Part 4 (2/2)

Are we Pompeians gathered here to-day, Gazing upon our last superb display?

Crowning the hours with many a festal wreath, While red Vesuvius bubbles underneath?

Oh! no, my Countrymen! This cloud must be The smoke of incense floating o'er the free!

No lava-flood can e'er o'erwhelm this land, Held as 'tis holden, in G.o.d's mighty hand.

And when the garlands of to-day are pale, Shall clang of armorers riveting our mail Rise in harsh dissonance where now the song In surging music sweeps the land along?

No, Brothers, no! The Providence on high Stretches above us like the arching sky; As o'er the world that broad empyrean field, So o'er the nation G.o.d's protecting s.h.i.+eld!

His the great will which sways the tide of earth-- His the great will which giveth empires birth-- And this grand truth through every age and clime Is written out in characters sublime; But most we see the traces of His hand In the great Epic of our native land.

This new world had its Adam and he fled-- G.o.d's was the voice and G.o.d's the mighty tread Which scared the red man from his Eden bowers G.o.d's the decree which made the garden ours!

And Eden 'twas and such it still remains: Oh, Brothers! shall we prove a race of Cains?

Shall impious hands be armed with deadly things, Because we bring up different offerings Unto our altars? To the Nation's shrine I take my gift; my brother, take thou thine!

Again I ask: While this proud bronze remains, Shall this great people prove a race of Cains?

Here make your answer at this statue's base, Beneath this warrior's calm, majestic face; And here remember that your best applause To him is shown in standing by the Laws!

But if our rights shall ever be denied, I call upon you, by your race's pride, To seek some ”West Augusta” and unfurl Our banner where the mountain vapors curl: Lowland and valley then will swell the cry, He left us free: thus will we live, or die!

One other word, Virginia, hear thy son, Whose filial service now is nearly done-- Hear me old State! Thou art supremely blest: A hero's ashes slumber in thy breast!

Oh, Mother! if the ashes of a king Could nerve to deeds with which Fame's trumpets ring, What glove of challenger shall make thee start, When thy great son lies sleeping on thy heart!

HOW IT FELL CALM ON SUMMER NIGHT.

My Lady's rest was calm and deep: She had been gazing at the moon; And thus it chanced she fell asleep One balmy night in June.

Freebooter winds stole richest smells From roses bursting in the gloom, And rifled half-blown daffodils, And lilies of perfume.

These dainty robbers of the South Found ”beauty” sunk in deep repose, And seized upon her crimson mouth, Thinking her lips a rose.

The wooing winds made love full fast-- To rouse her up in vain they tried-- They kist and kist her, till, at last, In ecstasy they died.

A FRIEND OF MINE.

We sat beneath tall waving trees that flung Their heavy shadows o'er the dewy gra.s.s.

Over the waters, breaking at our feet, Quivered the moon, and lighted solemnly The scene before us.

He with whom I talked Was in the n.o.ble vigor of his youth: Tall, much beyond the standard, and well knit, With a dark, Norman face, from which the breeze Flung back his locks of ebon darkness which In rare luxuriance fell around his brow, That, in its ma.s.sive beauty, brought me up Pictures by ancient masters; or the sharp And perfect features carved by Grecian hands, In days when G.o.ds, in forms worthy of G.o.ds, Started from marble to bewitch the world-- A brow so beautiful was his, that one Might well conceive it always bound with dreams; His eyes were luminous and full of gleams, That made me think of waves wherein I've seen The moon-hued lightning breaking in the dark With sudden flashes of phosphoric light: His cheeks were bronze, his firm lips scarlet-hued.

The Roman's valor, the a.s.syrian's love Of ease and pomp sat on his crimson lips, Uneasy rulers on the self-same throne, Spoiling the empire of the soul within: Such was his face.

His thoughts went forth like emperors, and all His words arrayed themselves around them like Imperial guards.

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