But if upon the seas I sail, Or trundle on the glowing rail, I am but a thought of hers, Loveliest of travellers.
So the gentle poet"s name To foreign parts is blown by fame, Seek him in his native town, He is hidden and unknown.
BOSTON
SICUT PATRIBUS, SIT DEUS n.o.bIS
The rocky nook with hilltops three Looked eastward from the farms, And twice each day the flowing sea Took Boston in its arms; The men of yore were stout and poor, And sailed for bread to every sh.o.r.e.
And where they went on trade intent They did what freemen can, Their dauntless ways did all men praise, The merchant was a man.
The world was made for honest trade,-- To plant and eat be none afraid.
The waves that rocked them on the deep To them their secret told; Said the winds that sung the lads to sleep, "Like us be free and bold!"
The honest waves refused to slaves The empire of the ocean caves.
Old Europe groans with palaces, Has lords enough and more;-- We plant and build by foaming seas A city of the poor;-- For day by day could Boston Bay Their honest labor overpay.
We grant no dukedoms to the few, We hold like rights, and shall;-- Equal on Sunday in the pew, On Monday in the mall, For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?
The n.o.ble craftsman we promote, Disown the knave and fool; Each honest man shall have his vote, Each child shall have his school.
A union then of honest men, Or union never more again.
The wild rose and the barberry thorn Hung out their summer pride, Where now on heated pavements worn The feet of millions stride.
Fair rose the planted hills behind The good town on the bay, And where the western hills declined The prairie stretched away.
What care though rival cities soar Along the stormy coast, Penn"s town, New York and Baltimore, If Boston knew the most!
They laughed to know the world so wide; The mountains said, "Good-day!
We greet you well, you Saxon men, Up with your towns and stay!"
The world was made for honest trade,-- To plant and eat be none afraid.
"For you," they said, "no barriers be, For you no sluggard rest; Each street leads downward to the sea, Or landward to the west."
O happy town beside the sea, Whose roads lead everywhere to all; Than thine no deeper moat can be, No stouter fence, no steeper wall!
Bad news from George on the English throne; "You are thriving well," said he; "Now by these presents be it known You shall pay us a tax on tea; "Tis very small,--no load at all,-- Honor enough that we send the call.
"Not so," said Boston, "good my lord, We pay your governors here Abundant for their bed and board, Six thousand pounds a year.
(Your Highness knows our homely word) Millions for self-government, But for tribute never a cent."
The cargo came! and who could blame If _Indians_ seized the tea, And, chest by chest, let down the same, Into the laughing sea?
For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?
The townsmen braved the English king, Found friendship in the French, And honor joined the patriot ring Low on their wooden bench.
O bounteous seas that never fail!
O day remembered yet!
O happy port that spied the sail Which wafted Lafayette!
Pole-star of light in Europe"s night, That never faltered from the right.
Kings shook with fear, old empires crave The secret force to find Which fired the little State to save The rights of all mankind.
But right is might through all the world; Province to province faithful clung, Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled, Till Freedom cheered and joy-bells rung.
The sea returning day by day Restores the world-wide mart; So let each dweller on the Bay Fold Boston in his heart, Till these echoes be choked with snows, Or over the town blue ocean flows.
Let the blood of her hundred thousands Throb in each manly vein; And the wits of all her wisest, Make sunshine in her brain.
For you can teach the lightning speech, And round the globe your voices reach.
And each shall care for other, And each to each shall bend, To the poor a n.o.ble brother, To the good an equal friend.
A blessing through the ages thus Shield all thy roofs and towers!
G.o.d WITH THE FATHERS, SO WITH US, Thou darling town of ours!
LETTERS
Every day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word; Well for those who have no fear.
Looking seaward, well a.s.sured That the word the vessel brings Is the word they wish to hear.
RUBIES
They brought me rubies from the mine, And held them to the sun; I said, they are drops of frozen wine From Eden"s vats that run.
I looked again,--I thought them hearts Of friends to friends unknown; Tides that should warm each neighboring life Are locked in sparkling stone.
But fire to thaw that ruddy snow, To break enchanted ice, And give love"s scarlet tides to flow,-- When shall that sun arise?
MERLIN"S SONG
I
Of Merlin wise I learned a song,-- Sing it low or sing it loud, It is mightier than the strong, And punishes the proud.
I sing it to the surging crowd,-- Good men it will calm and cheer, Bad men it will chain and cage-- In the heart of the music peals a strain Which only angels hear; Whether it waken joy or rage Hushed myriads hark in vain, Yet they who hear it shed their age, And take their youth again.
II
Hear what British Merlin sung, Of keenest eye and truest tongue.
Say not, the chiefs who first arrive Usurp the seats for which all strive; The forefathers this land who found Failed to plant the vantage-ground; Ever from one who comes to-morrow Men wait their good and truth to borrow.
But wilt thou measure all thy road, See thou lift the lightest load.
Who has little, to him who has less, can spare, And thou, Cyndyllan"s son! beware Ponderous gold and stuffs to bear, To falter ere thou thy task fulfil,-- Only the light-armed climb the hill.