Which into grander forms our mortal metal ran; She gave us this unblemished gentle man: What shall we give her back but love and praise As in the dear old unestranged days Before the inevitable wrong began? Mother of States and undiminished men, Thou gavest us a country, giving him, And we owe alway what we owed thee then : The boon thou wouldst have snatched from us agen Shines as before with no abatement dim. A great man's memory is the only thing With influence to outlast the present whim And bind us as when here he knit our golden ring. All of him that was subject to the hours Lies in thy soil and makes it part of ours: Across more recent graves, out Our hands as free from afterthought or doubt As here the united North The long-breathed valor and undaunted will, Which, like his own, the day's disaster done, Could, safe in manhood, suffer and be still. Both thine and ours the victory hardly won; If ever with distempered voice or pen We have misdeemed thee, here we take it back, And for the dead of both don common black. Be to us evermore as thou wast then, As we forget thou hast not always been, Mother of States and unpolluted men, Virginia, fitly named from England's manly queen! AN ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY, 1876. I. 1. ENTRANCED I saw a vision in the cloud That loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky, Full of fair shapes, half creatures of the eye, Half chance-evoked by the wind's fantasy In golden mist, an ever-shifting crowd: There, mid unreal forms that came and went In robes air-spun, of evanescent dye, A woman's semblance shone pre-emineut; Not armed like Pallas, not like Hera proud, But, as on household diligence intent, Glad children clustered confident in play : (That loosened would have gilt her garment's hem), Succinct, as toil prescribes, the hair was wound In lustrous coils, a natural diadem. The cloud changed shape, obsequious to the whim Of some transmuting influence felt in Seven years long was the bow Each by her sisters made bright, 4. Stormy the day of her birth : Rise lost in heaven, the household's Of Rome, fair quarry where those eagles In fame, and born beneath a milder star), That to Earth's orphans, far as curves the dome, Of death-deaf sky, the bounteous West With dear precedency of natural ties men gently wise? And if the nobler passions wane, Tempt from the proper race-course of That crowns their patient breath And set our pulse in tune with moods divine : Long the day lingered in its sea-fringed nest, Then touched the Tuscan hills with And paused; then on to Spain and The splendor flew, and Albion's misty Shall Ocean bar him from his destined Whose feet, song-pinioned, are too fleet Or are we, then, arrived too late, for Death, Yet may she claim one privilege urbane 3. O, better far the briefest hour Of Athens self-consumed, whose plastic power Hid Beauty safe from Death in words or stone; Doomed with the rest to grope disconsolate, Foreclosed of Beauty by our modern date? III. POETS, as their heads grow gray, In guileless youth's diviner way; And dread the care-dispelling wine Even as they look, the leer of doubt; 2. Murmur of many voices in the air Where wisdom and not numbers should have weight, 3. O, as this pensive moonlight blurs my pines, Here as I sit and meditate these lines, To gray-green dreams of what they are by day, So would some light, not reason's sharpedged ray, Trance me in moonshine as before the` flight Of years had won me this unwelcome right To see things as they are, or shall be soon, In the frank prose of undissembling noon! 4. Back to my breast, ungrateful sigh! The golden age is still the age that's past: I ask no drowsy opiate To dull my vision of that only state Founded on faith in man, and therefore sure to last. For, O, my country, touched by thee, Seed-field of simpler manners, braver The gray hairs gather back their gold; truth, Thy thought sets all my pulses free; Not to thy natal-day belong Bugbear of fools, a summons to the brave : Strength found he in the unsympathizing sun, And strange stars from beneath the And the dumb ocean pitilessly grave: But bolder they who first off-cast For all earth's width of waters is a And their convulsed existence mere repose, Matched with the unstable heart of man, Open to every wind of sect or clan, 2. They steered by stars the elder shipmen knew, And laid their courses where the currents draw Of ancient wisdom channelled deep in law, The undaunted few Who changed the Old World for the And more devoutly prized Than all perfection theorized The more imperfect that had roots and They founded deep and well, In some fine flourish of a pen, Secure against his own mistakes, A cog of iron in an iron wheel, As if he must be other than he seems Postponing Time's slow proof to petu- Yet herein they were great Of hardier growth, alive from rind to core, By making man sole sponsor of himself. 3. God of our fathers, Thou who wast, Thy secret presence shall be lost We, sprung from loins of stalwart men And walk with them a fellow-citizen Than long-considering Nature will or The land to Human Nature dear can, Shall not be unbeloved of Thee. |