 
 A dream may hint of truth no less 
 
 Than the sharp light of wakefulness.
 
 32 A SUMMER PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 As through her veil of incense smoke 
 
 Of old the spell-rapt priestess spoke, 
 
 More than her heathen oracle, 
 
 May not this trance of sunset tell 
 
 That Nature s forms of loveliness 
 
 Their heavenly archetypes confess, 
 
 Fashioned like Israel s ark alone 
 
 From patterns in the Mount made known ? 
 
 A holier beauty overbroods 
 These fair and faint similitudes; 
 Yet not unblest is he who sees 
 Shadows of God s realities, 
 And knows beyond this masquerade 
 Of shape and color, light and shade, 
 And dawn and set, and wax and wane, 
 Eternal verities remain. 
 
 O gems of sapphire, granite set! 
 
 hills that charmed horizons fret ! 
 
 1 know how fair your morns can break, 
 In rosy light on isle and lake;
 
 A SUMMER PILGRIMAGE. 33 
 
 How over wooded slopes can run 
 The noonday play of cloud and sun, 
 And evening droop her oriflamme 
 Of gold and red in still Asquani. 
 
 The summer moons may round again, 
 And careless feet these hills profane ; 
 These sunsets waste on vacant eyes 
 The lavish splendor of the skies ; 
 Fashion and folly, misplaced here, 
 Sigh for their natural atmosphere, 
 And traveled pride the outlook scorn 
 Of lesser heights than Matterhorn : 
 
 But let me dream that hill and sky 
 Of unseen beauty prophesy; 
 And in these tinted lakes behold 
 The trailing of the raiment fold 
 Of that which, still eluding gaze, 
 Allures to upward-tending ways, 
 Whose footprints make, wherever found, 
 Our common earth a holy ground. 
 3
 
 THE ROCK-TOMB OF BRADORE. 
 
 A DREAR and desolate shore! 
 Where no tree unfolds its leaves, 
 And never the spring wind weaves 
 Green grass for the hunter s tread ; 
 A land forsaken and dead, 
 Where the ghostly icebergs go 
 And come with the ebb and flow 
 
 Of the waters of Bradore! 
 
 A wanderer, from a land 
 
 By summer breezes fanned, 
 
 Looked round him, awed, subdued, 
 
 By the dreadful solitude, 
 
 Hearing alone the cry 
 
 Of sea-birds clanging by, 
 
 The crash and grind of the floe,
 
 THE ROCK-TOMB OF BRADORE. 35 
 
 Wail of wind and wash of tide. 
 " O wretched land ! " he cried, 
 "Land of all lands the worst, 
 God forsaken and curst ! 
 Thy gates of rock should show 
 
 The words the Tuscan seer 
 Read in the Realm of Woe: 
 Hope entereth not here!" 
 
 Lo! at his feet there stood 
 
 A block of smooth larch wood, 
 
 Waif of some wandering wave, 
 
 Beside a rock-closed cave 
 
 By Nature fashioned for a grave, 
 
 Safe from the ravening bear 
 
 And fierce fowl of the air, 
 
 Wherein to rest was laid 
 
 A twenty summers maid, 
 
 Whose blood had equal share 
 
 Of the lands of vine and snow, 
 
 Half French, half Eskimo. 
 
 In letters uneffaced, 
 
 Upon the block were traced
 
 36 THE ROCK-TOMB OF BRADORE. 
 
 The grief and hope of man, 
 And thus the legend ran : 
 
 " We loved her ! 
 Words cannot tell how well! 
 
 We loved her I 
 
 God loved her ! 
 And called her home to peace and rest. 
 
 We love her ! " 
 
 The stranger paused and read. 
 "O winter land!" he said, 
 " Thy right to be I own ; 
 
 God leaves thee not alone. 
 
 And if thy fierce winds blow 
 
 Over drear wastes of rock and snow, 
 
 And at thy iron gates 
 
 The ghostly iceberg waits, 
 
 Thy homes and hearts are dear. 
 
 Thy sorrow o er thy sacred dust 
 
 Is sanctified by hope and trust ; 
 God s love and man s are here.
 
 THE ROCK-TOMB OF BRADORE. 37 
 
 And love where er it goes 
 Makes its own atmosphere; 
 Its flowers of Paradise 
 Take root in the eternal ice, 
 
 And bloom through Polar snows ! "
 
 STORM ON LAKE ASQUAM. 
 
 A CLOUD, like that the old-time Hebrew saw 
 On Carmel prophesying rain, began 
 To lift itself o er wooded Cardigan, 
 
 Growing and blackening. Suddenly, a flaw 
 
 Of chill wind menaced ; then a strong blast beat 
 Down the long valley s murmuring pines, and 
 
 woke 
 The noon-dream of the sleeping lake, and broke 
 
 Its smooth steel mirror at the mountains feet. 
 
 Thunderous and vast, a fire-veined darkness 
 swept 
 
 Over the rough pine-bearded Asquam range ; 
 
 A wraith of tempest, wonderful and strange. 
 From peak to peak the cloudy giant stepped.
 
 STORM ON LAKE ASQUAM. 39 
 
 One moment, as if challenging the storm, 
 
 Chocorua s tall, defiant sentinel 
 
 Looked from his watch - tower ; then the 
 
 shadow fell, 
 And the wild rain-drift blotted out his form. 
 
 And over all the still unhidden sun, 
 
 Weaving its light through slant-blown veils 
 
 of rain, 
 Smiled on the trouble, as hope smiles on pain ; 
 
 And, when the tumult and the strife were done. 
 
 With one foot on the lake and one on land, 
 Framing within his crescent s tinted streak 
 A far-off picture of the Melvin peak, 
 
 Spent broken clouds the rainbow s angel 
 spanned.
 
 THE WISHING BRIDGE. 
 
 AMONG the legends sung or said 
 
 Along our rocky shore, 
 The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead 
 
 May well be sung once more. 
 
 An hundred years ago (so ran 
 
 The old-time story) all 
 Good wishes said above its span 
 
 Would, soon or late, befall. 
 
 If pure and earnest, never failed 
 The prayers of man or maid 
 
 For him who on the deep sea sailed, 
 For her at home who stayed.
 
 THE WISHING BRIDGE. 41 
 
 Once thither came two girls from school, 
 
 And wished in childish glee: 
 And one would be a queen and rule, 
 
 And one the world would see. 
 
 Time passed ; with change of hopes and fears, 
 
 And in the self-same place, 
 Two women, gray with middle years, 
 
 Stood, wondering, face to face. 
 
 With wakened memories, as they met, 
 
 They queried what had been : 
 "A poor man s wife am I, and yet," 
 Said one, " I am a queen. 
 
 "My realm a little homestead is, 
 
 Where, lacking crown and throne, 
 I rule by loving services 
 And patient toil alone." 
 
 The other said : " The great world lies 
 Beyond me as it laid;
 
 42 THE WISHING BRIDGE. 
 
 O er love s and duty s boundaries 
 My feet have never strayed. 
 
 "I see but common sights of home, 
 
 Its common sounds I hear, 
 My widowed mother s sick-bed room 
 Sufficeth for my sphere. 
 
 " I read to her some pleasant page 
 
 Of travel far and wide, 
 
 And in a dreamy pilgrimage 
 
 We wander side by side. 
 
 "And when, at last, she falls asleep, 
 
 My book becomes to me 
 A magic glass : my watch I keep, 
 But all the world I see. 
 
 "A farm-wife queen your place you fill, 
 
 While fancy s privilege 
 Is mine to walk the earth at will, 
 Thanks to the Wishing Bridge/
 
 THE WISHING BRIDGE. 43 
 
 "Nay, leave the legend for the truth," 
 
 The other cried, "and say 
 God gives the wishes of our youth 
 But in His own best way!"
 
 THE MYSTIC S CHRISTMAS. 
 
 " ALL hail ! " the bells of Christmas rang, 
 " All hail ! " the monks at Christmas sang, 
 The merry monks who kept with cheer 
 The gladdest day of all their year. 
 
 But still apart, unmoved thereat, 
 
 A pious elder brother sat 
 
 Silent, in his accustomed place, 
 
 With God s sweet peace upon his face. 
 
 "Why sitt st thou thus?" his brethren cried. 
 " It is the blessed Christmas-tide ; 
 
 The Christmas lights are all aglow, 
 
 The sacred lilies bud and blow. 
 
 "Above our heads the joy-bells ring, 
 Without the happy children sing,
 
 THE MYSTICS CHRISTMAS, 45 
 
 And all God s creatures hail the morn 
 On which the holy Christ was born ! 
 
 " Rejoice with us ; no more rebuke 
 Our gladness with thy quiet look." 
 The gray monk answered: "Keep, I pray, 
 Even as ye list, the Lord s birthday. 
 
 "Let heathen Yule fires flicker red 
 "Where thronged refectory feasts are spread; 
 With mystery-play and masque and mime 
 And wait-songs speed the holy time ! 
 
 " The blindest faith may haply save ; 
 The Lord accepts the things we have ; 
 And reverence, howsoe er it strays, 
 May find at last the shining ways. 
 
 " They needs must grope who cannot see, 
 The blade before the ear must be ; 
 As ye are feeling I have felt, 
 And where ye dwell I too have dwelt.
 
 46 THE MYSTIC S CHRISTMAS. 
 
 "But now, beyond the things of sense, 
 Beyond occasions and events, 
 I know, through God s exceeding grace, 
 Release from form and time and place. 
 
 "I listen, from no mortal tongue, 
 To hear the song the angels sung; 
 And wait within myself to know 
 The Christmas lilies bud and blow. 
 
 "The outward symbols disappear 
 From him whose inward sight is clear; 
 And small must be the choice of days 
 To him who fdls them all with praise! 
 
 " Keep while you need it, brothers mine, 
 With honest zeal your Christmas sign, 
 But judge not him who every morn 
 Feels in his heart the Lord Christ born !
 
 WHAT THE TRAVELER SAID AT SUNSET. 
 
 THE shadows grow and deepen round me, 
 
 I feel the dew-fall in the air; 
 The muezzin of the darkening thicket 
 
 I hear the night-thrush call to prayer. 
 
 The evening wind is sad with farewells, 
 And loving hands unclasp from mine ; 
 
 Alone I go to meet the darkness 
 Across an awful boundary-line. 
 
 As from the lighted hearths behind me 
 
 I pass with slow, reluctant feet, 
 What waits me in the land of strangeness? 
 
 "What face shall smile, what voice shall greet ? 
 
 What space shall awe, what brightness blind 
 
 me? 
 What thunder-roll of music stun?
 
 48 WHAT THE TRAVELER SAID AT SUNSET. 
 
 What vast processions sweep before me 
 Of shapes unknown beneath the sun? 
 
 I shrink from unaccustomed glory, 
 I dread the myriad-voiced strain; 
 
 Give me the nnforgotten faces, 
 And let my lost ones speak again. 
 
 He will not chide my mortal yearning 
 Who is our Brother and our Friend ; 
 
 In whose full life, divine and human, 
 The heavenly and the earthly blend. 
 
 Mine be the joy of soul-communion, 
 
 The sense of spiritual strength renewed, 
 
 The reverence for the pure and holy, 
 The dear delight of doing good. 
 
 No fitting ear is mine to listen 
 An endless anthem s rise and fall; 
 
 No curious eye is mine to measure 
 The pearl gate and the jasper wall.
 
 WHAT THE TRAVELER SAID AT SUNSET. 49 
 
 For love must needs be more than knowledge : 
 
 What matter if I never know 
 Why Aldebaran s star is ruddy 
 
 Or warmer Sirius white as snow ! 
 
 Forgive my human words, O Father! 
 
 I go Thy larger truth to prove ; 
 Thy mercy shall transcend my longing: 
 
 I seek but love, and Thou art Love ! 
 
 I go to find my lost and mourned for 
 Safe in Thy sheltering goodness still, 
 
 And all that hope and faith foreshadow 
 Made perfect in Thy holy will!
 
 A GREETING. 
 
 HARRIET BEECHER STOWE 3 SEVENTIETH ANNIVERSARY, 1882. 
 
 THKICE welcome from the Land of Flowers 
 
 And golden-fruited orange bowers 
 
 To tliis sweet, green-turfed June of ours! 
 
 To her who, in our evil time, 
 
 Dragged into light the nation s crime 
 
 With strength beyond the strength of men, 
 
 And, mightier than their swords, her pen ! 
 
 To her who world-wide entrance gave 
 
 To the log-cabin of the slave ; 
 
 Made all his wrongs and sorrows known, 
 
 And all earth s languages his own, 
 
 North, South, and East and West, made all 
 
 The common air electrical, 
 
 Until the o ercharged bolts of heaven 
 
 Blazed down, and every chain was riven !
 
 A GREETING. 51 
 
 "Welcome from each, and all to her 
 Whose Wooing of the Minister 
 Revealed the warm heart of the man 
 Beneath the creed-bound Puritan, 
 And taught the kinship of the love 
 Of man below and God above; 
 To her whose vigorous pencil-strokes 
 Sketched into life her Oldtown Folks, 
 Whose fireside stories, grave or gay, 
 In quaint Sam Lawson s vagrant way, 
 With old New England s flavor rife, 
 Waifs from her rude idyllic life, 
 Are racy as the legends old 
 By Chaucer or Boccaccio told; 
 To her who keeps, through change of place 
 And time, her native strength and grace, 
 Alike where warm Sorrento smiles, 
 Or where, by birchen-shaded isles, 
 Whose summer winds have shivered o er 
 The icy drift of Labrador, 
 She lifts to light the priceless Pearl 
 Of Harpswell s angel-beckoned girl!
 
 52 A GREETING. 
 
 To her at threescore years and ten 
 Be tributes of the tongue and pen; 
 Be honor, praise, and heart-thanks given, 
 The loves of earth, the hopes of heaven ! 
 
 Ah, dearer than the praise that stirs 
 The air to-day, our love is hers ! 
 She needs no guaranty of fame 
 Whose own is linked with Freedom s name. 
 Long ages after ours shall keep 
 Her memory living while we sleep ; 
 The waves that wash our gray coast lines, 
 The winds that rock the Southern pines, 
 Shall sing of her ; the unending years 
 Shall tell her tale in unborn ears. 
 And when, with sins and follies past, 
 Are numbered color-hate and caste, 
 White, black, and red shall own as one 
 The noblest work by woman done.
 
 WILSON. 1 
 
 THE lowliest born of all the land, 
 He wrung from Fate s reluctant hand 
 
 The gifts which happier boyhood claims ; 
 And, tasting on a thankless soil 
 The bitter bread of unpaid toil, 
 
 He fed his soul with noble aims. 
 
 And Nature, kindly provident, 
 To him the future s promise lent; 
 
 The powers that shape man s destinies, 
 Patience and faith and toil, he knew; 
 The close horizon round him grew, 
 
 Broad with great possibilities. 
 
 1 Read at the Massachusetts Club on the seventieth an 
 niversary of the birthday of Vice-President Wilson.
 
 54 WILSON. 
 
 By the low hearth-five s fitful blaze 
 He read of old heroic days, 
 
 The sage s thought, the patriot s speech ; 
 Unhelped, alone, himself he taught, 
 His school the craft at which he wrought, 
 
 His lore the book within his reach. 
 
 He felt his country s need; he knew 
 The work her children had to do ; 
 
 And when, at last, he heard the call 
 In her behalf to serve and dare, 
 Beside his senatorial chair 
 
 He stood the unquestioned peer of all. 
 
 Beyond the accident of birth 
 
 He proved his simple manhood s worth; 
 
 Ancestral pride and classic grace 
 Confessed the large-brained artisan, 
 So clear of sight, so wise in plan 
 
 And counsel, equal to his place. 
 
 With glance intuitive he saw 
 Through all disguise of form and law,
 
 WILSON. 55 
 
 And read men like an open book; 
 Fearless and firm, he never quailed 
 Nor turned aside for threats, nor failed 
 
 To do the thing he undertook. 
 
 How wise, how brave, he was, how well 
 He bore himself, let history tell 
 
 While waves our flag o er land and sea, 
 No black thread in its warp or weft; 
 Pie found dissevered States, he left 
 
 A grateful Nation, strong and free!
 
 IN MEMORY. 
 J. T. F. 
 
 As a guest who may not stay 
 Long and sad farewells to say 
 Glides with smiling face away, 
 
 Of the sweetness and the zest 
 Of thy happy life possessed 
 Thou hast left us at thy best. 
 
 Warm of heart and clear of brain, 
 Of thy sun-bright spirit s wane 
 Thou hast spared us all the pain. 
 
 Now that thou hast gone away, 
 "\Vhat is left of one to say 
 Who was open as the day?
 
 7^V MEMORY. 57 
 
 What is there to gloss or shun? 
 Save with kindly voices none 
 Speak thy name beneath the sun. 
 
 Safe thou art on every side, 
 Friendship nothing finds to hide, 
 Love s demand is satisfied. 
 
 Over manly strength and worth, 
 At thy desk of toil, or hearth, 
 Played the lambent light of mirth, 
 
 Mirth that lit, but never burned ; 
 All thy blame to pity turned ; 
 Hatred thou hadst never learned. 
 
 Every harsh and vexing thing 
 At thy home-fire lost its sting ; 
 Where thou wast was always spring. 
 
 And thy perfect trust in good, 
 Faith in man and womanhood, 
 Chance and change and time withstood.
 
 58 IN MEMORY. 
 
 Small respect for cant and whine, 
 Bigot s zeal and hate malign, 
 Had that sunny soul of thine. 
 
 But to thee was duty s claim 
 Sacred, and thy lips became 
 Reverent with one holy Name. 
 
 Therefore, on thy unknown way, 
 Go in God s peace ! AVe who stay 
 But a little while delay. 
 
 Keep for us, O friend, where er 
 Thou art waiting, all that here 
 Made thy earthly presence dear; 
 
 Something of thy pleasant past 
 On a ground of wonder cast, 
 In the stiller waters glassed! 
 
 Keep the human heart of thee ; 
 Let the mortal only be 
 Clothed in immortality.
 
 IN MEMORY. 59 
 
 And when fall our feet as fell 
 
 Thine upon the asphodel, 
 
 Let thy old smile greet us well ; 
 
 Proving in a world of bliss 
 What we fondly dream in this, 
 Love is one with holiness 1
 
 THE POET AND THE CHILDKEN. 
 H. W. L. 
 
 WITH a glory of winter sunshine 
 
 Over his locks of gray, 
 In the old historic mansion 
 
 He sat on his last birthday; 
 
 "With his books and his pleasant pictures, 
 And his household and his kin, 
 
 While a sound as of myriads singing 
 From far and near stole in. 
 
 It came from his own fair city, 
 From the prairie s boundless plain, 
 
 From the Golden Gate of sunset, 
 And the cedarn woods of Maine.
 
 THE POET AND THE CHILDREN. 61 
 
 And his heart grew warm within him, 
 And his moistening eyes grew dim, 
 
 For he knew that his country s children 
 Were singing the songs of him : 
 
 The lays of his life s glad morning, 
 The psalms of his evening time, 
 
 Whose echoes shall float forever 
 On the winds of every clime. 
 
 All their beautiful consolations, 
 
 Sent forth like birds of cheer, 
 Came flocking back to his windows, 
 
 And sang in the Poet s ear. 
 
 Grateful, but solemn and tender, 
 
 The music rose and fell 
 With a joy akin to sadness 
 
 And a greeting like farewell. 
 
 With a sense of awe he listened 
 To the voices sweet and young;
 
 62 THE POET AND TUE CHILDREN. 
 
 The last of earth and the first of heaven 
 Seemed in the songs they sung. 
 
 And waiting a little longer 
 
 For the wonderful change to come, 
 
 lie heard the Summoning Angel, 
 Who calls God s children home! 
 
 And to him in a holier welcome 
 Was the mystical meaning given 
 
 Of the words of the blessed Master: 
 " Of such is the kingdom of heaven ! "
 
 RABBI ISHMAEL. 
 
 THE Rabbi Tshmael, with the woe and sin 
 Of the world heavy upon him, entering in 
 The Holy of Holies, saw an awful Face 
 With terrible splendor filling all the place. 
 " O Ishmael Ben Elisha ! " said a voice, 
 " What seekest thou ? What blessing is thy 
 
 choice? " 
 
 And, knowing that he stood before the Lord, 
 Within the shadow of the cherubim, 
 Wide-winged between the blinding light and 
 
 him, 
 
 He bowed himself, and uttered not a word, 
 But in the silence of his soul was prayer : 
 " O thou Eternal ! I am one of all, 
 And nothing ask that others may not share. 
 Thou art almighty ; we are weak and small, 
 And yet thy children : let thy mercy spare ! "
 
 64 RABBI ISHMAEL. 
 
 Trembling, lie raised his eyes, and in the place 
 
 Of the insufferable glory, lo! a face 
 
 Of more than mortal tenderness, that bent 
 
 Graciously down in token of assent, 
 
 And, smiling, vanished! With strange joy 
 
 elate, 
 The wondering Rabbi sought the temple s 
 
 gate. 
 
 Radiant as Moses from the Mount, he stood 
 And cried aloud unto the multitude : 
 " O Israel, hear ! The Lord our God is good ! 
 Mine eyes have seen his glory and his grace ; 
 Beyond his judgments shall his love endure ; 
 The mercy of the All Merciful is sure!"
 
 VALUATION. 
 
 THE old Squire said, as he stood by his gate, 
 And his neighbor, the Deacon, went by, 
 
 " In spite of my bank stock and real estate, 
 You are better off, Deacon, than I. 
 
 " We re both growing old, and the end s draw 
 ing near, 
 
 You have less of this world to resign, 
 But in Heaven s appraisal your assets, I fear, 
 
 "Will reckon up greater than mine. 
 
 " They say I am rich, but I m feeling so poor, 
 
 I wish I could swap with you even: 
 The pounds I have lived for and laid up in 
 
 store 
 
 For the shillings and pence you have given." 
 5
 
 66 VALUATION. 
 
 " Well, Squire," said the Deacon, with shrewd 
 
 common sense, 
 
 While his eye had a twinkle of fun, 
 " Let your pounds take the way of my shillings 
 
 and pence, 
 And the thing can be easily done ! "
 
 WINTER ROSES. 1 
 
 MY garden roses long ago 
 
 Have perished from the leaf -strewn walks ; 
 Their pale, fair sisters smile no more 
 
 Upon the sweet-brier stalks. 
 
 Gone with the flower-time of my life, 
 
 Spring s violets, summer s blooming pride, 
 
 And Nature s winter and my own 
 Stand, flowerless, side by side. 
 
 So might I yesterday have sung; 
 
 To-day, in bleak December s noon, 
 Come sweetest fragrance, shapes, and hues, 
 
 The rosy wealth of June ! 
 
 Bless the young hands that culled the gift, 
 And bless the hearts that prompted it ; 
 
 1 In reply to a flower gift from Mrs. Putnam s school 
 at Jamaica Plain.
 
 68 WINTER ROSES. 
 
 If undeserved it comes, at least 
 It seems not all unfit. 
 
 Of old my Quaker ancestors 
 
 Had gifts of forty stripes save one; 
 
 To-day as many roses crown 
 The gray head of their son. 
 
 And with them, to my fancy s eye, 
 The fresh-faced givers smiling come, 
 
 And nine and thirty happy girls 
 Make glad a lonely room. 
 
 They bring the atmosphere of youth ; 
 
 The light and warmth of long ago 
 Are in my heart, and on my cheek 
 
 The airs of morning blow. 
 
 buds of girlhood, yet unblown, 
 And fairer than the gift ye chose, 
 
 For you may years like leaves unfold 
 The heart of Sharon s rose !
 
 HYMN. 
 
 (FOR THE AMERICAN HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY.) 
 
 1882. 
 
 PAINTER of the fruits and flowers, 
 
 We own Thy wise design, 
 Whereby these human hands of ours 
 
 May share the work of Thine ! 
 
 Apart from Thee we plant in vain 
 
 The root and sow the seed; 
 Thy early and Thy later rain, 
 
 Thy sun and dew we need. 
 
 Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, 
 
 Our burden is our boon; 
 The curse of Earth s gray morning is 
 
 The blessing: of its noon.
 
 70 HYMN. 
 
 Why search the wide world everywhere 
 For Eden s unknown ground ? 
 
 That garden of the primal pair 
 May nevermore be found. 
 
 But, blest by Thee, our patient toil 
 
 May right the ancient wrong, 
 And give to every clime and soil 
 
 The beauty lost so long. 
 
 Our homestead flowers and fruited trees 
 
 May Eden s orchard shame ; 
 We taste the tempting sweets of these 
 
 Like Eve, without her blame. 
 
 And, North and South and East and West 
 
 The pride of every zone, 
 The fairest, rarest and the best 
 
 May all be made our own. 
 
 Its earliest shrines the young world sought 
 In hill-groves and in bowers,
 
 HYMN. 71 
 
 The fittest offerings thither brought 
 Were Thy own fruits and flowers. 
 
 And still with reverent hands we cull 
 
 Thy gifts each year renewed ; 
 The good is always beautiful, 
 
 The beautiful is good.
 
 GODSPEED. 
 
 OUTBOUND, your bark awaits you. "Were I 
 
 one 
 Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should 
 
 be 
 
 Your favoring trade-wind and consenting sea. 
 By sail or steed was never love outrun, 
 And, here or there, love follows her in whom 
 All graces and sweet charities unite, 
 The old Greek beauty set in holier light ; 
 And her for whom New England s byways 
 
 bloom, 
 
 Who walks among us welcome as the Spring, 
 Calling up blossoms where her light feet 
 
 stray. 
 God keep you both, make beautiful your 
 
 way, 
 
 Comfort, console, and bless; and safely bring, 
 Ere yet I make upon a vaster sea 
 The unreturning voyage, my friends to me.
 
 AT LAST. 
 
 WHEN 011 my day of life the night is falling, 
 And, in the winds from unsunned spaces 
 blown, 
 
 I hear far voices out of darkness calling 
 My feet to paths unknown, 
 
 Thou who hast made my home of life so 
 pleasant, 
 
 Leave not its tenant when its walls decay; 
 O Love Divine, O Helper ever present, 
 
 Be Thou my strength and stay ! 
 
 Be near me when all else is from me drifting : 
 Earth, sky, home s pictures, days of shade 
 and shine, 
 
 And kindly faces to my own uplifting 
 The love which answers mine.
 
 74 AT LAST. 
 
 I have but Thee, my Father ! let Thy spirit 
 Be with me then to comfort and uphold ; 
 
 No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit, 
 Nor street of shining gold. 
 
 Suffice it if my good and ill unreckoned, 
 And both forgiven through thy abounding 
 grace 
 
 I find myself by hands familiar beckoned 
 Unto my fitting place. 
 
 Some humble door among Thy many mansions, 
 Some sheltering shade where sin and striving 
 
 cease, 
 
 And flows forever through heaven s green ex 
 pansions 
 The river of Thy peace. 
 
 There, from the music round about me stealing, 
 I fain would learn the new and holy song, 
 
 And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing, 
 The life for which I long.
 
 OUR COUNTRY. 
 
 READ AT WOODSTOCK, CONX., JULY 4, 1883. 
 
 WE give thy natal day to hope, 
 O Country of our love and prayer! 
 
 Thy way is down no fatal slope, 
 But up to freer sun and air. 
 
 Tried as by furnace-fires, and yet 
 By God s grace only stronger made, 
 
 In future task before thee set 
 
 Thou shalt not lack the old-time aid. 
 
 The fathers sleep, but men remain 
 As wise, as true, and brave as they ; 
 
 Why count the loss and not the gain?- 
 The best is that we have to-day.
 
 76 OUR COUNTRY. 
 
 Whate er of folly, shame, or crime, 
 Within thy mighty bounds transpires, 
 
 With speed defying space and time 
 Comes to us on the accusing wires ; 
 
 While of thy wealth of noble deeds, 
 Thy homes of peace, thy votes unsold, 
 
 The love that pleads for human needs, 
 The wrong redressed, but half is told ! 
 
 We read each felon s chronicle, 
 
 His acts, his words, his gallows-mood ; 
 
 We know the single sinner well 
 And not the nine and ninety good. 
 
 Yet if, on daily scandals fed, 
 
 We seem at times to doubt thy worth, 
 We know thee still, w r hen all is said, 
 
 The best and dearest spot on earth. 
 
 From the warm Mexic Gulf, or where 
 Belted with flowers Los Angeles
 
 OUR COUNTRY. 77 
 
 Basks in the semi-tropic air, 
 
 To where Katahdin s cedar trees 
 
 Are dwarfed and bent by Northern winds, 
 Thy plenty s horn is yearly filled; 
 
 Alone, the rounding century finds 
 Thy liberal soil by free hands tilled. 
 
 A refuge for the wronged and poor, 
 
 Thy generous heart has borne the blame 
 
 That, with them, through thy open door, 
 The old world s evil outcasts came. 
 
 But, with thy just and equal rule, 
 
 And labor s need and breadth of lands, 
 
 Free press and rostrum, church and school, 
 Thy sure, if slow, transforming hands 
 
 Shall mould even them to thy design, 
 Making a blessing of the ban ; 
 
 And Freedom s chemistry combine 
 The alien elements of man.
 
 78 OUR COUNTRY. 
 
 The power that broke their prison bar 
 And set the dusky millions free, 
 
 And welded in the flame of war 
 The Union fast to Liberty, 
 
 Shall it not deal with other ills, 
 
 Redress the red man s grievance, break 
 
 The Circean cup which shames and kills, 
 And Labor full requital make? 
 
 Alone to such as fitly bear 
 
 Thy civic honors bid them fall? 
 
 And call thy daughters forth to share 
 The rights and duties pledged to all ? 
 
 Give every child his right of school, 
 Merge private greed in public good, 
 
 And spare a treasury overfull 
 
 The tax upon a poor man s food? 
 
 No lack was in thy primal stock, 
 No weakling founders builded here;
 
 OUR COUNTRY. 79 
 
 Thine were the men of Plymouth Rock, 
 The Huguenot and Cavalier; 
 
 And they whose firm endurance gained 
 The freedom of the souls of men, 
 
 Whose hands, unstained with blood, main 
 tained 
 The swordless commonwealth of Penn. 
 
 And thine shall be the power of all 
 To do the work which duty bids. 
 
 And make the people s council hall 
 As lasting as the Pyramids ! 
 
 Well have thy later years made good 
 Thy brave-said word a century back, 
 
 The pledge of human brotherhood, 
 The equal claim of white and black. 
 
 That word still echoes round the world, 
 And all who hear it turn to thee, 
 
 And read upon thy flag unfurled 
 The prophecies of destiny.
 
 80 OUR COUNTRY. 
 
 Thy great world-lesson all shall learn, 
 The nations in thy school shall sit, 
 
 Earth s farthest mountain-tops shall burn 
 With watch-fires from thy own uplit. 
 
 Great without seeking to be great 
 By fraud or conquest, rich in gold, 
 
 But richer in the large estate 
 
 Of virtue which thy children hold, 
 
 With peace that comes of purity 
 And strength to simple justice due, 
 
 So runs our loyal dream of thee ; 
 God of our fathers ! make it true. 
 
 O Land of lands ! to thee we give 
 
 Our prayers, our hopes, our service free; 
 
 For thee thy sons shall nobly live, 
 And at thy need shall die for thee !
 
 THE "STORY OF IDA." 
 
 WEARY of jangling noises never stilled, 
 
 The skeptic s sneer, the bigot s hate, the din 
 Of clashing texts, the webs of creed men spin 
 
 Round simple truth, the children grown who 
 build 
 
 With gilded cards their new Jerusalem, 
 Busy, with sacerdotal tailorings 
 And tinsel gauds, bedizening holy things, 
 
 I turn, with glad and grateful heart, from 
 them 
 
 To the sweet story of the Florentine 
 Immortal in her blameless maidenhood, 
 Beautiful as God s angels and as good ; 
 
 Feeling that life, even now, may be divine 
 
 With love no wrong can ever change to hate, 
 
 No sin make less than all-compassionate !
 
 AN AUTOGRAPH. 
 
 I WRITE my name as one, 
 On sands by waves o errun 
 Or winter s frosted pane, 
 Traces a record vain. 
 
 Oblivion s blankness claims 
 Wiser and better names, 
 And well my own may pass 
 As from the strand or glass. 
 
 Wash on, O waves of time! 
 Melt, noons, the frosty rime ! 
 Welcome the shadow vast, 
 The silence that shall last ! 
 
 When I and all who know 
 And love me vanish so,
 
 AN AUTOGRAPH. 83 
 
 What harm to them or me 
 Will the lost memory be? 
 
 If any words of mine, 
 Through right of life divine, 
 Remain, what matters it 
 Whose hand the message writ? 
 
 Why should the " crowner s quest " 
 Sit on my worst or best ? 
 Why should the showman claim 
 The poor ghost of my name? 
 
 Yet, as when dies a sound 
 Its spectre lingers round, 
 Haply my spent life will 
 Leave some faint echo still. 
 
 A whisper giving breath 
 Of praise or blame to death, 
 Soothing or saddening such 
 As loved the living much.
 
 84 AN AUTOGRAPH. 
 
 Therefore with yearnings vain 
 And fond I still would fain 
 A kindly judgment seek, 
 A tender thought bespeak. 
 
 And, while my words are read, 
 Let this at least be said : 
 " Whate er his life s defeatures, 
 He loved his fellow creatures. 
 
 "If, of the Law s stone table, 
 To hold he scarce was able 
 The first great precept fast, 
 He kept for man the last. 
 
 " Through mortal lapse and dullness 
 What lacks the Eternal Fullness, 
 If still our weakness can 
 Love Him in loving man ? 
 
 "Age brought him no despairing 
 Of the world s future faring;
 
 AN A UTO GRAPH. 85 
 
 In human nature still 
 
 lie found more good than ill. 
 
 " To all who dumbly suffered, 
 His tongue and pen he offered; 
 His life was not his own, 
 Nor lived for self alone. 
 
 " Hater of din and riot 
 He lived in days unquiet ; 
 And, lover of all beauty, 
 Trod the hard ways of duty. 
 
 " He meant no wrong to any 
 He sought the good of many, 
 Yet knew _botli sin and folly, 
 May God forgive him wholly ! "
 
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