New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-07-21
MIR. Curtis,s Poem,


Refresh the citizen, as on they pass,
With scent of garden flower or s-mown erase,
Renew the hopes that his young childhood knew,
And even IL Nallstreet find their lover true
Mid "bulls and bears" ne dreams OF other stocks
And shaving notes would tain shear latter hocks,
In gay Broadway on sultry Summer days.
His fervent fancy PAGES broader ways,
And in the fountain by the City Hall
He hears the fash of woodland waterfall,
With which his pensve heart il more content
Than with sweet offers Of fifteen per cent.
The fragrant winds blow on, nor pause to tell
What avaIicious Memory boards so well,
And ,weepiLg out In their majestic play
Der the uniurrowsd meadows of the bay,
They sow calm, broadcast, on TIL summer sea,
And vi America make Italy
Crowded in Cities leading hot life,
Vexed and harassed with iynominiOus strife,
That aims at no high excellence, but which
Owns its ft heroes only 10 the rich,
Which from good matches loves 10 lifh marriage,
Drive In the Avenue and keep carriage,
Follow some reputable, profitable craft
And guard ourselves and purses from draft,
Thus crowded, struggling, stumbling, on we go,
Gliding the sinful much less tnan the slow,
Our spicy isles of Araby the blest,
That golden suip along our utmost West
And this passionate desire and dream,
To put of payday, and to put on steam
Amid this life these son midsummer days
LinRer awhile like tropical estrays,
Singing of streams and hills, of fields and flowers,
And the strange happiness Of tranquil hours,
For In the lap Of Nature werewe BORN,
Nor ever from her yearning love quite torn;
Sill she encirces u.s. and tain would draw
Our rowing wills TO her sublmest law,
And though her mighty cdnons are at strite
With the low rules Of artificial le,
Yet needless OF our passion, needless, too,
OF our small fort 10 forget the true
Patient and calm, her lofty lip uncurlcd
Even at those young men who " know the world"
Thofe callow stripngs, SO content at last,
n they can only be considered fast -
She wins ne It'll with every force she knows,
With every wind that from the sweet South blows,
With every flower that penetrates the air
With breath fragrant as It's bloom ID fair
With every bubbliDg brook and musing wood,
An with the oceans solemn solitude.
We owe TO these debt our childhood grew
In the kind sunshine of this brooding blue,
The mountains leaped against the distant sky,
To crown the high ambition OF our eye,
The sun.suled waters, or storm'heavlng, lay
To every farthe.t shore, smooth highway.
And this large beauty like Sybll sung
Rare secrets 10 with Its magic tongue,
Wbose music peals upon the elder brain
In many a wild and fragmentary strain,
So that, perchance, In an unguarded hour,
We drop tear upon withered flower,
And eyes, that not a city s sins appal,
Are humid when their musiDg chances tal
Upon group Of children at their play
on the calm sunset of Summer day.
Sill we return, and still as pilgrims come
Back to their childhoOds unfOrgotten home,
pdclimb the chair where they climbed the knee,
To kiss the cheek that no more kissed shall De,
And mace the paths remembering vows untold,
The full heart burning, while the lips were cold,
To lie again upon the scented grass,
Ard watch the feecy June clouds change and pass,
Not dreaming that the clouds and shifting year
Rehearsed the fortunes OF their own career,
To see the moonlight soothe with gracious gleanS
The wayward dance OF the unresting streams
And hear cee,tisl whispers In the air
Murmur that everything Is good and fair
Ftarpsl Nature which around us lies,
MoloinQ our minds as 1t delights our eyes,
Ia still as full OF promise and OF cheer
A In the proudest Greek or Roman year;
All ipspiraton Greek or Roman drew
From that exhaustless fountain flows for you,
And I'VE still fresh from high Homerc strains
May find an equal poem on these plains
Nor ever think, though well the hDman spoke,
The magic wand of eloquence Is broke,
Nor deem art alien In these latest lands,
Because the Phidian Jove supremacy stands
MOI So for sculpture, eioquence and song,
Whatever uods mar kind or charms II long,
Have root Ia Nature and as poisoning
Graces the advent Of each virgin sprung,
So that this Summers roses have bloom
As fair as those that Psestums PLAIN perfume,
So over every age and every race,
RnIss the same Nature with Protean lace,
Smiling Ia art and In all action, still -
Shaving the way - him who has tue VIII,
For each of us may win his NJ Iathon,
And sill for US flows limpd Heiicon.
And vou NV Brothers, who, with hopes and fears,
Turn from tae studies of these younger years
Who rapt ON Sophocles soft numbers nung'
Sucking the honey dripping from ms "nsue'
Or li,tened doubling whether mao OF giao,
Was Anime .Eschyus in thunder ciad'
Or following the fragrant, slnuous stream
M pure Stmonldes. deemed IL dream,
0r hired by luscious Ovid did not miss
The my,rc maze OF metamorpnosls'
Doun Virei's limpd line enaInored ran,
or ausfed with Horace, pure Falernlaa-
you il behoves not IDLY 10 believe
w.. Ia those hooks all poetry you leave,
Won II behooves, to feel that Poet 90"
No uip 81 green laurel for his brow,
NJ walk ike Dante thro stupendOus gloom,
And mourn, ike Petrarch, over Laura torno.
We baply. dream of old Demosthenes
sr,syips alone beside the Greeian seas
Of wily Cicero with canning fence,
T,ssrrS1ne less crafty eloqdt nee
n, FnpIapo's Chatham aud oil Mirsoeau,
~ Patrick HenTy-snd ne prouaiy sho"
~ ~ 49,, the tsdeless laurels that they wear,
,rd .geeter, for their names TINS evening Az
W,u won their lsu els ard all Ilue' uI l
SIM 10 preserve TIT IN beautiful ana D..su lL Ia
We'll Won their lsures,-yet II 'nel 70
Tn The Immortal bays that bloom ioI 'ioo'
o,e sreener Leaf with Tevereniial care, :. 49,
O. e;ous hands would haste 70 wrestne inert,
STrerbst the children OF unnumoereu years
Wi see those au els as through gratetu sesf''
- i..rn ,hat Nature has not niggNd grown,
60 Time's last heir msy claim thee ior us OWL
And Turn from all antique renoSn. away,
To mediate thy grea'ness
NIL, iron, ,h, west the ling dng daylight dies,
srdbreezes pause beneath the evening safes,
w. birds are husled when busy toll Is stil,
Ard psu,iva t~iigh touches field and MIL,
when full sailed barks like languid specters dream
Irn(u the oily Ocesr or tranced stream,
Add drowsy Earth lies 81 en-, Ia the arm
OF holy NishL secure from ali Alarm
Tho long the solemn sunset v as ioreknown,
Will. Dsy imperial hIed burning thronei
Tbo' lor 10 the sloping shadow bad been seen
Troubling sth gradual dark the lessening green,
Y.t not the less that sunset oyerpSwers
Tue CLOSING thought Of MONS triumphant hours
Yet DO, The less In that sad moment, We