Part 5 (1/2)
With star-tipped torch that reached and rolled Through cloud-built corridors of gold: His bride, austere and stern and grand,-- Bartholdi's Goddess by the sea, Far lifting, lighting Liberty From prison seas to Freedom's land
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The flaed to see such ly scorn
Then like so-riven tree They sank down in that flame--and slept And all was hushed above that steep So still, that they ht sleep and sleep; As still as when a day is born
At last! froht,-- Tings of flaht; Tings of fla, tranquil, snowy cone; Tings of love, tings of light, Far, far above that troubled night, Asto God's throne
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And all night long that upward light Lit up the sea-cow's bed below: The far sea-cows still calling so It seeht! there was no night Nay, nay, There was no night The night that lay Between that awful eve and day,-- That naht was burned away
THE RHYME OF THE GREAT RIVER
PART I
Rhyme on, rhyme on in reedy flow, O river, rhymer ever sweet!
The story of thy land isto know
Rhyme on, O river of the earth!
Gray father of the dreadful seas, Rhyme on! the world upon its knees Shall yet invoke thy wealth and worth
Rhyhty streas in the heaven ofsweetest in this warm south wind; I sit thybanks and bind A broken harp that fitful sings
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And where is lory, and what has she done?
By the Mexican seas in the path of the sun Sit you down: in the crescent of seas sit you down
Ay, glory enough by h in that battle-torn town, Hidden down in the crescent of seas, hidden down 'Mid nolia-strown trees
But mine is the story of souls; of a soul That bartered God's liold,-- Sold stars and all space for a thing he could hold In his palm for a day, ere he hid with the mole
O father of waters! O river so vast!
So deep, so strong, and so wondrous wild,-- He ee father e his child
His sea-land is true and so valiantly true, His leaf-land is fair and so marvellous fair, His palnolia blooms to its dome of blue
His rose-land has arbors of moss-swept oak,-- Gray, Druid old oaks; and the s in the wind is the battle-smoke Of duellists, dead in her storied days
His love-land has churches and bells and chie flowers; And that is the reason for all these rhyh all the hours!