The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1867-05-06

addressed by Freedom:A u n5tz7H 6us u59 q.
because the years were heavy on thy head; asjHl
Because dead things ale dead; . a. ftl-1 hrit "a
Because thy chosen on hill side, city and plain
Are shed as drops ofrain; -,
Because all earth was black ali heaven was blind,
And we cast out Of mind; b. a9ITrfN - : I'D
Because tssn men wept' saying, Freedom, knowing I,
Child, that thou vast not free; b.rpf r.,- "a b3g
Because wherever blood was not shame was
Where thy pure foot did pass; .. .
BeS;use on Promethean rocks distept it-'
Thee fOuler eagles rent sd 8G5 .ir ast fu4t..l
Because Q serpent stains with slime and fam
This thatfs not thy Rome;
Child ofmy womb, whose limbs were made IN me, as
Have forgotten thee? ?-
In al thy dreams through all these years on wing,
Hast thou dreamed such thing ?
The mortal mother-bird outsoars her nest, sgD 5hi
The child outgrows the breast; - -. -,-..
But suns as stars shall fall from heaven and cease
Ere we twain be as these;
Yea, utmost skies forget their utmost sun, 7ais All
My lesser jewels sewn on skirt and hem.
j have no need of them. - 5l's eG3l,
Obscured and fawed by soth of craft or nower.
But thou, that vast my flower, 5-eI II - 'gtlr
The blossom bound between my brows and worn
In sight of even and morn = ii-l ~ - D
From The last ember OF the fameless west stl-
10 the lawns barring breast
%sae ar to hSt wses GaH II thou vert ce
Though heaven and earth be set
Against thee, U unconQuerable child .-, .
Abused, abased, reviled, "
Lift thou not less from no funcreal bed Tltl quo
ILho uiiuiSuOLOTeQ ueau
Love thou not less, by lips of thine once prest,
Inns my now barren breast; . kfs. :.
Seek thou not less being well assured thereof,
y child, my 10 est love.
For now the barren bosom shall bear fruit, l.5-
songs ioap from lips long mute, - = sf -
And Has, with a. my y, milk the mouths nations fed
mat were s worn white with hunger and sorrow and
| And thou most fair and first. 19 sraF .u..al. ID
Thou whose warm hands an sweet live lima fael
| Upon me for seal. ''
Thou whose least looks, whose smiles and little sshs
w nose passionate pure eyes, A s---~I. -
whose dear fair limbs that neither bonds could
Nor hate of men misuse, ,, .s. .... + ..o
. mine and undefled, ~ T1-- = : - SSNN'. h.
FIJI with such tears as burn like bitter wine
THESE mothers eyes Of mine, ~ f-7-
ihrhi Tha %iTn huge passions and primeval pains
osWeetest mead seen higher than any stands
l touch thee with my hands, ''1- 80 yr-..s7
iay lay my nps upon thee, Q thou most sweet, ,r
TO lit thee on thy feet @T1'' ~ y 'f 'e p
And with the fire OF mine to fill thipo eves: - fn
say unto thee arise. t,as.,.- s. - r.-.-t ef+
| Then follows pause, a change of key, and
the poet apostrophizes Mazsini in some lines
of great vigor and beauty. The cites of Italy
are called ON to unite in praise of their chief
In the address to- Genoa occurs the following
| reference to Columbus: lW 4u7aem 81
80 mother Genoa through all years that run I
|
Who first beyond the seals Of sunset prest '."
Even to The unfooted west, 60
Whose ack-blown flag scared from their shsltsrng
| seas ''
The unknown Atlantides, 81 el
And as flame climbs through cloud and yapor clomb
through streams Of storm and foam,
| TIL halt In sight they saw land heave and SWIM
IN More S,ld than s,, this man praise him.
one i9und world newborn from virgin sea;
And one found Italy" l-,f '..l 81"
There is also a stirring address to Garibaldi,
which we reprinted several days ago. -e"e''
The poem has many isolated passages mark
ed by the peculiar delicacy and grace of ex-
preston, and melody Of fversifcation which Mr.
Swinburne SO often displays. We select
specimen or two, culled at random: 'a-
In the clear laughter OF all winds and waves
In the blown grass of graves, ti3talGT = Y tl
IN the long sound OF fu tuant boughs OF trees, ,lu
In the broad breath Of seas,
| Bid the sound OF thy flying folds be heard"
"Ye starry-headed heights, rsz aaf u1.I .. r
| And gcrges melting sunward from the snow,
And all strong streams that flow u '
Iens,er as tears. and iair as fath, and pare
AS hearts made sad and sure
AT once by many suferings and one love-"
| Praise him, siena, and thou her deep green
o ronte r:9Iing' sranda sing; e.s el
Shout from the red cleis of thy fiery crass, Ia, ~
Shake out thy flying flags iii
Iu the long wind that streams from hill to hill;
Bid thy full music fill ULf |E ~ I...
The des0ate red waste O. fsunset air ...- .
| And fields the old time saw fair,
Butnow tie hours ring void through ruined lands"
We might extend these extracts, but want Of
space forbids. The ringing lines with which
the poem concludes were printed on the fourth
| page Of our issue of Friday 7'oi J
| The book is for sale by Hall L. Davis. -ta
| PRoMETHEUs IN ATLANTIS: A Pronhecv of
| the Extinction of the Christian Civilization
New York: G. w. Carleton & Co. -
We do not imagine that many readers will
ever get much beyond the title Of this book
For ourselves we acknowledge that very fsw
chapters have been quite enough for us; and
with every desire to fulfil the duty of a faithful
journalist in reporting the news of the literary
world, we confess our inability to cope Win
anything SO stupendous The author teiis us
that he asks no "prouder or holier epitaph
| than this: "Here lies one who, with higher
| truth, promoted the extinction ofthe Christian
civilization" What the higher truth is by
which he expects to knock the life out OF the
Chr;st;an civilization we are unable to tell; the
hook being written in style of such magnifi-
cent disregard of ordinary intelligibility that,
as Artemus Ward would say, we "treat it as
couundrum, and give It up" Nor