New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1876-07-04
Day Of a hundred days!
Day of y mighty yOre!

What lOftler pecan shall we raise
To all that went before
Great shade, on thee we call,
Whose iron will Oermatch'd the battling breeze
Whose keel first cut our weed -entangled seas
Who made his guide that eyer-beck0ning Sun
Epic our annals hardly well begun,
Myth, wonder, romance all
How welcOm'd him the newfound murmurous
The stately hill-tops with reverent nod!
Before him how amaz'd the crowd,
The swart and silent savage bOw'd
Then haiId an added god
Happicst of yoyagers! First who Over-ran
Through all its leagues the mystic, moaning
main.
New rest and plenty, and his youth again
Giving to weary aud dshcarten'd man!
Not thine alone prOmiSd land TO find,
Broader than that which fll'd the prophets
dreams,
Nor piles of profuse gold,
Of silver viIgn-cOld,
Nor gems irTadiate with imprs0n'd CLEANS,
But lmany a hoary falseh)Od left bchindl
New realms OF Thought Commonwealth OF
mind!
Sable skies above her bending,
On the still-vex'd pillows riding,
With the frozen storm c0ntendlng,
ArgOsy of Faith abiding!
Shaken still from stern to beak,
Hinqerd by the treachrous leak,
Through numerous sea-distresses,
On and on the MayflOwer presses;
Of a new stock a new DeucaIion's ark,
TO coasts uncharted steers the Pilgrims
labring bark
For more than all they knew
Said forth that sanity crew
COld-starv'd and hungry, dard the desert grim,
Asking, whate'er the wind,
PropitOus or unkind,
Simply Gods Spuit-IIust alone i'm Him!
Up to a Canaan, far from mortal ken,
Only the crowns they won they went to
wear,
OF all the rest our age the unworthy heir
We Sons of Heaven albeit Sons of Men,
All should those stainless ghosts ~ end
To guage the triple ceutury's cur.
How could we bear their stern and quo pning
eyes.
TO tn arraignment frame our stam' ing re-
Or from the Judgment claim re.ease
Of wealth outpourdin trust-of pitt q. ncrcascf
How in these later lays.
Shall we his antique valOr praise
The unconquer'd mind which, Fortune frowning,
Honor and hopc .'i, Iarded from despair
How sing thai simple truth when all were
Thost yrows 6eloy'd. ,uch victory could bearR
Or VIII "A the league %. black intrigue
Calurnious whispaJd "a his fame.
Loftie-r of soul, in SIT e"ntrOl,
Sn. ii the aSSaSslns INTO shame
How sing the Spartan band
Guided by that great handl
Wint'ry skies abb, them Sowing
Wnt'ry winds around them bowling,
Hunger gnawing out their life,
How they fac'd the foe vain glorious,
How they made defeat victorious
md safety snatch'd from the unequal strife
hou mightiest ruler of a nations heart
nSccptrd king by love alone enthrOnd
Nor less father than a monarch Ownd,
Nor human less, though gOd-like Yet apart
No Pantheon holds thee! All alone thou art,
Man of the future, of the past, of now:
lllustrious the TeSt-immortal thou!
o Freedom of the eagle eye,
Numbering our tribes, the beautiful and brave,
From your far mountain height can you desciy
I'm all our West one slave
o whitest fortune, that through many grief.
Through brooding doubt, through blood un-
stinted shed,
No recreant falsehood, mockery of belief,
Lur'd to truce, till Slavery was dead;
And all the EthiOps' hands
Were lifted w in thanks,
Through all the sable ranks
LOOSen'd at last their bands
To Him who broke the rod,
Up to the Freedmans God
Nor less such thanks be Ours--no more the shame
OF faith half kept, of freedoms suiied fame
No more TO silence driven, our shield grown
clear,
Dread Ec the alien laugh or long drawn sneer!
Come all things else, come hate or slanderous
hiss,
The He IDS tears no more our altar-fame
Quenchinc, till all the temple aises are drear:
Ours is at last immunity from this!