The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1868-07-17
Poetry.
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From the London Times, July 8.
Welcome to England thou whose strains prolong
The glorious pede-roll Of our saxon song;
Ambassador and Pilgrim Bard Ia one,
Fresh from thy home--the heme of WASHINGTON
On he1rths as sacred as thine own, here stands
The loving welcome that thy name tommands;
BY trailing garments OF thy Muse divine
Poet OF Nature aud Of Nations, know
Thy fair fame spans the ocean like bow
Born from the rain that falls into each life LA.
Kindled by dreams with loveliest fancies life;
radiant march that wi b prismaiic dyes
Links the two worlds, its keystone in tn" skies.
The n9blest creatures of those dreams OF thine, d.
From Hiawatha to Evangeline,
Here thou wilt find, wheie'er thy footsteps roam,
Loved as the cherished Lares OF each home.
what prouder refrain heartens 10 the core
Than thon hast sung to brave Excelsior?
Where sounds more gladdenii ma ihis ear lilly
Than TIE sweet clarions of the Psalm OF life?
None bul the rTrest "dc0ntelr NAV grace a4sa
The mimic contest where most yield thee place
Say which, for either, fairer wreaths produce,
1rying's Astori or thy Flower de Luce?
Viii h haunted hostel lures more enests within.
Hawthorne's seven ea6es or the Waysde Inn?
Turning thy pictured page, what varying dyes
Shine through each latticed margins new sururisei
Here the swart Blacksmith, smirched with CRIME and
tan, -
Tears in his eyes, yet every inch man.
here, mid The lice-feld, heaving his last BREATH
nhs poor Save-monarch dreams himself TO death.
Iieie' Mnhe without loud raves the tempests din,
mere, wlie around the jewellers bra Vi within,
The dying Baron through the graves dark goal
S1eks hrists redeeming pass ort for his SOUL.
ho hears not now, stormed down lDong the leaves,
Inc rain that pourel like cataracts the caves,
noafed through the Kennels, dashed the streaming
- pabes, w r.H.
Flooded the squares the ST. eets. the courts, The
lanes, EF ~ 49,
tagging like seas that DER some laundering wreck
SWll thfo the scuppers from the swimming deck?
COOL teemlng, plenteous, soul-resreshing showers,
Quanes by parched earth and by the thirsting flow
ers, r-- 4r. ...s. -. r. -
Nor less by those who listened to thy song
Az like lodore's thy deluge dashed along fq,
W mere shotief solace than thy gentle voice a..l
FROM iiVen hearts can draw till grieis rejoice?
Ihat lay serene, the Reaper and the Flowers?
90 large tiny sympathies, thy hand can trace
charms In each cline and glory in each
so penetrant thy love. its gaze Can find
God in the flower, His breafhings in the wind
Mesh with mere hempen coil in Ropes walk spun
All human joys and ills beneath the sun;
wake with glad echoes of responsive rhymes
Long silent notes OF mediaval chimes; .a.a..t
Nay, hear In hush of serriel arms arrived r.u..
The diapason OF the canonade." i'.ll d. ...I
NIL purgatorial fires, in heaven, in hell,
Ihy dauntless soul hath lately dared to dwell,
rass'ng Ger burning mari, where Dante trud
nhpTgiPs ghost, to Beatrice and God ~
aed, rarely gifted Nature 10 translate
Renect not others, thus thyself CT cate
Ring out once more In thy own golden lines q
Lie inner m aiming, not the Fiorentire's- 3
Ihou who hast given thy dreamlngs to our sight
Ana syiabied the Voices OF the Night;
Ihou who hast sung, as none but thou could 81 ng,
The tender legend of the Angel-King;
Thou who around with aiiluent band hast thrown
The heavenly argess of thy benison, ~
Regarding none as alien to thy breast 'o|
CoiumDias foet hail as Engiands Guest
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