UNIVERSITY YOUNG AMERICA : ffra. FITZ-GREENE HALLECK UNIVERSITY NEW YORK: D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, 443 & 445 BROADWAY. 1865. 6**"- ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by D. APPLETON & CO., In the Clerk s Office of the District Court for the Southern District New York. UNIVERSITY TOUE"G AMEKIOA. IT is a EOT whom fourteen years have seen, Smiling, with them, on Spring s returning green, A bonny boy, with eye-delighting eyes, Sparkling as stars, and blue as summer s skies, 12 YOUNG AMERICA. With face, like April s bright in smiles or tears, His laugh a song his step the forest deer s, "With heart as pure and liberal as the air, And voice of sweetest tone, and bright gold hair In thick curls clustering round his even brow, And dimpled cheek how calm he slumbers now ! The sentry stars in heaven s blue above, Sleep their sweet daybreak sleep, their watch withdrawn, And lovely as a bride from dream of love, Blushing and blooming, wakes the summer dawn ; Winds woods and waters of the brook and bay YOUNG AMERICA. 13 "Wake at the fanning of the wings of day, And birds and bells, in garden, tree, and tower, Bow to the bidding of the wakening hour, And breathe, the Hamlet s happy homes among Morn s fragrant music from their lips of Song. Within the loveliest of wayside bowers, The summer home of loveliest leaves and flowers, Cradled on rose-leaves, curtained round with vines, And canopied by branches of a tree Whose buds and blossoms charm the wander ing bee, In deep and dreaming sleep the youth re clines. 14: YOUNG AMEEICA. Sunbeams, wind-cooled, their fond caressing glow, Twine, with leaf-shadows, the green roof be low, In wedded love-clasp of sweet shade and light, The enwoven harmony of the dark and bright, And blend within, around it, and above, Their balm, their bloom, their beauty, and their joy, Their watching sleepless as the brooding dove, Their bounty boundless as the fairy love Of Queen Titania for her Henchman Boy. YOUNG AMERICA. 15 n. The doors are open in the house of prayer, The morning worshippers are kneeling there In supplicating harmony, beneath The intoning organ s incense-bearing breath, That aids their hymning voices, and around Moves in the might and majesty of sound. The pages of the Holy Book are read, The solemn blessing of the Priest is said, Departing footsteps gently press the floor, And silence seals and guards the consecrated door. 16 YOUNG AMERICA. Along his homeward pathway, lingering slow, His dark weeds tokening a mourner s woe, The Gospel-Teacher comes. The path in clines His steps beside the cradle bower of vines Where sleeps the boy. A moment s mute sur prise, And the mazed mourner greets, with grateful The enlivening presence of that cherub face, Delighted in its loveliness to trace The memorial beauty of his own lost boy, A blossomed bud, death-doomed, in its spring time of joy ; And says, in whispers, " Would that I might wake, YOUNG AMERICA. 17 And woo, and win him, for his soul s sweet sake, To make my home his cloister, and entwine All his life s hopes and happiness with mine. And with him win, dear daughter of the sky ! Handmaid of Heaven 1 immortal Piety ! Thy visitings, and joy to see thee bring In sisterly embrace, wing folding wing, Meek Faith, sweet Hope, and Charity divine, With thee to consecrate that home a shrine Among the holiest where the adorer kneels, Listening the coming of thy chariot wheels. Then the gay sportive dreams, enwreathing now Their frolic fancies round the slumberer s brow, 1* 18 YOUNG AMERICA. Should yield to dreams of angels entering in His young heart s Eden, unprofaned by sin ; Then slwmld his pleasant couch of leaves and flowers Yield willing homage to the bliss of bowers More beautiful than hers, and only given In visions of the scenery of Heaven ; Then should the music now around him heard, The wind-harp s song, the song of bee and bird, Yield to thy chorused carollings sublime, And sky-endomed cathedral s chaunt and chime. AMERICA. 19 And then the longing of his life should be To praise, to love, to worship thine and thee, And when, my pastoral task of duty done, I rest beneath the cold sepulchral stone, Be his the delegated power to grace, In surpliced sanctity, thy Altar place ; To feed thy chosen flock with heavenly food, Be their kind Shepherd, gentle, generous, good, And, in the language of the Minstrel s lay, " Lure them to brighter worlds, and lead the way." 20 YOUNG AMEEICA. Hark ! a bugle s echo comes, Hark ! a fife is singing, Hark ! the roll of far-off drums Through the air is ringing ! The mourner turns looks listens, and is gone, In quiet heedlessness the Boy sleeps on. YOUNG AMERICA. 21 OF UNIVERSITY in. Nearer the bugle s echo comes, Nearer the fife is singing, Near and more near the roll of drums Through the air is ringing. War ! it is thy music proud, Wakening the brave-hearted, Memories hopes a glorious crowd, At its call have started. 22 YOUNG AMERICA. Memories of our sires of old, Who, oppression-driven, High their rainbow flag unrolled To the sun and sky of heaven. Memories of the true and brave, "Who, at Honor s bidding, Stept, their Country s life to save, To war as to their wedding. Memories of many a battle plain, Where, their life-blood flowing, Made green the grass, and gold the grain, Above their grave-mounds growing. YOUNG AMERICA. 23 Jj pes that the children of their prayers, With them in valor vieing, May do as noble deeds as theirs, In living and in dying. And make, for children yet to come, The land of their bequeathing The imperial and the peerless home Of happiest beings breathing. For this the warrior-path we tread, The battle-path of duty, And change, for field and forest bed, Our bowers of love and beauty. 24: YOUNG AMERICA. Music ! bid thy minstrels play No tunes of grief or sorrow, Let them cheer the living brave to-day, They may wail the dead to-morrow. Such were the words, unvoiced by lip or tongue, The thought-en woven themes, the mental song Of One, high placed, beside the slumberer s bower, In the stern, silent chieftainship of power. YOUNG AMERICA. 25 A War-king, seated on his saddle throne, A listener to no counsels but his own, The soldier leader of a soldier band, Whose prescient skill, quick eye, and brief command, Have won for him, on many a field of fame, The immortality of a victor s name. His troops, in thousands, now are marching by, Heart-homage seen in each saluting eye, And sword, and lance, and banner, bowing down In tributary grace, before his bright renown. And on, and on, as rank on rank appears, Come, fast and loud, the thrice-repeated cheers From voices of brave men whose life-long cry ZO YOUNG AMERICA. Has been with him to live, for him to die. Their plumes and pennons dancing in the breeze, With leaves and flowers of overarching trees, Timing their steps to tunes of flute and fife, And trump and drum, the joy of soldier life, "While o er them wave, proud banner of the free! Thy sky-born stars and glorious colors three, All beauteous in each interwoven hue Of summer s rainbow, spanning earth and sea, The rose s red and white, the violet s heavenly blue, Emblems of valor, purity and truth, Long may they charm the air in ever-smiling youth. YOUNG AMERICA. 27 And now the rearmost files are hurrying by, Closing the gorgeous scene of pomp and pa geantry; And far, far off, on wings of distance borne, Speed the faint echoes of the trump and horn, Plaintively breathing partings and farewells, Solemn and sad as tones of tocsin bells, But triumphed o er by voices that prolong The wild war music of the manlier song, That bids the soldier s heart beat quick and gay, The song of "O er the hills and far away." 28 YOUNG AMEEICA. And now, beside the slumberer s couch of His parting web of thought the warrior chief tain weaves. How sweetly the Boy in the beauty is sleep ing Of Life s sunny morning of hope and of youth, May his guardian angels, their watch o er him keeping, Keep his evening and noon in the pathways of truth. YOUNG AMEEICA. 29 All me! what delight it would give me to wake him, And lead him wherever my life banners wave, O er the pathways of glory and honor to take him, And teach him the lore of the bold and the brave ; And when the war-clouds and their fierce storm of water, O er the land that we love their outpourings shall cease, 30 YOUNG AMERICA. Bid him bear to her Ark, from her last field of slaughter, Upon Victory s wings, the green olive of Peace; And when the death-note of my bugle has sounded, And memorial tears are embalming my name, By young hearts like his may the grave be surrounded Where I sleep my last sleep in the sun beams of fame. YOUNG AMERICA. 31 Summoned to duty by his charger s neighs, The only summons that his pride obeys, He bows his farewell blessing, and is gone, In quiet heedlessness the Boy sleeps on. 32 YOUNG AMERICA. 1Y. Merrily bounds the morning bark Along the summer sea, Merrily mounts the morning lark The topmost twig on tree, YOUNG AMEE1CA. 33 Merrily smiles the morning rose The morning sun to see, And merrily, merrily greets the rose The honey-seeking bee. But merrier, merrier far are these, Who bring, on the wings of the morning breeze, A music sweeter than her own, A happy group of loves and graces, Graceful forms and lovely faces, All in gay delight outflown ; Outflown from their school-room cages, School-room rules, and school-room pages, Lovely in their teens and tresses, Summer smiles, and summer dresses, 2 34 YOUNG AMERICA. f Joyous in their dance and song, "With sweet sisterly caresses, Arm in arm they speed along ; " (Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet, To brisk notes in cadence beating, Glance their many twinkling feet. Slow melting strains their Queen s approach declare. Where er she turns the Graces homage pay, With arms sublime, that float upon the air,)" She comes the gentle Lady of my Lay, Well pleased that, for her welcome to prepare, I borrow music from the Muse of Gray. YOUNG AMERICA. 35 His heroine was the lovely Paphian Queen, Mine seems the Huntress of the Sylvan scene, The chaste Diana, with her Nymphs, in gay And graceful beauty keeping holiday. Sudden she pauses in the race of joy, Around the Cradle Bower where sleeps the Boy, And, with a sunny smile of gladness, sees His golden ringlets, on the dancing breeze, Shading his eyelids and, with quick delight, Bids her wild nymphs to wing their merry flight Home to their morning nests, and leave her care To watch the slumberer in his rose-leafed chair. 00 YOUNG AMEEICA. He, in his beauty, to her fancy seems To be the young Endymion of her dreams Of yester evening, when, alone and still, Waiting the coming of the whip-poor-will, Our climate s nightingale, her garden bird, From lips unseen, unknown, this whispered song she heard : " The summer winds are wandering here, In mountain freshness, pure and free, And all that to the eye are dear In rock and torrent, flower and tree, YOUNG AMERICA. 37 Upon the gazing stranger come, Till, in his starlight dreams at even, It seems another Eden-home, Reared by the word the breath of Heaven. To-morrow and the stranger s gone, And other scenes, as bright as this, May win it from his bosom soon, And dim its wild- wood loveliness. But ever round this spot his heart Will be while Memory s leaves are green, The fairy scene may be forgot, But not the Fairy of the scene. 38 YOUNG AMERICA. The song she sang, the lip that breathed it, The cheek of rose, the speaking eye, The brow of snow, the hair that wreathed it, In their young life and purity, Will dwell within his heart among His holiest, longest cherished things, Themes worthy of a worthier song, Dear Lady of the mountain springs." UNIVEKSITY YOUNG AMERICA. And who is she the Fairy of the scene A bright-eyed, beautiful maiden of eighteen, Lovely and learned, and well "skilled to rule," The Lady-Mentor of a village school, " Teaching young Girls ideas how to shoot ;" A tree of knowledge, rich in flowers and fruit, A model heroine in mien and mind, An " Admirable Crichton " crinolined, And author of a charming Book that sings Delightfully concerning wedding rings, Tracing the progress of the lightning dart Between the bridal finger and the heart, And proving the arithmetic untrue Which teaches us that one and one make two, 40 YOUNG AMERICA. Whereas the marriage ring is worn to prove That two are one the Algebra of Love, Such is the Lady of my song, and now She gazes on her young Endymion s brow, And, fancying by a sudden thought be guiled, Herself a mother bending o er her child, Unconsciously imprints upon his eyes A kiss brimfull of all the charities, Sacredly secret, eloquently mute, Yet " musical as is Apollo s lute," Of power to lure a swan from off the lake, Or wooing blue-bird from an April tree, YOUNG AMEEICA. 4:1 Upsprings the Boy, exclaiming, I m awake ! And shakes his golden locks in frolic glee. One look and, like an arrow from the string, Away the maiden went, on laughing wing, Graciously leaving, ere she homeward flew, On the green turf impearled with drops of dew, Farewell impressions.of the prettiest foot That ever graced and charmed a Gaiter Boot. 2* YOUNG AMERICA. V. The awakened Boy, not fond of early rising, Resumed his pillow, thus soliloquizing : " That Lady s pleasant smile and ruby lip Might hope to win my heart s companionship, But for the memory of that morn which proved That he is happiest who has never loved. YOUNG AMEEIOA. 4:3 That morn, when I, within a Lady s bower. Offered my heart, hand, and a handsome dower To ONE who, to my great and sad surprise, Told me, with mischief in her laughing eyes, That she was not at all inclined to marry, And added, in a most provoking tone, That YOUNG AMERICA had better tarry At Jericho until his beard was grown, And like his Eagle, wear upon his wings Feathers before he proffered wedding rings ; That purpling grapes looked lovely on their vines, But she preferred them perfected in wines, That on my cheek the down was fair to see, But she admired the full-bio wnfcworis, 4A YOUNG AMERICA. And rather liked in men a modest pride Of moustache if artistically dyed." She then, dismissing me in queenly state, Locked of her Eden the unfeeling gate, And I a victim to Love s cruel dart, Went to the Opera with a broken heart ! Along thy peopled solitude Broadway ! I walked, a desolate man ; day after day, With downcast eyes and melancholy brow, Until a lady s letter asked me why I passed her ladyship without a bow ; YOUNG AMERICA. 45 To which I sent the following reply, My earliest-born attempt at poetry : " The heart hath sorrows of its own, And griefs it veils from all, And tears, close-hidden from the world, In solitude will fall, And when its thoughts of agony Upon the bosom lie, Even Beauty in her loveliness May pass unheeded by. 4:6 YOUNG AMEEICA. " Tis only on the happy That she never looks in vain, To them her smiles are rainbow hopes, New-born of summer rain, And their glad hearts will worship her, As one whose home is heaven ; A being of a brighter world, To earth a season given. " That time with me has been and gone, And life s best music now Is but the winter s wind that bends The leafless forest bough. YOUNG AMERICA. 4:7 And I would shun, if that could be, The light of young blue eyes, They bring back hours I would forget, And painful memories. " Yet, lady, though too few and brief, There are bright moments still, "When I can free my prisoned thoughts, And wing them where I will, And then thy smiles come o er my heart Like sunbeams o er the sea, And I can bow as once I bowed When all was well with me." 4:8 YOUNG AMERICA. And now farewell to Rhyme ! and welcome Reason ! Tis past my early manhood s pleasant sea son; If morning dreams, that visit our closed eyes, Changed, when we wake to Life s realities, I might become a SOLDIER of renown, Or wear a PREACHER S or a TEACHER S gown ; For all three in my dreams since rose the sun, Have sought to make me their adopted one, Destined to run the race that each has run ; But my Ambition s leaves no more are green, In one brief month my age will be FIFTEEN. I ve seen the world, and by the world been seen, YOUNG AMERICA. 4:9 And now am speeding fast upon the way To the calm, quiet evening of my day ; There but remains one promise to fulfil, I bow myself obedient to its will, And am prepared to settle down in life By wooing winning wedding A EICH WIFE.