The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-03-05

~, Next you ye many streams,
mat make music through his cold green
land!
Whether ye scour the granite slides
In broken spray-light or in sheeted CLEANS
Or in dark basins stand,
Your bard's fond spirit in your own abides.
Not yours the wall of woe,
Whose Joy is in your wild and wallton low,-
Chill, beautiful Undines
That flash white hands behind your thicket-
screens,
And charm the wildwood and the cloven
fumes
To hide you in their slooms!
But he hath kissed you and his lips betray
Your coyest secrets; now, no more
Your pickering, winking tides shall stray
Through August's idle day,
Or showered with leaves from brown Novem.
bers floor,
untamed, and rich in mystery
AS ye were wont to be!
From where the dells OF Greylock feed
Your thin, young life, to where the Saneamon
Breaks with his winding green the Western
Delay to hasten on!
ASK not the clouds and hills
10 swell the veins of your obedient rills.
And brjm your banks with tllrbid overflow:
But calmly, soothly go,
Soft as sigh and limpid as tear
y
The voice and the visage of sorrow.
For ne gave you glory and made you dear!
Strong Winds a, and md mighty Mountains, sover-
What shall your dirges be?
Inc slow, great pillows, far down the shore,
Booms in its breaking: "Dare-and de-
spairw
The fetterless winds, as they gather and
Are evermore crying: 'Where, oh where q"
Say: Near and austere, but far and fairr'
w., snail ye in your sorrow droop,
VINO are strong and sad, and who cannot
stoop?
Two may sing to him where he lies
But the third is hidden behind the skies,
Ye cannot take what he stole,
ana made his own in his Utmost soul!
The pulse Of the endless wave
beauty and breath to his strophes gave:
He!d him poised at height serene:
And the world that wooed him, he smiled
to o'ercome it;
Whose being the Mountains made so
Whose forehead arose like a sunlighted
summit l''oN
Over eyes that were fountains of thought
and song!
And last, We Forms, with shrouded face
~, Hiding the features of your woe,
mat on the fresh sod Of his burial. place
, Your myrtle, oak and laurel throw
- VINO are ye?-whence your silent sorrow
Strange is your aspect, alien your attire:
Shall we, who knew him, borrow
Your unknown speech for Griefs august
desire?
Lo! one, with lifted brow
Says: Nay. he knew and loved me: am
Another: 81 am Germany,
Drawn sadly nearer now
BY songs of his and mine that make one
strain,
Though parted by the world-d1viding scalp
AND from the hills of Greece there blew
A wind that shook the olives of Peru.
Till all the world that knew,
Or knowing not, shall yet awake to know.
The sweet humanity that fused his song, -
The naughty challenge unto Wrong,
And for the trampled Truth his fearless
Acknowledge his exalted mood
VI faith achieved in song born Solitude
And give him high acclaim
With those who followed good, and found
All, no!-why should we mourn
Inc noble life, that wore its crown of wears
Why drop those tender, unavailing tears
Upon fate of no fulfnment shorn?
He was too proud to seek
That which should come unasked; and
came,
Kindling and Frightening as wind-blown
flame
When he had waited long,
And life-but never art-was weak.
But youthful will and sympathy were strong
In White-browed eye and hoary- bearded
49, cheek;
Until, when called at last
Wherein, dear Italy, for thine estate.
The glorious Present joined the glorious
. Past, ..s.' O 1872 :
He fell, and ceased to be!
We could not yield him grandlier than thus.
When, for thy hero speaking, he
Spake equally for us!- !
His last words, as his first, was Liberty!