New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1876-07-05
OF h,1mhler mood,

OF humber mood,
For the pride Of thine eXultation
DER peii conquered and strife subdued!
But half the right is wrested
When victory yields her prize,
And half the marrow tested
When old endurance dies.
Tn the sight OF them that love thee'
Bow to the Greater above thee!
He faileth not to smite
The idle ownership Of Right,
Nor spares to sinewS fresh from trial,
And virtue schooled i'll long DENIAL,
The tests that wait for thee
Tn larger perils of prosperity.
Here, at the Centnry's awful shrine,
Bow to thy Fathers God-and thine!
Behold she bendcth now,
Hnmblng the chaplet of her hundred years
There is a solemn sweetness on her brow
And in her eyes are sacred tears.
Can she forget,
Tn present 10Y, the burden of her debit
When for a captive race
She grandly stakcd and won
The total promise of her power begun
And barred her bOsom's grace
To the sharp wound that inly fortunes yet
Can she forget
The million graves her young devotion set,
The hands that clasp above
From either side, in sad, returning lover
Can she forget
Here, where the Ruler OF to-day,
The Citizen Of tomorrow,
And equal thousands to rejoice aud pray
pae;de those holy walls arc met,
Her bilth-cry, mixed of keenest bliss and sorrowf
Where, on July's immortal morn
Hold forth, the People saw her head
And shouted to the world: "Thc King is dead,
But 10! the Heir is born "
when fire of Youth, and sober trust of Age,
In Farmer, Soldier Priest and Sage,
Arose and cast upon her
Baptismal garmcnts,-never robes so fair
Clad prince in Old-world air.
Their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred
honor!
III.
Arise! RecrOwn thy head,
Radiant with blessing of the Dead
Bear from this hallOwed place
The prayer that purifcs thy lips,
The light OF courage that deiies eclipse,
The rose of Mans new morning Oh thy face
Let no icOnoclast
Invade thy rising Pantheon of the Past,
To make a blank where Adams stood,
Totouch the Fathers sheathed andSacrcd blade
Spoil crowns on Jefferson and Franklin LAID,
Or wash from Freedoms feet the stain OF Lin
colu's blood
Hearken, as from that haunted hall
Their voices call
UUra lived ood d;ed for thee.
We greatly dared that thou might'Ss be;
SO, from thy children still
We claim denials which at last fulfill,
And freedom yielded to preserve thee free
Beside clear-hearted Right
That smiles at Powers uplifted rod,
Plant Duties that requitc,
And Order that sustalns, spon thy sod,
And stand III stainless might
Above all SELF and only less than God"
Here may thy solemn challenge end,
Approving Past, and each discOrdance die
OF doubtful augury,
Or in one choral with the Present blend,
And that haf-heard, sweet harmony
OF something nObler that our sons may see
Though poignant memories burn
Of days that were, and may again return,
When thy feet foot, o HuntreSs Of the Woods,
The slippery Drinks OF danger knew,
And dim the eyesight grew
That was so sure in thine old solitudes,-
Yet stays some richer sense
Won from the mixture of thine elements,
To guide the vagrant scheme,
And winnOw truth from each conflicting dream
Yet in thy blood shall live
Some force u1spcnt, some essence primitive,
10 seize the highest use of things;
For Fate, to mold thee to her plan,
Denied thee food OF kings,
Withheld the udder and the rchard-fruits,
Fed thee with savage roots,
And forced thy harsher milk from barren breasts
of man
IlI.-2.
0 sacred WOman-FoTm,
OF the frSs Peoples need and passion wrought
No thin, pale ghost OF Thought,
But fair As Morning and as heart's-b0od warm
Wearing thy pricstly thar on JulIhs hills;
Ciear-eyeI beneath Athcne's helm OF gold;
Or from Romes central seat
Hearing tho pulses OF the Continents beat
In thunder where her legiOns rolled;
n. r IL I. !.