I 'Here will I make my home-for here at least I see, Upon this wild Sierra's side, the steps of Liberty; Where the locust chirps unscared beneath the unpruned lime, And the merry bee doth hide from man the spoil of the mountain thyme; Where the pure winds come and go, and the wild vine strays at will, An outcast from the haunts of men, she dwells with Nature still. II 'I see the valleys, Spain! where thy mighty rivers run, And the hills that lift thy harvests and vineyards to the sun, And the flocks that drink thy brooks and sprinkle all the green, Where lie thy plains, with sheep-walks seamed, and olive-shades between : 39 I see thy fig-trees bask, with the fair pomegranate near, And the fragrance of thy lemon-groves can almost reach me here. III 'Fair-fair-but fallen Spain! 'tis with a swelling heart That I think on all thou mightst have been, and look at what thou art; But the strife is over now, and all the good and brave, That would have raised thee up, are gone, to exile or the grave. Thy fleeces are for monks, thy grapes for the convent feast, And the wealth of all thy harvest fields for the pampered lord and priest. IV But I shall see the day-it will come before I die— I shall see it in my silver hairs, and with an age-dimmed eye ; 49 When the spirit of the land to liberty shall bound, As yonder fountain leaps away from the darkness of the ground: And to my mountain cell, the voices of the free Shall rise, as from the beaten shore the thunders of the sea.' A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL Decolor, obscuris, vilis, non ille repexam Tunc superat pulchros cultus et quicquid Eois Indus litoribus rubra scrutatur in alga.-CLAUDIAN. I SAT beside the glowing grate, fresh heaped And last I thought of that fair isle which sent I saw it once, with heat and travel spent, 9 And scratched by dwarf oaks in the hollow way; Now dragged through sand, now jolted over stoneA rugged road through rugged Tiverton. And hotter grew the air, and hollower grew The deep-worn path, and horror-struck, I thought, Where will this dreary passage lead me to? This long dull road, so narrow, deep, and hot? I looked to see it dive in earth outright; I looked-but saw a far more welcome sight. A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL 85 Like a soft mist upon the evening shore, At once a lovely isle before me lay, Lay on the stubble field-the tall maize stood Dark in its summer growth, and shook its leaves— And bright the sunlight played on the young woodFor fifty years ago, the old men say, The Briton hewed their ancient groves away. I saw where fountains freshened the green land, And where the pleasant road, from door to door, With rows of cherry-trees on either hand, Went wandering all that fertile region o'er 20 30 Rogue's Island once-but when the rogues were dead, Rhode Island was the name it took instead. Beautiful island! then it only seemed A lovely stranger-it has grown a friend. I gazed on its smooth slopes, but never dreamed Dark anthracite ! that reddenest on my hearth, Yea, they did wrong thee foully-they who mocked And grew profane and swore in bitter scorn, 41 51 86 A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL Yet is thy greatness nigh. I pause to state, And I have seen-not many months ago An eastern Governor in chapeau bras And military coat, a glorious show! Ride forth to visit the reviews, and ah! How oft he smiled and bowed to Jonathan ! How many hands were shook and votes were won! 'Twas a great Governor-thou too shalt be 61 Great in thy turn-and wide shall spread thy fame, And swiftly; furthest Maine shall hear of thee, And cold New Brunswick gladden at thy name, And, faintly through its sleets, the weeping isle That sends the Boston folks their cod shall smile. 70 For thou shalt forge vast railways, and shalt heat The moving soul of many a spinning-jenny, 90 THE NEW MOON WHEN, as the garish day is done, Few are the hearts too cold to feel The sight of that young crescent brings And childhood's purity and grace, The captive yields him to the dream Most welcome to the lover's sight That sweetest is the lovers' walk, ΤΟ 20 30 |