New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-07-21
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Only the greatness OF our loss can see
Can only mourn that ever day so bright
Should know n sunset and descend - night
How like that day thy life, whose moments ran
To the EXTREMIST mea cure good for man.
The rosy Hsht Of whose broaa morning spread
A bow vi prom se over thy young head,
Whose deepening noon, and lovely eve iuinled
The promised greatness thai for thee vas vilea.
O Grecian grsce o nObler Roman pride
Persuasive Sequence n truth allied,
Whose burning words IN patr.O'ic call
Rang like trumpet through the Senate Hall,
Uustained in honor In purpose high,
Valiant sincere, and open ~ the sky
O towering form with 'eryent hope eiatef
o honIed lips tho Bsyard Of Debate;
O heart ne large ~ the full hand was free,
Nations fearful homage follows thee.
Perchance you wish that these those old days,
And these news streets superb Athenian ways,
You fancy that the life more redly ran
In Romsn veins than 10 the modern man,
Yet In the days OF Alcibades,
Greece gave tae hemock cup 10 Socrates,
And Arisrdes shook off Athens dust
At her old gates because he WAS the JUST,
Ard mid the men OF which the Apollo stands
Their imsged manhood 70 admirug lands,
Which seem the Gods that old life loved and shared
DiOgepes TO find man despsired.
All never they In that old day which seems
Serene and lovely realm OF drcams,-
All never Helen nor Aspssia fair
Saw In their time what we SEES plainly there,
The distant hills poetic bloom we see,
But not the snake and stone and blighted tree;
No mariner before the summer gales
Fer sees the beauty Of the ship be sails.
For us all songs were sung, all words were said,
All deeds were done, by living and by dead,
By men like u.s. but bold, and firm, and true,
And more than man has DONE man has TO dc,
GROtM SedntOH, for in us there lies
The FIRE Prometheus stole from Grecian skies,
The IRE OF faith, of genius, and OF WILL
Which made the world at fIst and makes II ssD,
GRothi StautoR, In ourselves we find
The stately forms that tbrong the musing MIND,
Wherever wit and wisdom, truth and sense,
Grave ages caution swift youths eloquence,
Beauty and Love and stern Devotion, meet,
There is the sum Of history complete.
And here before me now in silence SIT
Achillean energy, Ulysseau cit,
Great songs unsung, heroic deeds undone,
And what majestic tTiumphs yet unwon,
So Cheops 7 alto, Snakspere, Arkwright, ali
The Gods and heroes within this hall,
And Cleopatra aud Zenobia,
Fair Helen always, and OpheLa,
With their Marx AutOnys, and hamletsi ana
Imperial Aurelians with the band
OF seven lovers 10 this hall appear
And every Romeo has his Juliet here
But not content with this rich orb OF ours,
For your ambition seeking equal powers,
n Rochester YOU leave this slow world mapping,
And ope the next worlds doors by merely rapPing'
Yet seize the truth that from the tongue
In gay or graver measure gides,
That never yet has Poet sung
SWEEPER song than may be wrung
From what our life betides.
And when in dreamy grace appear
The days whose clouds Time mslts away,
Deem us 10 Nature not less dear,
Nor thiuk DER Indian Cachmere
Fer broke brighter day
Not softer stole the mornings fire
From which old Memnon's song was born,
Than that which. redly climbing higher
With rosy fingers touched each spno
In Rochester, this morn.
Believe IL so, nor ever yield
The weapons that 70 US are given,
Our fathers welded, and we WELD,
We labor In their harvest field,
They work with US in heaven.