New-York tribune., 1877-06-29

All living types that TO the coast belong
Since Carver from the PROV thy headlands saw.
What should the master be
Who to the world New-England's self must render,
Her best interpreter her very ownf
How spake the brooding Mother, strong ana tender,
Back looking through her youth betwlxt the moan
OF forests and the murmur OF the seal
"Thou too" she sad "must first be set aside
To keep my ancient vigil for space
Taught by repression, by the combating
With thine own pride OF pride.
An unknown watcher in q lonely place
With none on whom thine utterance 10 hins'
But first of all she fed
Her hearts own favorite upon the store
OF precious things she treasures IN her woouA'
OF charm and story in her valleys spread. .
For him her whispering winds and brooks that pour
Made ceaseesg music in the sclitades' m a
The manifold bright surges OF her deep
Gave him their light Within her volces cah
With elIns, that he might keep -
Remembrance of her legends as they iall
Her shaded walks and gabled roofs among
Within the mists she drew,
Anon his silent footsteps, as her own
Were led of old, until he came to he
An eremte, whose life the desert knew;
And gained companionshiD in dreams alone.
The world, it seemed had naught for such as me-
For one who in his hearts deep wilderness
Shrunk darkling and, whatever wind mlgn. dow
Found no quick use FOR potent hands ana ialn'
No chance that might express "
To human kind tie thoughts which moved him So
%, deem not those long years were quite I'D
vain!
For his was the brave soul
Which, touched with ire. dwells not on whatsoever
Its outer senses hold IN their INTENT
But, seepess even III sleep, must gather ton
OF dreams which pass like barks upon the nver
And make each vision beautys instruments;
That from its own love Loves delight can ten,
And from its own grief guess the shronded Sorro" )
From its own joyousness OF Joy can sing;
That can predict so well
From It's own dawn the luster of tomorrow,
The whole lght from the iiutter OF the wing.
And his the gift which sees
revelation and trOpic sign
In the lone passion-uowe and can discover
The likeness of the far Antlpodes, ,
Though but leaf Is stranded from the Drlnei
His the fine spirit which Is 80 true lover
OF soyran AT, that al the becks OF life
Allure il not until the work he wrought;
Nav though The shout and smoke OF combat rose
He. through the changefnl strife,
Eternal loveliness more closely sought
And Beauty's changeless law ana sure repoSe
Was it not well that one
One if no llOTe,-should mediate aioot ,
Though not for naught the tinS's heroic quarrel
For what men rush TO do and what Is done.
He little knew to join the web and wool
Whereof slow Progress wcayes ner uch apparel
But toward the Past haf-longing turned his head
His deft hand dalled with ITS common snare
OF human toll, nor sought new loads to lift,
But held itself, instead,
All consecrate to uses that make fair
BY right divine OF his mysterious gltt
How should the world discern
The artists self. save through the fine creation
OF ms rare nomentf How. but from his song,
The unfettered spirit of the minstrel learnt
Yet on this one the stars had set the station
Which to The chief rOmancer should belong:
Child of the Beautiful whose regnaut brow
She made her canopy, and from bis eyes,
Looked out ward with steadfast purple CLEAN.
Who saw him naTyeled how
The sOul of That impassioned ray could lie
60 calm beyond,-unSpolen all its dream.
What sibyl to him bore
The secret oracles that move and bauntf
AT nights dread noon he scanned the enchanted
Ay. and himself the warlocIs mantle wore,
Nor to the throneing pndutoms said Avaunt,
But waved his rod and bade them rise and pass;
TIL thus he drew the llueaments of men
Who fought the old colonial battles three,
Who with the lustih0od of Mature warred
And made her dOcile,-then
Wrcstled with TeErOr and with Tyranny,
TTsn wardens OF the scahold and the sword.
He drew his native land,
The few and rude plantations of her Past,
Friuged by the beaches OF her sounding shore;
Her children. as he drew them, there they stand;
There too, her Present. with an outline cast
Still from the shape those other centuries wore.
Betimes the orchards and the clover-helds
Change into woods o'eTshadowing host
That moves along the Massachusetts Path;
The sword OF Staudlsh shields
The Plymouth band, and where the lewd ones
Stern Endicott pours out lis godly wrath.
Within the Province House
The ancient governors hold their brOidered gtate,-
Still gleam the lights the shadows come and 20 !;
Here once again the powdered guests carouse.
The masquerade lasts on, The night IS late.
1hricc waves thc mist-nvokmg wand, and 10,
What troubled sights What summit bald and steep
Where stands ladder 'gaiust the accnrsed tree
Wha. darl, professions tmthcr slowly climbf
Anon, what lost ones keep
Their mdui cht tryst with forms that evil be-
Around the Witch-tire il the forest grim
Clearly the masters plan
Revealed his people, MS they were,
The pr1yerfu elder and the wnsOme maid.
The crrant rOysterer The Puritan
Dark Pvncheon, mOumful lleStcr-all are there.
But none save he in our own time 80 laid
His summons on mans spirit; none but he,
Whether tho light thereof We're clear or clouded,
Thus on lis canvas fixed the human soul,
The thoughts OF mystery,
III deep hearts By this mortal gulse enshrouded,
WliS hearts that like the church bells ring
and toll.
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