Now then, nine cheers for the Stay-at-home Ranger! Union and Liberty. FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battlefields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and illumined in story, Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame! Up with our banner bright, Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, Loud rings the Nation's cry, UNION AND LIBERTY! ONE EVERMORE! Light of our firmament, guide of our Nation, Empire unsceptred! what foe shall assail thee, Yet if, by madness and treachery blighted, Dawns the dark hour when the sword thou must draw, Then with the arms of thy millions united, Smite the bold traitors to Freedom and Law! Up with our banner bright, etc. Lord of the Universe! shield us and guide us, Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun! Thou hast united us, who shall divide us? Keep us, O keep us the MANY IN ONE! Up with our banner bright, Sprinkled with starry light, Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, Loud rings the Nation's cry, UNION AND LIBERTY! ONE EVERMORE! POEMS FROM THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST TABLE. 1857-1858. The Chambered Nautilus. THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! Sun and Shadow. As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, Yon bark, that afar in the distance is seen, Now dark in the shadow, she scatters the spray Now white as the sea-gull, she flies on her way, Yet her pilot is thinking of dangers to shun,- How little he cares, if in shadow or sun They see him who gaze from the shore! He looks to the beacon that looms from the reef, As he drifts on the blast, like a wind-wafted leaf, Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves May see us in sunshine or shade; Yet true to our course, though the shadows grow dark, And stand by the rudder that governs the bark, One moves in silence by the stream, Along its front no sabres shine, For those no death-bed's lingering shade ; With knitted brow and lifted blade For these no clashing falchions bright, The bloodless stabber calls by night,— For those the sculptor's laurelled bust, For these the blossom-sprinkled turf Two paths lead upward from below, Who count each burning life-drop's flow, Though from the Hero's bleeding breast Though the white lilies in her crest While Valour's haughty champions wait Love walks unchallenged through the gate, Musa. O MY lost beauty!-hast thou folded quite Beyond those iron gates Where Life crowds hurrying to the haggard Fates, To chill our fiery dreams, Hot from the heart of youth plunged in his icy streams? Leave me not fading in these weeds of care, Have I not loved thee long, Though my young lips have often done thee wrong, Bearing thy rose-hued torch, and bid thine altar burn? And heap thy marble floors As the wild spice-trees waste their fragrant stores, And lapped in Orient seas, When all their feathery palms toss, plume-like, in the breeze No wailing bulbul's throat, No melting dulcimer's melodious note When o'er the midnight wave its murmurs float, With flow so liquid-soft, with strain so velvet-smooth. Where loop the clustered vines And the close clinging dulcamara1 twines,- And coral pendants shorn from Autumn's berried stems. Sit by me drifting on the sleepy waves,― Or stretched by grass-grown graves, Whose gray, high-shouldered stones, Carved with old names Life's time-worn roll disowns, Still slumbering where they lay While the sad Pilgrim watched to scare the wolf away. Still let me dream and sing,- Where scarlet cardinals bloom-for me no more,- Sprinkling its mirrored blue like golden-chaliced stars! While blue-eyed Summer smiles 1 The bitter-sweet" of New England is the Celastrus scandens, — "Bourreau des arbres" of the Canadian French. |