The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-06-07
COLONIAL DANES
 AT JAMESTOWN Connecticut Members Par ticipate in Interesting
 Exercise HARTFORD SENDS POEM Mrs. Jas. P. Andrews Shows Herself a Poet of
 High Merit.
HARTFORD SENDS POEM

Norfolk, Va, June 6.-Though the I Colonial Danes of Connecticut decided | not to take the risk of displaying old relics in the Connecticut building at Jamestown Exposition, they Were rep resented at the fair Wednesday, which was Colonial Danes Day.
 The exercises were of varied and distinctly interesting character, but no [ one event created more interest than ' the following poem written by Mrs. 1 James P. Andrews of Hartford, the 1 wife of Mir. Andrews, Yale TT, the su- preme court reporter, and read effec- lively by Mrs, John M. Holcombe, of that city:
 Once on a day, upon the great round
 earth The New World lay unknown, close
 yelled and still, Waiting tho promised hour that should The mystery and wonder of her birth. Like an enchanted princess in her In dreamless sleep, removed from love Will and desire plumb, inarticulate, Unvexed by circumstance of pomp or
 power. So slept this virgin world, while in her Half -clasped and loosely lay the key To hidden wealth, golden treasury Of riches no kings ransom could com
 mand,
 Teeming with life the Old World went Fighting and feasting, eonquering for
 the lust Of spoil and hewing lest the sword
 should rust Raising those miracles of faith in stone From whose gray, breeding towers q
 silver chime Called worshippers to maths and to Or mass where chaliced wine might yet atone
 For scarlet sins that weighed upon the Of good believers. So the old world Its stormy way, now joyous, now for Of life's elixir draining the full bowl; Contented as child in ignorance, That of the wine earths measureless
 expanse
 Knows but the space his vision compre-
 hends, The arch of sky that his horizon ends; Till with revolving years moment | came
 When like the dawns first slender, trembling flame | Or presage of storm In summer trees That whispers breathlessly of mysteries Truth pierced the thick enshrouding mists of night, And swept the vibrant chords of sound Dawned i9 , ! <, radiant, flushed, And softly breathed word of prophecy. What lies, men cried, beyond these l darkling seas, Recedlng, wash some dim, ar-distant 1 strand,
 From whose resouhdlng caves It's muf- | fled roar }
 Rouses the echoes of that fabled land Where dwell the daughters of Hesperi- 1 des?
 Then that great dreamer by lone vigils taught
 And high communion with the constant Wrestling the secrets that the ancients l sought
 From Vega, Aldebaran and from Mars. Braved the wild terrors that beset his The Sea of Darkness and its jealous
 wrath Till in a triumph glorious complete He laid the New World at his sover-
 eign's feet | II
 England was ringing with the noise of
 deeds
 Brilliant and dazzling as the morning 1 Whose level rays no human eye can Deeds that resounded to the farthest | coast
 And walked the sleepiest hamlet of the Was there an ear so dull or heart so
 faint
 It would not thrill in answer to the
 tale
 Of those great captains and their loyal
 men
 Who drove their ships like coursers
 heeked with foam I Across the western sea to snatch the
 prize Of conquest from a greedy rival hand, And grapple with the galleons of Spain! Men breathed adventure in the very air. Dreamed of the Gold Coast and the
 Summer Isles | Where fruits and perfumes, spices,
 deep-hued gems
 Combined to make bright, fantastic
 whole;
 And in their dreams still dwelt the
 larger hope or unknown municipalities and powers That, through the valor of unwearte hearts
 Should yield allegiance to one God, one
 King So as men gathered by the waters edge In club or tavern's ancient rafted hall With thoughts intent on news from | overseas,
 They voiced their spirit in ringing
 song;
 Song of the Adventurers. Come friends and merry gentlemen, Let nothing you appal From Dartmouth's moor, from Lin Hark to the New Worlds call; Staunch ships are riding in the bay
 Stout hearts are needed for the fray , Who'll let the Spaniard say us nay? Then courage one and all! Come yeoman, burgher, squire ant knight, There's need of England's best;
 St. George is for us and the right, Who cares how rude the test ? Let slothful dullards take their ease
 We'll strike for fortune over seas, Then trim each sail to catch tn,
 breeze. Virginia's our quest! Drink deep to Raleigh, Hawkins Drake, And shiver glasses down; Who ventures all upon the stake