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On the rock primeval, hidden in the Bearing up the Ark is lightsome, golden Past its bases be,
Apis hid within, Block by block the endeavoring Ages While we Levites share the offerings, built it up to what we see.
richer by the people's sin.
But dig down: the Old unbury ; thou Give to Cæsar what is Cæsar's ? yes, but shalt find on every stone
tell me, if you can, That each Age hath carved the symbol 1.
symbol Is this superscription Cæsar's here upon of what god to them was known. J our brother man? Udy shapes and brutish sometimes, but Is not here some other's image, dark and the fairest that they knew ;
sullied though it be, If their sight were dim and earthward, In this fellow-soul that worships, strug. yet their hope and aim were true. I
gles Godward even as we?
Surely as the unconscious needle feels the far-off loadstar draw,
| It was not to such a future that the MaySo strives every gracious nature to at... flower's prow was turned ; one itself with law;
Not to such'a faith the martyrs clung, And the elder Saints and Sages laid their |
exulting as they burned; pious framework right
Not by such laws are men fashioned, By a theocratic instinct covered from the
earnest, simple, valiant, great people's sight.
In the household virtues whereon rests
the unconquerable state. As their gods were, so their laws were ;
Thor the strong could reave and Ah ! there is a higher gospel, overhead steal,
the God-roof springs, So through many a peaceful inlet tore the And each glad, obedient planet like a Norseman's eager keel;
golden shuttle sings But a new law came when Christ came, Through the web which Time is weaving and not blameless, as before,
in his never-resting loom, Can we, paying him our lip-tithes, give Weaving seasons many-colored, bringing our lives and faiths to Thor.
prophecy to doom.
Law is holy : ay, but what law? Is there think you Truth a farthing rushlight,
nothing more divine Than the patched-up broils of Congress, With your deft official fingers, and your
to be pinched out when you will venal, full of meat and wine? Is there, say you, nothing higher ? 1.
politicians' skill ?
Is your God a wooden fetish, to be hidNaught, God save us! that tran-1
den out of sight scends
That his block eyes may not see you do Laws of cotton texture, wove by vulgar
the thing that is not right? men for vulgar ends ?
Did Jehovah ask their counsel, or sub. But the Destinies think not so; to their mit to them a plan,
judgment-chamber lone Ere he filled with loves, hones, longings, Comes no noise of popular clamor, there this aspiring heart of man?
Fame's trumpet is not blown; For their edict does the soul wait, ere it Your majorities they reck not; that swing round to the pole
you grant, but then you say Of the true, the free, the God-willed, all That you differ with them somewhat,that makes it be a soul ?
which is stronger, you or they?
Law is holy; but not your law, ye who Patient are they as the insects that build keep the tablets whole
islands in the deep; While ve dash the Law to pieces, shatter. They hurl not the bolted thunder, but it in life and soul;
their silent way they keep;
Where they have been that we know ; 1 “With gates of silver and bars of gold
where empires towered that were not Ye have fenced my sheep from their just;
Father's fold; Lo! the skulking wild fox scratches in a I have heard the dropping of their tears little heap of dust.
In heaven these eighteen hundred years." 1851.
“O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt, A PARABLE.
We build but as our fathers built;
Behold thine images, how they stand, Said Christ our Lord, “I will go and see Sovereign and sole, through all our land. How the men, my brethren, believe in me.”
“Our task is hard, - with sword and He passed not again through the gate of flame birth,
| To hold thine earth forever the same, But made himself known to the children And with sharp crooks of steel to keep of earth.
Still, as thou leftest them, thy sheep." Then said the chief priests, and rulers, Then Christ sought out an artisan, and kings,
A low-browed, stunted, haggard man, “ Behold, now, the Giver of all good And a motherless girl, whose fingers thin
Pushed from her faintly want and sin. Go to, let us welcome with pomp and
state Him who alone is mighty and great."
These set he in the midst of them, wiony and great. And as they drew back their garment. With carpets of gold the ground they
For fear of defilement, “Lo, here,” said
WRITTEN FOR THE CELEBRATION OF And in church, and palace, and judg
THE INTRODUCTION OF THE COCHITment-hall,
UATE WATER INTO THE CITY OF He saw his own image high over all.
Through strange, dark ways, untried And from under the heavy foundation
By pure desire of friendship led, stones, The son of Mary heard bitter groans.
('ochituate's ambassador; ***
He sends four royal gifts by me: And in church, and palace, and judg. Long life, health, peace, and purity.
ment-hall, He marked great fissures that rent the I'm Ceres' cup-bearer ; I pour, wall,
For flowers and fruits and all their kin, And opened wider and yet more wide Her crystal vintage, from of yore As the living foundation heaved and Stored in old Earth's selectest bin, sighed.
Flora's Falernian ripe, since God
The wine-press of the deluge trod. “ Have ye founded your thrones and altars, then,
In that far isle whence, iron-willed, On the bodies and souls of living men ? The New World's sires their bark And think ye that building shall endure, unmoored, Which shelters the noble and crushes the The fairies' acorn-cups I filled poor?
1 Upon the toadstool's silver board,
And, 'neath Herne's oak, for Shake. Poured here in vain;- that sturdy blood speare's sight,
Was meant to make the earth more Strewed moss and grass with diamonds
But in a higher, gentler mood
| Than broke this April noon serene; No fairies in the Mayflower came, | Two graves are here : to mark the place,
And, lightsome as I sparkle here, | At head and foot, an unhewn stone, For Mother Bay State, busy dame, | O'er which the herald lichens trace I've toiled and drudged this many a The blazon of Oblivion.
year, Throbbed in her engines' iron veins, These men were brave enough, and true Twirled myriad spindles for her gains. To the hired soldier's bull-dog creed;
What brought them here they never I, too, can weave: the warp I set
knew, Through which the sun his shuttle They fought as suits the English breed : throws,
They came three thousand miles, and And, bright as Noah saw it, yet
died, For you the arching rainbow glows, To keep the Past upon its throne ; A sight in Paradise denied
Unheard, beyond the ocean tide, To unfallen Adam and his bride. Their English mother made lier moan. When Winter held me in his grip, The turf that covers them no thrill
You seized and sent me o'er the wave, Sends up to fire the heart and brain ; Ungrateful ! in a prison-ship;
No stronger purpose nerves the will, But I forgive, not long a slave, No hope renews its youth again : For, soon as summer south-winds blew, From farm to farm the Concord glides, Homeward I fled, disguised as dew. And trails my fancy with its flow ;
O'erhead the balanced hen-hawk slides, For countless services I 'm fit,
Twinned in the river's heaven below. Of use, of pleasure, and of gain, But lightly from all bonds I fit,
But go, whose Bay State bosom stirs, Nor lose my mirth, nor feel a stain ;
Proud of thy birth and neighbor's right,
Where sleep the heroic villagers
Thought Reuben, snatching down his
Or Seth, as ebbed the life away, And here, Cochituate's envoy, wait
What earthquake rifts would shoot and To be your blithesome Ganymede,
run And brim your cups with nectar true
| World-wide from that short April fray ? That never will make slaves of you.
What then ? With heart and hand they
According to their village light;
'T was for the Future that they fought, SUGGESTED BY THE GRAVES OF TWO
Their rustic faith in what was right. ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD
Upon earth's tragic stage they burst BATTLE-GROUND.
Unsummoned, in the hunible sock ; THE same good blood that now refills Theirs the fifth act; the curtain first The dotard Orient's shrunken veins,
Rose long ago on Charles's block. The same whose vigor westward thrills, Bursting Nevada's silver chains, Their graves have voices ; if they threw Poured here upon the April grass, Dice charged with fates beyond their Freckled with red the herbage new ;
ken, On reeled the battle's trampling mass, Yet to their instincts they were true, Back to the ash the bluebird flew. | And bad the genius to be men.