New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1848-01-12
NETWORK TRIBUNE.
New Publications.

POEMS: BY JANIS Resell LOWELL Second Series
fpp lsi, l2mo) Cambridge Geo. Nichols. Bos-
ton Il. Il. Mussey & Co.
We ike Lowell's verses in the main, though not
blind 70 bis frequent faults. He usually writes
well not by virtue OF any very marked Poetic gen
as but because his heart is warm and true, bis iath
strong and his aspirations noble. As Poet he
owes much 10 the Age; we think be will amply
repay the debt if his life be spared ten years longer
lie may yet be the Burns Of our Country if he reso
lutely willthe mortal foe of all knavish Respecta
bilities and long honore1 Crimes the champion and
cheersr Of depressed Manhood He has already
poured forth many stirring remonstrance against
War and Slavery and in several Of his later verses
has ovinced clear prophetic vision Of the good
time coming. There are several good poems and
many excellent stanzas in this volume some Of
which have already appeared il our columns
There nre some other more lofty. but none we like
better than these:
THE ROYAL PEDIGREE.
IrT those who VIII claim gentle birth.
And take their PRIDE in Norman blood,
Tie purest ancestry on earth
Must tnd ts spring in Adams mud
And all though noble OF base.
From the same level took their rise
And, side BY side. In loving grace,
Leaped, crystaclear, from Paradise.
We are no spawn Of bariered love,
That s welded TO the heart with gole
Put as lightly as glove,
As lightly dofed, scarce three days old
4 love that maTries lands 10 lands,
The passion Of two title-deeds,
That loosely rlvets two cold hands,
And ldler heirs 10 oilers breeds.
Large-limbed, the friend of sun and air,
It's sinewy arms with labor brown,
With glad, strong soul, that seemed 10 wear
Its human nature Ike a crown
such was the love from which sprang
owe clear. hearted as The morn,
Which through lifc's tolls and troubles sang
Like a tail reaper mid the corn.
Life lay before rs bare and broad,
To conquer with two hands alone
But we haf faith in and God,
And proudly claimed our Fathers throne;
We made vassal Of the Now,
And from IT'S want and woe and wrong
Our hearts rose lightly as a bough
From which bird had SCARED in song.
Among our sres no high-born chief
Freckcd mia hands with peasant gore.
No spurred and coroneted thief
Set his mailed heel upon the poor
No, come Of nODer line,
With larger heart within the breast.
Large heari by suffering made divine
We draw our lineage from the Oppressed
Not from the sceptred hrutes who regned
But from the humble souls who bore.
And so gOd-llse patience gained,
Which. suffering much, could suffer more,
Which learned forgiveness. and the grace
That comeih Of Bonded knee
From martyrs such as these we trace
Our royal geneaogy.
There a not a great soul gone before
That Is not numbered in our clan,
Who. when the world took side with power,
stood boldly on the eide OF Man;
All hero spirits. plain and grand,
That for the Ages ope the door,
Az Lstors dusty monsrclis, stand
Among the children Of the poor.
Let others boast of ancestors
Who handed down some Idle right
To stand beside their tyrsnt's horse.
Or buckle his spurs before the night;
We, too. have our ancestral claim
OF marching IN the van,
OF givisg ourselves 70 steel and flame,
Where aught 3 20 be achieved for msn.
And Is not this fsmlly-tree
Worth keeping fair from age to aser
Was ever such ancestry
oldblaz0ned on the heralds page
In dear New England let us stin
Maintain and title pure.
The men and women Of heart and will,
The menarchs who ENDURE.