New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1877-07-05
THE POEM OF DIR. HOLMES.

The poem by OuVtf W eDueu Ilohco u'di
with thoughts arising from review OF the vista Of yea
back 70 tn days of tie Puritan Fathers. 1t concu'eu "
follows:
our new old Woodstock is n Tn living town,
Brave are her children, faithful 10 me crown;
Her soldiers steel tie tvage re- sAin knows;
Their b OOd has crimsuned his Cdnidlhh SLOWS
And more along the quiet Nale
Rings the dread call that turns The mothers palci
Full we'll they know the Yal0rOus heat tLdt rams
I'm every pulsc beat Of thci loyal sous
Who would not bleed In good kinE Georges cause
When England's lion shows ais teeth ana claws
With glittering iirelocks on the village green
In proud array MARSHAL band l. seen;
You know what names those ancient rosters hOhl-
Whose helts were bucked when the dluu-Deat rolled
But mark their Captain! tell us who Is mel
On mis- brown face that same old look see
Yes! from the nomosteads still retreat he came,
Whose peaceful owner 6Ore the Psalmlst's name;
Tie same his own. Wei, israel's glorious Mug
VINO struck the harp could ALSO whlrl the sing
Breathe in his song pen. tcutal sign,
And Smile tie sons OF Amaiek hip ana thlghi
Tlcse shared their task; one deacpnrd St 'le psan'
one slashed the scalpng bell-hOUnts OF M0uicilm;
The prayms iather's pious Norh was dOhe.
on many fields fougnt in wilds aiar;
see on ms swagthy check The bullet scarf
I.erc hangs "a murdClouS tUl1sLaNE; ID nralh,
Without blade knifc's embroidered sl'a th;
save for tAc stroke this tIusiy weapon dealt
His scalp Lad danglrda thrl owners pcit;
Bat not for INN such iate; lac nycd 10 see
The boodler strife that made our alton free;
the wat-worn sayOls Oi the bleeding land
Ills was.in lie 10 OILERS needs 10 gave
Sought rest in Lone, and QUAD II ih me grave
SIC wlere the sto0es lfc's bricl memorial kre',
an. tablet telling where he " fell Gu sleep
watched Dy q wing = chcTub's ray less eye
4 scroll above Jlat says We al. mus. die 49,.
These sadacning hues beneath. the Night Thoughts
luBt;
80 stands the soldier, surgeons monument
AMI at a glance NY nli;l eye diyncs
The 9chOlar ia those remembered Ines
T4e scholar son. Ills hand nv foo s.el led;
40 more The diu unreal pact tread.
q fhoG whose breathing form was once so dear,
Whose cnorring voice was nIr,ic la my ear,
An thou not Win me As my iect pursue
The village pats well tAy oOyauOd knew,
Along tAc lei margin oi the strand
Wno,e murmuis blend d with thine infant dreams,
or climbed tue hill or thread the WOO eel l'd,
OF seek tle wave where CLEANS y0n distant 'ail,
or Inc old h0mcsteId's narrowed bounds explore,
Where sOpe tir roof that sheds tle nan no moro,
N .crc one asst rclIc -tI remains ~ ieli
H,re food thy hOme-tic memOfy-h united wen,
Whose waters uuencI 4 deeper Thirst tAdn uiine,
Charged al my lils to sacramcn.al WIFE,
Art thou not vi tn me, rs | ioMiY race
Tho scalty records oil thine nOnOl ca race,
an up The lOrms that caller years have known,
And pc tie legend OF each slduJHd rtunrt
VIVA thoughts Oi tAee my loving verse began,
Mt for the critics curious eye to scan,
MOI TOR Inc many listeners, cuf the lew
whose fatners trOd tie paths my tlthefs Knew:
Sull m my heJlt thy loved rem .mbr nee burns;
0lil to NY ips thy cherished name returns;
lOnid but re- thy gracious presence near,
Amid the groves that once To thee were dear!
COad but my trembling ps win mortal speech
TINY listening ear for one b.irf moment rcacI 'em
lioy VAN the dream! The pailld VOYAGE : Track
No sgi uctiays he sends no mcs-l-o Ddcb,
\ word from nee since evenings SuatOM feu
ON thy cold forehead with my long farewell;
NuW from the margin az the Slcni sea,
lake my last Offering ere cross 10 tbee!