The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1909-07-08

Written by Bliss Carmen and Read in
Burlington To-day,


OF delicate orange green
Against The blue serene;
When the chestnut crowns are full OF
flowers,
And the long hours
Are not too long
For the orioles song;
When the wild roses blow
In blueberry pastures, and the Bobwhite's
note
Calls US away
On the happy trail where every heart
must go;
When the white clouds float
Through an ampler day,
And the old sea lies mystical blue once
more
Along the pilgrim shore,
Grooming 60 stonefenced pastures sweet
with fern
Tales Of the long ago and the far aways
And when TO the hemlock solitudes 70.
turn
The gold voiced thrushes, and the high
beach woods
Ring with enchantment as the twilight
falls
Among the dsrkening hills;
And the new moonlight fills
The world with beauty and the soul with
peace
And infinite release;
Is there any land that history recalls
Bestowed by gods on mortals anywhere
More goodly than New England or more
fairf
On such day three hundred years ago
BY toilsome trails and slow,
But with the adventurers spirit all
aHame,
The great discoyerer came,
Finding another Indies than be guessed
To reward his daring quest,
And I'LL the wonder. volume Of romance. r.
The sailor Of little Brouage, the founder
Of New France,
Sturdy, sagacious, plain
Samuel de Champlain.
On many a river and stream
The paddles Of his Abenakis dip and
CLEAN;
Their slim canoe poles set and flash in
the sun,
Where strong white waters run;
by many q portage, many a wooded
shore,
They press Oh to explore
The unknown that leads them ever to
the west;
And when at dusk their camp is made
Within the dense still shade,
The white shafts Of the moonlight reep
About them while they sleep
On the earth's fragrant and untroubled
breast.
Then on a day upon some granite rise
They stand in mute snrmise,
And wonder, as they gaze
On the green wilderness in summer haze,
AT q new paradise
ENROLLED before their eyes.
What did he seek,
This hardy voyager with the steady
hand,
And the sunhurnt check
Passage TO India and the tabled land
So ioHged for and foretold,
Where rivers ran with gold
Mans fond far hope Of unlaborious ease,
Miraculous wealth and benefits unearned.
For which be vainly yearned.
He found here no such place,
But in this new world again was face to
face
With life's familiar laws and orders Old,
Still to be followed if we would fill Che
mould
of our ideal "a manhood that is free
With the souls large and happy liberty.
As If God said to man,
Try once again my plan.
Here is q continent al new,
Take it and see once moro what thou
eanst do.
The happiness which they stormy heart
desires
Ny viii foresees, requires.
On the long road that lies
Across the centuries
To Ny perfection dimly understood,
Seek thou the almighty good,
The everlasting, beautiful and true"
Men Of New England, sons Of pioneers,
And in your birthright peers
OF tie worlds masters, this is holy soil,
The divine ancestral dust from which
we come,
Bringing our dreams Of justice, the high
thought
Of a pure freedom for which our mothers
wrought
In dreamful pride,
And our fathers lived and died
With unselfish toll.
Even as they willed,
We too must toll TO build
The ideal state,
Which shall be strong without brutality, /
And by its fine humanity be great.
This Is no fairyland
No Eldorado planned
For our salvation The law runs forth |
and back,
Immutable as the sun on his siderial
track.
Beneiicent and profounds
Only with labor comes ease,
Only with wisdom comes Joy
And greatness comes not without love.
This is Gods garden ground,
And we are the tillers thereof.
And the crop shall be women and men,
As ever Of old,
Not pale city breed,
Bred between hunger and ) Hed,
But a new e0smic race,
with the poise OF the world in its mien,
The ineffable soul in its face,
Remembering the best that has been