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AGATHA 
 
AGATHA 
 
 A ROMANCE OF MAINE 
 
 IN BLANK VERSE 
 
 WITH OTHER POEMS 
 
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 By JOHN STARK COLBY 
 
 "An ill-favored thing, Sir, but mine own."— ^^ Von Like It. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 A. WILLIAMS & C O. 
 
 1880. 
 
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 vox PRESS, LOWELL. 
 
Mother, Wife, and Daughter, 
 
 T/ie ''Three Graces'' of My Life, 
 
 THIS VOLUME 
 
 IS liSrSCPlIBED. 
 
1 
 
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 PREFACE. 
 
 " It was at Lord Murray's table that Sydney Smith told me of 
 the inn the Edinburgh reviewers used to make of their work. I 
 taxed him honestly with the mischief they had done by their ferocity 
 and cruel levity at the outset. It was no small mischief to have 
 silenced Mrs. Barbauld; and how much more utterance they may 
 have prevented, there is no saying. It is all very well to talk 
 sensibly now of the actual importance of reviews, and the real 
 value of reviewers' judgments ; but the fact remains that spirits 
 were broken, hearts were sickened, and authorship was cruelly 
 discouraged by the savage and reckless condemnations passed by 
 the ' Edinburgh Review ' in its early days. ' We were savage,' 
 replied Sydney Smith. ' I remember ' ( and it was plain that he 
 could not help enjoying the remembrance ) ' how Brougham and I 
 sat trying one night how we could exasperate our cruelty to the 
 utmost. We had got hold of a poor, nervous little vegetarian, 
 who had put out a poor, silly little book ; and when we had done 
 our review of it, we sat trying ' ( and here he joined his finger 
 and thumb as if dropping from a vial ) ' to find one more chink, 
 one more crevice, through which we might drop in one more drop 
 of verjuice, to eat into his bones. ' " — Aictobiography of Harriet 
 Martineau. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 Agatha : 
 
 
 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Canto I ....... 9 
 
 Canto II 
 
 
 
 
 
 24 
 
 Canto III 
 
 
 
 
 
 38 
 
 Semi-Centennial of Lowell 
 
 
 
 
 
 55 
 
 Illusion 
 
 
 
 
 
 63 
 
 Baltimore 
 
 
 
 
 
 65 
 
 Massachusetts and Maryland 
 
 
 
 
 
 71 
 
 The Snow . 
 
 
 
 
 
 79 
 
 The Fishers 
 
 
 
 
 
 81 
 
 Lake Mooselucmaguntic . 
 
 
 
 
 
 84 
 
 To Mount Washington 
 
 
 
 
 
 85 
 
 But for a Season . 
 
 
 
 
 
 86 
 
 Drowned 
 
 
 
 
 
 87 
 
 Memorial Day 
 
 
 
 
 
 89 
 
 A Centennial Sentiment . 
 
 
 
 
 
 94 
 
 Fraternity . 
 
 
 
 
 
 95 
 
 Ode to Major-General John Star 
 
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 97 
 
 Death the Way of Life . 
 
 
 
 
 
 lOI 
 
 Time 
 
 
 
 
 
 104 
 
 Christ's Temptation 
 
 
 
 
 
 105 
 
 The Golden Rule . 
 
 
 
 
 
 107 
 
 Two Moods 
 
 
 
 
 
 109 
 
 Mutation .... 
 
 
 
 
 
 no 
 
" The last of the outrages by the savage tribes . . . broke upon tlie settle- 
 ments along the Androscoggin above Bethel. In August of 17S1 a band of 
 Indians made an attack upon Bethel, and after plundering some of the settlers, 
 and taking others with them as captives, came up through Gilead, murdered 
 one of the hardy settlers there, robbed the cabin of the family that had moved 
 into Shelburne on the snow, and carried their prisoners by Umbagog Lake into 
 Canada." — The White Hills, by Thos. Starr King. 
 
AGATHA. 
 
 CANTO I. 
 
 Bright on the Androscoggin Valley shone 
 The sun of early autumn. To the south. 
 From Bethel's teeming intervales, to where 
 The ceaseless torrent joins the Kennebec, — 
 Thenceforward mingling till they reach the sea, 
 It gleamed upon the husbandman's domain, 
 The cultivated field, the thrifty town. 
 And decimated woodlands, fair in death. 
 To northward, where in deep seclusion lay 
 The sparkling sources of the mighty stream, 
 Its rays still fell on virgin wilderness. 
 Whose native grace had never learned of Art. 
 Scarce had the universal slayer, Man, 
 Against defenceless Nature raised his hand, 
 To prostrate lordly forests on the hills. 
 Or rob the mountains of their gorgeous hues, — 
 
lO AGATHA. 
 
 Resplendent with the verdure of the spring, 
 
 The green of summer, or more royal tints 
 
 Which blaze when lengthened nights have brought the frosts. 
 
 Still reared the mountains their Samsonian heads 
 
 Unshorn of strength by their Philistine foes. 
 
 Not yet through all the solemn, silent aisles 
 
 Of God's self-dedicated temples, shrilled 
 
 The scream and whistle of the iron steed, 
 
 With rumbling train behind, and heavy freight 
 
 Of merchandise, — such sacrilege as when 
 
 The Jewish doves were bought and sold, till Christ 
 
 Drove out the impious brokers, — or of those 
 
 Whose souls no homage pay before His shrine. 
 
 Primeval peace and beauty reigned supreme. 
 
 The brooklets trickled gently down the steeps. 
 
 Fed by exhaustless founts which heaven filled, 
 
 Fore'er replenishing their wasted store 
 
 With miracle as evident from God 
 
 As that His prophet wrought, in ancient time, 
 
 Upon the widow's meal and cruse of oil. 
 
 The breezes softly stirred among the trees. 
 
 That quivered with respondent ecstasy, 
 
 E'en as the mother's heart beats joyously 
 
 When on her lips her first-born prints a kiss. 
 
 All that was less than perfect was such mark 
 
 As ever doth pertain to finite works : 
 
 Like tears, and sighs, and weakness of the babe. 
 
 Scarce less than angel, ere foul sin by stealth 
 
 Admittance gains and innocence is slain. 
 
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 AGATHA. I I 
 
 Beside a lucid brook, which all the day 
 Sang blithesomely, as swiftly on it sped, 
 A single settler reared his humble cot, 
 Of rough-hewn timber : one whose love intense 
 Of quietude, had led him in advance 
 Of frontier yeomen, to seek here a home 
 Removed from turmoil of the border-town ; 
 Whom, neither, city life did please, with cares 
 And competitions for his needful bread. 
 So here he found a refuge, well content 
 With seeing no face but his faithful wife's 
 And happy children's ; only love dwelt there, 
 But elsewhere cold and distant look, mistrust. 
 Or worse ; for all his other kin were dead. 
 Here had his sturdy arm dealt fatal blows. 
 With keen-edged axe, to many a mighty oak, 
 And lofty pine, and cedar, for a space 
 To plant his crops ; and under smiling skies, 
 He prospered well, and thanked his God for all. 
 Few were his wants and those of all his house ; 
 Their fare, the product of their fruitful land, 
 With fish from out the rill, game from the wood, 
 And seasonings of least luxurious sort. 
 Obtained from Indian bands, or huntsmen stray, 
 Who at rare intervals that way would pass ; 
 And twice or thrice a year he pilgrimaged 
 For leagues amid the pathless wilds around. 
 The sun his guide, for requisite supplies, 
 Secured by barter at some settlement. 
 
1 2 AGATHA. 
 
 Thus happily had passed the swift-shod months, 
 
 With no disturbance of their tranquil lot, 
 
 No shattered hopes, no racking jealousies, 
 
 No burning fever of ambitious schemes. 
 
 No blasting sickness, want, nor visit dire 
 
 Of the remorseless archer, fearful Death. 
 
 They envied not the mighty, for they reigned 
 
 Unchallenged in the affections of their loved ; 
 
 Nor coveted the riches of the proud. 
 
 For they were blest with plenty ; nor would wish 
 
 For Eden's Garden to enhance their joys. 
 
 Alas ! how fate bemocks our wisest plans, 
 And when we fain some evil would evade. 
 From our endeavor works that very ill ! 
 So he, who fled from haunt of men, to gain 
 Assured relief from strife, and certain end 
 Of diabolic passions, fell a prey 
 To savages, whose breasts no pity knew. 
 
 The autumn sun descended with a glow ; 
 The twilight gently gathered in the sky ; 
 The birdlings ceased their piping on the boughs ; 
 The tired children turned them from their sports. 
 To warm themselves beside the kitchen fire; 
 The mother spread the modest evening meal, 
 Her infant soothing with a lullaby ; 
 The weary father laid aside his tools. 
 And homeward plodded from his daily task ; 
 
AGATHA. 13 
 
 The darkness deepened ; and the twinkling stars 
 Looked down upon a scene of sweet repose. 
 From off its resting-place, the Bible plain, 
 With well-worn lids and pages soiled with use, 
 The settler took ; and there he read of Him 
 Who life immortal to the world revealed. 
 Then bowed they down to pray, and rose, and sought 
 Their welcome couches, dreaming of no harm. 
 
 What cry was that which hurtled through the night 
 Upon their startled slumbers ? Did the wolves 
 Within the distant thickets, fasting long. 
 Their ravening hunger seek to satisfy ? 
 Or was the angry she-bear now abroad, 
 In quest of victims for her yelping brood } 
 Perchance the wanton catamount doth roam 
 Within the valley — monster dreaded most 
 By red-skinned hunter and pale-face alike. 
 Ah, no ! A more insatiate foe than these, 
 More potent and relentless, stood without. 
 Scarce had the frightened woodsman time to sob — 
 " The Indians are upon us ! — wife, arise ! 
 Flee out into the darkness with the babe ! 
 Mayhap you shall escape them, while with Ralph 
 And Eva I another course will try" — 
 When with a horrid din the door was burst ; 
 The painted, shouting, blood-encurdling crew, 
 Not ghastlier had they fresh from hell's dark caves 
 Ascended, to the chamber forced their way. 
 
14 AGATHA. 
 
 And, as the fainting mother clasped her child 
 
 Convulsive in her terror, they with force 
 
 Disparted from her arms their precious weight ; 
 
 Then as she struggled, hopeless, yet with strength 
 
 New-born of frenzy, far beyond her sex, 
 
 The brutal deed was tragically closed 
 
 By plunging 'mid her dark, disheveled locks 
 
 The gleaming, fatal tomahawk of steel. 
 
 Nor fared the husband safer : in his breast. 
 
 As weaponless he fought, a knife was sheathed. 
 
 And lifeless lay he, reeking in his gore. 
 
 The children, speechless, view the awful crime 
 
 With varying emotions. Ralph, the lad. 
 
 O'er whom the seasons of ten years have passed, 
 
 Beholds the gaping wounds and crimson streams 
 
 With tears of woe and fear. The eldest girl. 
 
 Scarce four years old, from face to face appeals, 
 
 But sees in all incarnate demonism, 
 
 And, loudly weeping, casts herself beside 
 
 The body of her mother, cold in death ; 
 
 There, blotting out the frightful spectacle, 
 
 She hides her face within the ample folds 
 
 Of garments blood-besmeared, and moans her grief. 
 
 The tender infant, rudely borne about, 
 
 Croons with amazement, or with terror cries, 
 
 Alternate smiles and shrieks upon her lips. 
 
 These three are spared, and forth into the night 
 
 Are hurried ; while about the squatter's cot 
 
 Bright-blazing faggots are anon applied. 
 
AGATHA. 1 5 
 
 The mounting flames envelop it about 
 
 With quick destruction ; and as Ralph one glance 
 
 Throws back upon his childhood's joyous home, 
 
 It crumbles into embers. Then his steps 
 
 Are harshly quickened by his captors fierce. 
 
 So haste they forward through the gloomy depths, 
 
 No word exchanged, save when some low command 
 
 In unknown accent is announced, till gray 
 
 The eastern sky grows with the coming dawn. 
 
 The dry leaves rustle sadly under-foot ; 
 
 The wind soughs mournfully among the pines ; 
 
 No other sound but notes of waking birds, 
 
 The light footfalls upon the frosty earth, 
 
 And snapping twigs, along the course they trend. 
 
 With daylight, now the boy discerns the throng 
 
 Consists of many dusky-visaged braves, 
 
 In all their native hideous array. 
 
 No women of their own dark race appeared ; 
 
 But, scattered here and there, poor Ralph beheld 
 
 Of captives like himself, in wild despair, 
 
 A motley troop : frail women, half-enrobed, 
 
 With pinioned hands behind them, feet thorn-pierced, 
 
 Limbs bruised and bleeding, clothing torn and rent, — 
 
 Whose choking sobs not e'en their enemies 
 
 Could stifle, nor their feeble, flagging pace 
 
 With blows and threats enough accelerate ; 
 
 And children of all ages, sexes both. 
 
 Made sudden orphans in a single hour. 
 
 And doomed to end their days in savagery. 
 
1 6 AGATHA. 
 
 But now his sinking heart awhile revived 
 At seeing in the arms of one he knew, 
 His youngest infant sister, sound and hale, 
 Though full of worriment and baby-grief. 
 Borne by a stalwart half-breed youth was she, 
 Whom Ralph had met at times in former days, 
 Beside his father's hearth, in milder guise. 
 To her he ventured his accustomed voice, 
 To calm her wailing ; when upon his cheek 
 Smote sharply one who led him ; and he ceased. 
 
 At length the fleeing band came to a halt 
 Within a vale secluded, where a brook 
 Poured forth its plaintive gurgle on the air. 
 Exhausted by their long and rapid march, 
 The foot-sore captives prone upon the ground 
 Sank, well-nigh helpless ; while the Indian host 
 Prepared a hurried meal of yellow maize 
 And meat of wild-deer, in the sun's rays dried. 
 No fire they built, lest by its curling smoke 
 Some chance intruder, or pursuing white, 
 Should learn where they encamped, and vengeance bring. 
 Short was the pause. The meagre breakfast o'er, 
 A council gathered by itself apart. 
 Their words to Ralph were barren, but their tone, 
 Their bodeful gestures, and their furtive glance 
 Betokened to the captives dismal hap. 
 Too soon revealed ; for, spite of tears and prayers, 
 The weaker women and the helpless babes 
 
AGATHA. 1 7 
 
 Were, in the very presence of their friends, 
 
 Despatched with heartless fury, Ralph turned sick 
 
 And swooned, to see the dread atrocity, — 
 
 To see the half-breed, who his sister held, 
 
 Him who had shared his father's bounty oft, 
 
 Into the water toss the moaning child, 
 
 That but a moment floated, then was whelmed. 
 
 Again to consciousness the boy awoke, 
 Called by a summons to resume the flight. 
 He saw the fugitives in twain divide : 
 One party to the northward turned their steps, 
 While he and those about him journeyed west. 
 Each company a share of captives took. 
 Distributed by lot. Ralph vainly hoped 
 To recognize his sister Eva once. 
 Not since the nightmare scene within their home, 
 When pallid in the moonlight on the floor 
 He saw her, screening in their mother's dress 
 Her piteous eyes, had he beheld her face. 
 And now he doubted not her death, but thought 
 That him alone, of all the household dear. 
 These barbarous executioners had spared. 
 He wept in secret, for he shrank from death. 
 Nor dared display retributive intent ; 
 But in his inmost soul he vowed an oath. 
 If e'er occasion came, to have revenge 
 On him who, in his aching sight, had slain, 
 With ruthless hand, his sister Juliet. 
 3 
 
1 8 AGATHA. 
 
 Yet little consolation drew he thence ; 
 
 For Half-Breed Jack (by that uncertain name 
 
 Alone he knew the ruffian) had withdrawn 
 
 With those who disappeared, he knew not where, 
 
 Within the shady coverts of the wood 
 
 To northward. So he nursed his grief and hate, 
 
 Compliant outwardly to every beck 
 
 And signal of his captors. Thus the day 
 
 In tedious tramping slowly turned to night. 
 
 The spot selected for the evening camp ■ — 
 A glade upon a grassy, wood-girt hill — 
 Gave promise of an undisturbed repose. 
 On one side flowed a rill, with murmur soft ; 
 Above, the firmament was full in view, 
 With all its myriads of shining orbs ; 
 Exposed all day to vivifying heat, 
 The turfy carpet had not yet grown brown, 
 But summer's grateful freshness lingered still. 
 Beside the streamlet's brink a fire was built. 
 Where straightway was the rude repast prepared. 
 The brands were then extinguished in the brook ; 
 For, though long distance had been traversed o'er, 
 Without a sign to indicate pursuit, 
 The wary band preserved a cautious care. 
 They posted sentries vigilant, to guard 
 The captives and prevent surprise ; then sleep 
 The senses of the many quick possessed. 
 There, as they lay beneath the cold, blue sky. 
 
AGATHA. 19 
 
 Which seemed to hold no pity for his lot, 
 
 Ralph pondered long upon his altered state, 
 
 And wondered if the spirits of the dead — 
 
 Of those whom he had lost so soon before — 
 
 Knew aught of his condition, or could help. 
 
 Then said that prayer, which, by his mother taught, 
 
 He had so often whispered at her knee. 
 
 So came to mind the sayings of that Book 
 
 He loved ; and to the promise now he clung : 
 
 " Unto the fatherless a Father I 
 
 Will be '" ; and, hope reviving, so he slept. 
 
 Slept, to awaken "mid a tumult wild, 
 Confusion of swift-rushing feet, loud cries. 
 And musket-shots, and clash of warlike arms ; 
 Arose affrighted, to behold a strife 
 Of struggling foe with foe, in deadly grasp. 
 Or fleeing helter-skelter to the wood ; 
 While all about the glade could he detect 
 Dark, shapeless masses, where the fallen lay. 
 The horrid scene he comprehended not. 
 Perchance he dreamt; perchance some hostile tribe 
 Of stealthy warriors, wandering this way, 
 Had lighted on the camp, with hope to kill 
 The whole unconscious, unsuspecting group. 
 So, solving not his fear-producing doubts, 
 He, trembling, fell again upon the earth. 
 And closed his troubled eyes, and clasped his hands, 
 And tried to banish all the hateful sight. 
 
20 AGATHA. 
 
 In vain ! He cowered there in agony, 
 
 Expecting death, which coyly held aloof, 
 
 As if, like some blood-thirsty beast of prey, 
 
 It fain would tease its victim for a spell. 
 
 And tantalizing hope impart, at last 
 
 To crush him with one herculean stroke. 
 
 He craved it so might prove ; for he had drained. 
 
 He felt, affliction's cup till naught was left. 
 
 But heaven ordained a longer lease of days. 
 
 And further miseries, yet not unmixed 
 
 With gracious blessings, such as men most prize. 
 
 For, after he had lain in silence long, — 
 
 How long he could not reckon, if he would, — 
 
 His spirit heard, as in a kind of trance. 
 
 The accents of his own familiar speech. 
 
 Nor from a fellow-bondsman did they come : 
 
 It was the language of authority. 
 
 Though kindly uttered, that his glad ear caught. 
 
 He felt himself removed from off the earth. 
 
 And oped his eyes, to gaze upon a friend, — 
 
 For, sure, that countenance no malice held, 
 
 Though strange to him, and stern, and deeply bronzed. 
 
 Deliverance, he knew, had come at last. 
 
 And all his pent-up feelings found a voice. 
 
 The fact was soon disclosed. A hardy corps 
 Of yeomen volunteers, from near and far, — 
 To whom intelligence of Indian raid 
 Against the settlers had been slowly brought 
 
AGATHA. 2 1 
 
 By one who 'scaped the wholesale massacre, — 
 
 Had followed on the trail, espied the camp, 
 
 Concealed their presence with consummate skill 
 
 Until an hour propitious for the charge, 
 
 And thus had wrested from the clan their prey. 
 
 Nor ceased they there : but with the sword and fire 
 
 Had slaughtered many, — scattered all beside, — 
 
 And dealt retaliation for their crimes. 
 
 Yet with a desperation worthy fiends. 
 
 Who revel in the anguish of the lost. 
 
 The savages, when of defeat aware, 
 
 Had butchered all their captives saving Ralph, 
 
 Him back to liberty his saviors bore ; 
 
 And, pitying his lorn and orphaned case 
 
 (For that an only son not long before 
 
 They had themselves consigned to native dust), 
 
 The leader and his gentle wife resolved 
 
 To rear him and adopt him as their own. 
 
 His years were tender ; and, though on his mind 
 
 The harsh experience of his early life 
 
 Had wrought impressions ne'er to be effaced, 
 
 He soon forgot his melancholy state, 
 
 Returned his benefactors love for love. 
 
 And grew in their regard, in youthful grace, 
 
 In public confidence and moral worth. 
 
 Amid Pequaket's ^ hills and glades and farms, — 
 
 The former home of Paugus and his tribe, 
 
 1 The aboriginal name of Fryeburg, Me., and vicinity. 
 
2 2 AGATHA. 
 
 Till Chamberlain sent home the whizzing ball, — 
 
 He passed his time with profit at his books, 
 
 Learned wisdom in the schools, yet not alone 
 
 From sources such as these he gathered lore : 
 
 For many times communed he face to face 
 
 (Though not with eyes of flesh he could discern, 
 
 As Moses on the smoking mount) with God 
 
 Upon the crest of princely Kiarsarge, — 
 
 Fit as Olympus, or as Sinai's self, 
 
 For Him whose canopy is cloud and fire ; 
 
 Oft heard, as guilty Adam shrank to hear, 
 
 The Lord of Nature, in the cool of day. 
 
 Amid the groves in zephyrs whisper low ; 
 
 Oft caught an inspiration fresh from heav'n 
 
 From that fair lake which imaged the blue vault ; 
 
 Of day learned speech, from night rare knowledge drew, 
 
 As sky and earth united to declare 
 
 The glories of their Maker and Support ; 
 
 And throve so well, that in his eighteenth year 
 
 His martial patron gained for him access 
 
 To West Point, where to learn of rugged war. 
 
 There sped the months on velvet feet away. 
 
 As ever in bright youth their custom is, 
 
 Till graduation led Ralph far away — 
 
 A handsome, brave lieutenant — to the West, 
 
 To battle for his country and for fame. 
 
 In Indian campaign saw he bloody deeds ; 
 
 In exploration passed securer weeks ; 
 
 In scientific expedition joined, 
 
AGATHA. 23 
 
 And into Nature's grandest secrets peered. 
 He stood upon the everlasting peaks, 
 Where storms had raged for ages all untold ; 
 He threaded wilderness till then untrod ; 
 His soul drank tull of Nature's majesty, 
 Expanding day by day within her realm ; 
 He viewed her wonders, worshipped at her feet, 
 Yet recognized beyond a Hand Divine. 
 
CANTO II. 
 
 Far in the wilds of Canada remote, 
 Within a fertile valley, broad and fair. 
 Thick-wooded, watered, and from fervid sun 
 And wintry blast protected in degree, 
 A wigwam village nestled 'mid the trees. 
 A troop of sinewy youths, engaged in sports, 
 Made merry clamor on the tranquil air. 
 As one performed some feat of skill, or strove 
 Successfully a rival to surpass. 
 
 Here wrestled twain, with dextrous play of strength ; 
 There other two ran swiftly o'er the lea, 
 For triumph striving as for very life. 
 Though all the meed of victory should be 
 A murmur of approval from grave men, 
 A cheery nod from beldams, or (rare prize ! ) 
 A smile and look of pride from some shy lass. 
 Those shot the arrow at a distant mark. 
 While others leaped, or lifted cumbrous weights; — 
 Each athlete zealous to secure applause. 
 Apart from these, sedate and self-reserved, 
 A group of warriors sat beneath the shade. 
 
AGATHA. 25 
 
 Engrossed in council, while the atmosphere 
 Grew fragrant with the incense of their pipes. 
 Here rollicked on the earth, in scanty garb 
 Or destitute of raiment, children swarth, 
 Whose laughter, floating on the soft south wind, 
 With other sounds commingled and expired, 
 A few sleek dogs stole silently about. 
 Or dozed without concern; — all signs of life 
 Betrayed contentment and a quiet lot. 
 
 But, stay ! Secluded in the leafy grove, 
 At distance from the village and its scenes, 
 Behold two strange companions, lone and sad. 
 Why do they differ in their mood and guise 
 From all who dwell in the adjacent town? 
 Why are their cheeks without the copper stain. 
 Their tresses silken and of texture fine ? 
 For many leagues no settlement exists 
 Besides the Indian hamlet; whence, then, come 
 This pale-browed woman and this timid girl ? 
 List ! for the elder speaks in tone subdued. 
 As to her mate she breathes the oft-heard tale : 
 " Sweet maiden, by thy rightful name thou art 
 To me unknown, though daughter thou hast been 
 To one of offspring prematurely reft. 
 Two darling children and a husband fond 
 Long years ago I happily could claim ; 
 But all, our Heavenly Father, — nay, not so ! 
 Say, rather, Satan dwelling in the flesh, 
 4 
 
26 AGATHA. 
 
 As once God suffered him to visit Job, — 
 
 In few brief hours transferred from my embrace ; 
 
 And as I prayed that I might follow them, 
 
 But in His wisdom God denied the boon. 
 
 Mine eyes were turned on thee ; and soon there sprang 
 
 Within my breast a love for thee intense. 
 
 The Fates were gracious ; thou unto my charge 
 
 Wast given by our captors ; and thy name, 
 
 From them derived, was called 'The Nightingale.' 
 
 Thy lineage and birthplace, if they know, 
 
 Our masters reticent have ne'er divulged. 
 
 With us were driven to this hated place 
 
 Still other prisoners in wretched plight, 
 
 Whom thou may'st call to mind ; but thou and I 
 
 Alone now live, of all that dismal train ; 
 
 O'ercome by miseries so manifold. 
 
 They one by one have welcomed death's relief. 
 
 Ten weary years my bruised heart has sustained, 
 
 And I would linger still for thy dear sake, 
 
 But now I feel that I shall soon be called 
 
 To join my loved ones in the Summer Land ; 
 
 Then thou wilt here remain without one friend. 
 
 Ah, bitter and despiteful lot ! The days 
 
 Will slowly o'er thy burdened spirit pass, 
 
 Till thou art summoned to the Angel World. 
 
 O precious soul ! if thou mightst go with me 
 
 On that mysterious journey I must take, 
 
 How gladly would I yield my fleeting breath ! " 
 
 Her choking sobs no further would permit 
 
AGATHA. 27 
 
 Her discourse ; clasped in one another's arms, 
 The speaker and the listener wept aloud. 
 Then, when a spell their tears had mingled thus, 
 The younger said : " No mother but thyself 
 Can I recall, from childhood till this hour. 
 Indeed, a benefaction hast thou been, 
 Without whom life were joyless as the grave. 
 My kindred's speech in secret thou has taught. 
 Their solacing religion, and their God. 
 To part from thee forever, — here to stay. 
 The solitary vestige of my race, — 
 Were bitterer than all the pangs of death, 
 And only less than hell in final hope. 
 Say, must thou die ? And, if so, may I not 
 Existence by mine own will terminate ? " 
 Again they wept ; but soon the other spoke : 
 " Our Savior, when on earth, declared that He, 
 And only He, had power over life. 
 He suffered ignominy worse than thine, 
 And poignant tortures preyed upon his soul ; 
 Yet fled He not the ordeal, but endured, 
 Till blessed dissolution set Him free. 
 'No murder shalt thou do,' is sternly writ. 
 And ' He that murders hath not endless life.' 
 Then seek not so thy hardships to avert. 
 Lest haply unknown evils lurk beyond. 
 ' God doth not willingly afiflict nor grieve ' ; 
 Some purpose hath He when He trieth us ; 
 Forbear thy hand, and ' do thyself no harm ' ! 
 
28 AGATHA. 
 
 But not of succor neecl'st thou quite despair. 
 
 A child thou art ; some chance may ope the door 
 
 To free thee,' ere the gloomy tomb thou reach. 
 
 The Red Men naught suspect thee ; thou dost go 
 
 Untrammeled wheresoe'er thy wishes prompt. 
 
 In future years there may occur to thee 
 
 Auspicious opportunity for flight 
 
 Beyond their vengeance, or thy countrymen 
 
 May save thee from them ; but essay thou not 
 
 To penetrate alone the dreary wilds, 
 
 Unbroken by the people of thy blood 
 
 For countless leagues ; for thou wouldst perish there 
 
 Of hunger, or by beasts, or deadly cold. 
 
 Or peradventure fall a victim dire 
 
 To those who would pursue thee and o'ertake. 
 
 Have patience, pray thee, till kind Providence, 
 
 In pity for thy weakness and distress, 
 
 Shall send an earthly or a heavenly guide ! " 
 
 But here their colloquy abruptly closed. 
 They heard approaching footsteps, and in haste 
 They sought to hide all traces of their grief ; 
 Their tears they staunched ; the words of their lament 
 Ceased straightway o'er their quivering lips to flow ; 
 They rose from their recumbent attitude 
 And turned their faces villageward to go. 
 Their purpose thus divining, gruffly cried 
 The interloper, as he darkly frowned : 
 
AGATHA. 29 
 
 " Why do you shun my presence ? I am one 
 
 Who ever strive to please you and befriend ; 
 
 I fain would do you kindness ; but ye shrink, 
 
 When I draw near, as doth the trembling fawn 
 
 Before the greedy wolf or skulking bear. 
 
 I would not harm you, for in truth I love 
 
 The Nightingale, and for her sake her mate." 
 
 The maiden's cheek blanched white as driven snow, 
 
 While insolently smote her ears these words ; 
 
 Her palpitating bosom needed not 
 
 Interpretation by her speechless tongue ; 
 
 With indignation and with loathing fear 
 
 Her form was shaken like the aspen-leaf. 
 
 Th' intruder paused, then, by an impulse moved. 
 
 Advanced to where the girl in silence stood, 
 
 And from her lips he sought to steal a kiss. 
 
 Though seen but late, the effort she eludes, 
 
 And steps aside, abhorrent at his act ; 
 
 Then slips away and leaves him wholly foiled. 
 
 " Aha ! " he gasps, in voice of stifled wrath, 
 
 " I yet shall win you, though I woo you not. 
 
 'Twas I that saved you from untimely end 
 
 And brought you hither when a tender child. 
 
 Within my veins there courses blood like yours. 
 
 And you should look with favor on my suit. 
 
 But if you still resist, 't is all in vain ; 
 
 By right of might I yet will grace my tent 
 
 With you as mistress, subject to my will !" 
 
30 AGATHA. 
 
 Then, deigning neither word nor look to her 
 (The woman), who scarce yet had dared to stir. 
 He turned upon his heel and disappeared. 
 
 When now her friend the breathless girl regained. 
 The menace was repeated as o'erheard ; 
 At which, with tears renewed, the frightened maid 
 Sobbed, " Save me, mother, from that ruffian's clutch. 
 Or I to desperate means shall make resort!" 
 With thoughts of comfort her the elder cheered, 
 And so they reached their primitive abode. 
 
 The tedious winter, with its sifting storms. 
 Its freezing and its loud-complaining winds. 
 Its barren forests, save the sombre green 
 Which hardy fir and pine and hemlock wear, 
 Hath now seized all the land in its embrace. 
 The lakes and rivers are congealed to ice ; 
 The earth is thickly mantled with the snows. 
 And far below its surface lurk the frosts ; 
 All Nature's forces seem well-nigh expired. 
 Or in confinement held and bolted fast. 
 The dwellers in the hamlet feed their fires 
 With massive back-logs and with faggots dry. 
 Impatiently awaiting genial spring. 
 By day they spend their leisure in the hunt ; 
 Or through the ice they spear their finny prey ; 
 Or deftly weave lithe thongs on seasoned frames, 
 Whereby they glide above the yielding drifts. 
 
AGATHA. 31 
 
 Which clog the floundering moose and prove its doom j 
 Or skilfully their bark canoes construct, 
 To float serenely on broad lake and stream 
 When once again the sun shall loose their thrall. 
 By night, beside their ruddy, gleaming hearths, 
 They chant wild songs of bloodshed and of love. 
 Tell wondrous stories, or in games of chance 
 With revel coarse they pass the tardy hours. 
 
 The shades of evening now are darkly drawn ; 
 A howling tempest through the valley sweeps. 
 As in one tent a mournful group surround 
 The pallet where a dying mortal lies. 
 The flickering embers cast a sickly gloom 
 Athwart the features of the sufferer. 
 And by the partial light we may descry 
 That this is she of Nightingale beloved. 
 And there beside her kneels the sobbing girl. 
 One hand caressing 'mid convulsive grief. 
 More faintly comes and goes the vital breath ; 
 More fixed and stony grow the sunken eyes ; 
 More feeble are the pulse-beats, till at last, 
 With one deep sigh, the spirit flits away 
 From out its clayey prison into bliss. 
 Poor child ! thine earthly consolation fails ; 
 In this world none canst thou now claim to be 
 A mother or a friend, to guard from ill ; 
 The sepulchre shall swallow all thy hope, 
 And in a living tomb thy heart shall throb ! 
 
32 AGATHA. 
 
 Again the vivifying smile of spring 
 Awakes the buds and hires the songsters back 
 To haunts forsaken erst for warmer cUme. 
 Th' unfettered brooks perpetual praises raise, 
 That they are free to gambol as they will ; 
 The morning matin and the vesper hymn 
 Ascend to the Creator from His works ; 
 And only man, His proudest offspring, dares 
 Withhold meet tribute and obedience due. 
 
 Rejoicing that their pent-up, dull camp-life 
 Shall be supplanted by more active modes, 
 Fresh animation beams on every face. 
 And cheerful sounds re-echo through the glen. 
 But chiefly jubilant of all the braves 
 Is he who yonder rears his wigwam new. 
 Adorned with trophies which his valiant hands 
 Have won from savage foe, in war or chase. 
 The sloping walls consist of wild-beasts' hide ; 
 The earth is softly carpeted with pelts 
 From furry victims of the trapper's art ; 
 While all about, barbaric ornaments 
 Bedeck the canopy or strew the floor. 
 Nor doth the owner's prowess sole appear 
 From spoils of beasts that cause stout hearts to quail 
 Long tresses, dangling full in sight, declare 
 The gory conquests which his arm has gained. 
 But hourly, as the lodge completion nears, 
 And ever, as her eye beholds the work. 
 
AGATHA. 33 
 
 One heart stops beating, one brain madly whirls, 
 One face turns ashen as the livid dead. 
 The bride-elect, — the lovely Nightingale, — 
 For whom the half-white warrior blithely builds, 
 Forebodes her coming fate with nameless dole. 
 The last day dawns ; the last touch is applied ; 
 The domicile awaits its mistress fair, 
 Whom he that formed it shall to-morrow claim 
 To be his spouse, with merry bout and feast. 
 O Thou who reignest in the distant skies, 
 Against such consummation interpose ! 
 
 When deep the world is plunged in gloom of night, 
 A figure pauses by the river's brink, 
 A slender shape, with agitation swept. 
 As noiselessly as Charon on the Styx 
 His barge propels, when with a muffled stroke 
 He ferries chattering ghosts to Hades' shore. 
 She launches on the stream her bark canoe. 
 The paddle grasps, and swiftly disappears. 
 The sacrilege designed shall never be ; 
 The Right shall triumph, spite of every odds, 
 For prayers are heard of Him who rules the world ; 
 Iniquity, though seated on a throne, 
 Supported by a kingdom's might and wealth, 
 Is impotent against His fiat just. 
 Then fear not, feeble maiden ! Have thou faith ! 
 In thine own strength is failure ; but on high 
 A Guardian and Protector thou shalt have. 
 
34 AGATHA. 
 
 Speed thou with courage o'er the trackless waste ! 
 
 As oft the pinions of the timid bird 
 
 By unseen Hand are piloted aright 
 
 From bleak north country to the balmy south, 
 
 So thou, far higher than the sparrow loved, 
 
 Shalt safely be conducted unto rest ! 
 
 The early morn brought news to all the tribe 
 That Nightingale had fled. The surly groom, 
 With disappointment chafing, hid his ire, 
 Beseeching none to follow but himself ; 
 Alone, he boasted, he would bring her home 
 Within three days, and then the nuptial rites 
 Should be the gayer for the brief delay. 
 He said, and ready acquiescence met ; 
 Then cast his practised eye from point to point, 
 Soon traced her footsteps to the river-sands, 
 And saw the keel-marks of the missing boat. 
 Of others like it there were many near; 
 He quickly thrust one in the current swift. 
 Its light oars wielding with a giant force ; 
 The fragile craft skimmed lightly o'er the wave, 
 Till past the reach of vision it had sped. 
 
 With straining muscles, all the star-lit night. 
 Frail Nightingale had madly rowed her skiff ; 
 But when the rosy sunrise found her weak. 
 Her strength o'ertaxed, her blistered hands becramped, 
 Her body, from its unaccustomed toil 
 
AGATHA. 
 
 And lack of food and sleep, exhausted quite, 
 
 Then first seemed vain and rash her bold attempt. 
 
 Before, she had not reasoned; crazed with dread, 
 
 She sought relief instinctively in flight ; 
 
 But now she realized the solemn fact 
 
 That foes would seek, would find her, and return 
 
 To more intolerable slavery 
 
 Than she before had known ; for, from henceforth. 
 
 Suspicion would attend her future state. 
 
 She ceased her efforts and to grief gave vent, 
 
 While gently onward drifted her canoe, 
 
 As though it fain would distance all pursuit. 
 
 Thus passed the long forenoon ; on berries ripe 
 
 Which grew upon the bank she broke her fast, 
 
 And so in part her famishment appeased. 
 
 At times, as yet no follower appeared, 
 
 Her sinking hope revived; she then would urge 
 
 Her course, though ever with diminished power ; 
 
 And often backward threw distrustful glance, 
 
 Expectant of the climax and the end. 
 
 The sun v/as trending slowly tow'rd the west. 
 The heat of mid-day had declined apace. 
 And o'er her wearied senses 'gan to steal 
 The soft encroachments of unbidden sleep, 
 When of a sudden on her startled ear 
 Crept sounds that chilled and paralyzed her heart. 
 No longer subtle slumber weaves its spell ; 
 Her temples throb well-nigh to bursting; low 
 
36 AGATHA. 
 
 She bends her head and lists with bated breath. 
 
 Ah, me ! 't is true ! Her most distressing doubt 
 
 Meets sad fulfilment in that fatal hour ; 
 
 The rapid plashing of an oarsman's strokes 
 
 Distinctly breaks the stillness of the wood. 
 
 One moment later, and her blood-shot eyes 
 
 Behold the cause of her tormenting fears ; 
 
 With wild halloo he makes the forest ring. 
 
 As with redoubled energy he rows. 
 
 No more her unnerved frame can bear; her hands 
 
 Fall listless at her side ; the slender oar 
 
 Slips from her clasp and quickly floats away ; 
 
 Her eyelids droop and close ; across her lips 
 
 A shrill cry issues, and she fainting falls. 
 
 Her face all colorless as marble white ; 
 
 Her weight o'erturns the frail canoe ; she sinks 
 
 Beneath the gurgling waters, and is lost. 
 
 But, no! Though thus she might have wished to die. 
 And peacefully awake where nevermore 
 Adversity and sorrow might obtrude. 
 But only joy supernal have a place ; 
 Not so her destiny decreed, — not so 
 Would he permit who followed in her wake. 
 In one brief moment he had reached the spot 
 Where she had been engulfed ; and, with a bound, 
 He plunged beneath the surface, in his arms 
 Enfolded her within a strong embrace. 
 And brought her form inanimate to shore. 
 
AGATHA. 37 
 
 "My pledge I yet will keep," he muttered then; 
 
 " My pretty bird, not three days shall elapse 
 
 Since you betrayed our trust and flew away. 
 
 Before I have you in mine own nest safe ! " 
 
 He gently chafed her unresisting palms, 
 
 Her wrists he stroked, and kissed her moistened brow. 
 
 She groaned, as wretched life returned to her. 
 
 But knew not vet if this were life or death, 
 
 Till on her shuddering gaze his image stood. 
 
 Whereat a second time she swooned. 
 
 But wdiat 
 Hath caused the half-breed on his feet to leap. 
 As with electric shock ? A horrid oath 
 Escaped him, and a hurried look he cast 
 Behind him, whence proceeded near at hand 
 The detonations of a horse's hoofs. 
 He had no time for flight; so deep-absorbed 
 In efforts he had been to wake the lass. 
 He failed to note the sound until too late, 
 A clarion voice commanded, and forthwith 
 His arms were pinioned by a dozen men, 
 Whose uniform he knew full well, and cursed. 
 They led him straightway to their rude abode ; 
 There safely bound him; and he saw them bear 
 The half -unconscious maiden to a tent. 
 
CANTO III. 
 
 As sweeps the flame across some prairie sere, 
 Ignited from a careless herder's camp ; 
 The smoke in murky clouds mounts to the sky, 
 And thousand wild-beasts flee in blindest haste ; 
 Their cries and thund'rous trampling sound afar : 
 So swiftly through the village sped the tale 
 Of Nightingale's release, and how her foe. 
 The dark-skinned alien, had been captive brought. 
 Not more sensation had there been, for sure, 
 Had proclamation been announced of peace 
 Between the young Republic and the Crown : 
 For these had drawn the sword, and war's rude blows 
 Had dealt each other, now these many months. 
 By land and ocean; which, incarnadined. 
 Appealed to heaven for that promised day 
 When Man no more shall wield the deadly sword. 
 For this cause, forth from out the pleasant town 
 Had marched a sturdy squad of chosen souls, 
 Ralph being in command, through Northern wilds, 
 Crossed Canada's frontier, on havoc bent, 
 
AGATHA. 39 
 
 And so had come at juncture opportune 
 
 To save the maiden from her enemy. 
 
 Him to the jail they bore ; while she found rest 
 
 Within the selfsame home where Ralph, a child, 
 
 Had been received as son, and fondly reared. 
 
 There tarried she for many days, till passed 
 
 The anguish of her trials, and her heart. 
 
 Warmed with the kindness of her new-found friends, 
 
 Leaped out in artless gratitude and trust. 
 
 They, too, beheld this object of their grace 
 
 With deep compassion; and the matron said: 
 
 " No daughter hath the Lord possessed me with ; 
 
 So this poor waif shall live with me, and cheer 
 
 My lonely hours with dear companionship. 
 
 And let her Agatha be called ; 't is meet 
 
 That one so pure and good should bear that name." 
 
 So one and all assented, not least pleased 
 
 The youthful hero, though the reason why 
 
 He scarce suspected ; for he knew no throb 
 
 Of tender passion, but of glory dreamed. 
 
 Then, after long contention, tidings came 
 Of amity between the nations twain. 
 No more should widows mourn, and orphans weep, 
 And parents shed the tear, for loved ones laid 
 In distant grave unmarked, or plunged adown 
 The yawning depths of the insatiate sea. 
 The hideous furies hied themselves away 
 
40 AGATHA. 
 
 To nether world, sole dwelling-place befit 
 For such as take delight in deeds of blood. 
 Emancipation sought the half-breed out ; 
 But he, professing penitence and wish 
 To recompense the wrong he had essayed. 
 Remained and earned precarious livelihood 
 In labor for the farmers, or he wrought 
 Quaint trinkets with barbaric skilful ne.ss. 
 
 Meanwhile the girl doth prosper in her ways ; 
 Her books were pastime ; and with voice so rich 
 Had nature dowered her, that all who heard 
 Were raptured by its siren quality. 
 E'en though the melody were strange, and words 
 Uncouth, as when she sang some Indian chant ; 
 Or, profited by cultivation, when 
 She thrilled the village church with sacred praise. 
 Her beauteous face reflected guileless heart ; 
 Her eyes of azure beamed with innocence ; 
 Her rounded figure, ruddy, dimpled cheeks, 
 And deep-brown ringlets, ranked her leading belle, 
 At whose approach the pulse of many a youth 
 Beat quick and hectic, with emotion deep. 
 
 Once more brusque winter broods the earth above ; 
 The joyous holidays draw on apace 
 When all discomforts of the outer world 
 Are reckoned naught ; when severed families 
 Unite again around one common hearth. 
 
AGATHA. 4 1 
 
 And merry laughter tells of happy homes, 
 
 Whence care is banished for a little while. 
 
 Then Ralph is welcomed to a short reprieve 
 
 From dangers of his frontier life ; and oft 
 
 He stirs their hearts with tales of sharp dismay. 
 
 Thus while he speaks, the eyes of Agatha 
 
 Are fixed upon the floor, while half-breathed sighs. 
 
 Not unperceived, escape her coral lips. 
 
 With furtive glance Ralph strives to read the truth ; 
 
 For, since they parted last, her absent shape 
 
 Has flitted, day and night, before the view 
 
 Of his abstracted mind, — her hath he found 
 
 More precious to his soul than all beside 
 
 Of high ambition or exalted hope. 
 
 Not so unkind were Fate, to blast his fame, 
 
 As to deprive him of her saintly face; 
 
 Not more distraught, if on a sea-girt isle 
 
 Alone he wandered, could he feel himself, 
 
 If Agatha divided not his lot. 
 
 And so, one eve, into her willing ear 
 He told the story, pleading for return 
 Of his attachment, as a culprit might 
 For sweet existence on the scaffold's brink ; 
 The while wise-blinking stars, as ages long 
 They have been privileged, looked down and heard 
 The plighted troth of one more mated pair, — 
 To whom that hour M'as revelation rare 
 And new and perfect, as when Adam's bride 
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42 
 
 AGATHA. 
 
 Came to him first from God's creative hand. 
 What deep felicity the ransomed know, 
 Assuredly no human eye hath seen ; 
 But nothing of our mortal state more near 
 Approacheth to the heavenly than the joy 
 Of lovers, when they pledge their early faith : 
 These, with ecstatic vision, e'er behold 
 The world invested with a halo new. 
 
 Their mutual choice revealed, with plaudit met ; 
 E'en those who envied, recognized how fit 
 The two were for each other, and resigned 
 To manifest decree of higher powers. 
 Yet, while rejoicing reigned, there came a pang 
 Of sadness unto Agatha and Ralph ; 
 For he was bound by honor and by law 
 To serve his country further under arms ; 
 And though she proffered — ay, demanded it — 
 To join him in his rough campaigning, he 
 Forbade the sacrifice, and showed its ills. 
 Till she desisted. Then it was resolved 
 That for one year — a trifling space of time. 
 Yet, ah ! how much within a year befalls — 
 He should alone hie to the Western plains. 
 While she should cross the sea to foreign lands 
 And blithely sing the slow-paced weeks away ; 
 But ere they thus should part, they would be wed. 
 Then, lapsed the interval, they both should turn 
 
AGATHA. 
 
 Their faces homeward, and be henceforth all 
 To one another, till the hour of death. 
 
 The merry sands of the expiring year 
 Sped swiftly to oblivion ; came the dawn 
 Of its successor, and thus all too soon 
 The dismal day when they must say " Farewell ! " 
 The two stood side by side, environed round 
 By friends, within the parlor of the ship 
 That presently should waft the bride afar. 
 The sacred service of the Church was said. 
 And blessing on them breathed, as man and wife. 
 By reverend lips ; and then, 'mid smiles and tears 
 And gratulations from the gladsome throng. 
 One lingering embrace they took, — one kiss 
 Ralph fixed upon her chill, pain-stricken cheek, — 
 One lisp of comfort and of future hope 
 Bespoke ; next resolutely turned to shore. 
 Assuming cheerful mien and word not felt. 
 Convulsive sobs, the bride could ill repress. 
 But for her husband's sake concealed, the while. 
 And so they separated. Down the bay 
 The noble vessel drifted, till strained eyes 
 No longer could discern on deck or wharf 
 The clouded countenance or signal hand. 
 Then all the bitterness of sundered hearts 
 The pair experienced ; but new courage rose, 
 As peered their vision forward, and they saw 
 A glorious bow of promise span their sky. 
 
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44 AGATHA. 
 
 But what dark-scowling face is this that Ralph 
 Beholds beside him as he turns to go, 
 His fair young wife no longer visible ? 
 What pent-up malice in that leering eye 
 Is now to burst upon him ? Mute, there stands 
 The Indian ; and Ralph cries, in sudden dread, 
 " Whence have you come ? Why are you here to-day ? 
 Speak, and reveal your rankling, inmost thoughts ! " 
 The other, slowly, and with sarcasm, raised 
 The single query, "Married?" — while a shrug 
 Of evil portent seemed more loud to speak 
 The secret mischief of his wicked heart. 
 "Yes; praised be God! This day I wedded her 
 Whom thou, foul wretch, didst once dare hope to hold 
 In thy base clutch. Avaunt from out my sight, 
 Or chastisement severe my hand shall deal ! 
 Thine evil presence strangely angers me." 
 Thus hotly spake the bridegroom, while a Hash 
 Malignant shot from underneath the brow 
 Of the despised and sullen outcast. Then 
 He ground his teeth, and made reply in words 
 That burned into the hearer's very brain : 
 " Think not, proud white man, you shall always win ! 
 The hawk that pounces on the basking snake. 
 Aloft may bear it in his talons' grasp. 
 Till, writhing in its pain, the prey may strike 
 Its soaring captor with a mortal sting." 
 " Dost thou threat me, vile craven of thy race, — 
 Or, rather, one without a race on earth. 
 
AGATHA. 45 
 
 With blood compounded of the meanest dregs ? 
 
 If self-respect would warrant such descent 
 
 To thine own level, by the gods above ! 
 
 This moment would I let the current out, 
 
 And drench the ground to nausea with its filth. 
 
 Get thee from out my sight, and proffer thanks 
 
 That thou escapest with thy caitiff life ! " 
 
 "Hear me one moment, yet! " the Indian hissed : 
 
 " Dost thou remember of thy childhood's home ? — 
 
 The purling brook, beside which all the day 
 
 Thou playedst with thy sister, or alone 
 
 Pursu'dst with rod and line for speckled trout ? 
 
 Canst thou recall the clearing, and the cot. 
 
 Surrounded by the tall and piney wood ? 
 
 Of father and of mother doth thy mind 
 
 Still hold remembrance, and their image see. 
 
 Ere Red Men from the Northland stole their life ? 
 
 Didst thou not have an infant sister, too ? 
 
 Were not she and the elder shrieking borne 
 
 With thee into the darkness of that night, 
 
 When fell thy father's cabin by the brand ? 
 
 Ay ! well canst thou bring back to mind these scenes, 
 
 Though years have lapsed since all were swept away. 
 
 Know, then, that I remember this, as well ; 
 
 I saw thee often near that selfsame hut, 
 
 And sometimes shared thy childish gambollings. 
 
 I stood where I beheld the flames devour 
 
 The cottage and its owner. I am he 
 
 Whom thou, in boyhood, hail'dst as Half-Breed Jack ! '^ 
 
46 AGATHA. 
 
 " Good God ! thou liest ! O, confess me now, 
 
 That thou hast harrowed up my soul in jest, 
 
 And I can cheerfully forgive!" gasped Ralph. 
 
 "Here — take this money! Tell me this is false 
 
 That thou hast uttered, and in me a friend 
 
 In after years thou evermore shalt find." 
 
 " Put up thy gift ; I scorn it as I do 
 
 The giver ! " cried the savage. " I have watched 
 
 And waited long for vengeance on thy head. 
 
 Now — now I have it, and I find it sweet 
 
 As store of wild-bees to the starving bear. 
 
 One revelation more thine ear shall catch ; 
 
 And if it slay thee, or thou goest mad, 
 
 I will gloat o'er thee as the thirsting wolf 
 
 Above its hapless victim of the fold : 
 
 Thy sister Eva thou hast wed to-day ! 
 
 Ha, ha ! Thy sister thou dost call thy wife ! " 
 
 "Thou worse than liar! worse than murderer! 
 
 Thus to invent these hellish tales, and mock 
 
 My dearest hopes and sole felicity ! 
 
 Fiend, who transcendest in thy matchless hate 
 
 That cursed people — cursed of God and man — • 
 
 Whom Heaven's Great Ruler hath commissioned us 
 
 To blot from off the globe, as once he did 
 
 The Jews vile Canaan's brood t' exterminate : 
 
 For those contented are with slaughtered foes. 
 
 While thou dost strive (but thou shalt miss thy mark) 
 
 To wring two hearts with everlasting pangs. 
 
 And in a furnace of unending woe 
 
AGATHA. 47 
 
 To plunge a household, happy but for thee ! 
 
 Thou miscreant too black for Satan's realm, 
 
 I challenge thee to prove thy wretched words ! " 
 
 " Enough ! Thine epithets fall harmlessly 
 
 As wasted breath upon the stately oak. 
 
 I have spoke truth ; how else should I pronounce 
 
 These names, unknown to all but me and thee, — 
 
 These names of Eva and of Juliet, 
 
 Which thou thyself hadst well-nigh lost from thought ? 
 
 When, parting in two bands, as thou didst see. 
 
 My copper-colored brethren took their course 
 
 In two directions, — thou with one didst go, 
 
 But Eva, with the other and with me, 
 
 Came to the village of my native tribe. 
 
 There have I seen her growth ; there wooed I her ; 
 
 Thence fled she, when thou wrenchedst her from me. 
 
 So thou, not I, her husband hast become ; 
 
 I wish thee joy of thy right noble prize ! 
 
 More satisfaction hath this hour to give. 
 
 At witness of thy happy honeymoon, 
 
 Than if myself were bridegroom ! Fare thou well ! " 
 
 Then quickly strode the Indian out of view, 
 
 While, wrapt in anguish and despair, stood Ralph, 
 
 With horror all his senses stupefied. 
 
 But sudden impulse roused him from his trance. 
 "With death before thine eyes thou wilt recant," 
 He muttered to himself ; and straight he sought 
 The means of apprehending him who thus 
 
48 AGATHA. 
 
 Had shattered in one moment life's best dreams. 
 
 In drunken revel and in deep debauch 
 
 They found and seized him ; when the fumes were spent, 
 
 He woke to find himself with murder charged. 
 
 Ralph visited him within his gloomy cell. 
 
 "If thou art Half-Breed Jack," he said, "I saw 
 
 Thee drown my infant sister in the brook. 
 
 Thy neck is forfeit to the hangman's noose 
 
 If thou dost not thy frightful tale revoke. 
 
 Say but that word, and thou art free. Beware 
 
 How thou dost trifle with a man deep-wronged!" 
 
 The culprit started ; then he turned his face. 
 
 Grown twofold darker with malignity, 
 
 To Ralph, and hoarsely said: "Why should I seek 
 
 To save a life so worthless and forlorn ? 
 
 All — all I have, and am, and hope to be. 
 
 Weighed in the balance with this choice revenge, 
 
 Is less than nothing; I can die content; 
 
 Thy sister Eva is thy new-made wife!'''' 
 
 "Great God of Heaven, pity!" so prayed Ralph, 
 
 As, cold and deathlike, prone upon the floor 
 
 He fell. And thence the jailor bore his form, 
 
 And placed him on a bed, and summoned aid 
 
 (Mistaken kindliness !) to call back life. 
 
 So Ralph revived : but not the same awoke 
 
 As when, an hour before, he sank : a change 
 
 Utter and awful had passed o'er his brow. 
 
 His eyes were lustreless ; his face was grave. 
 
 And sad, and furrowed as with many years ; 
 
AGATHA. 49 
 
 While, in the brief lapse of a day and night, 
 His dark hair was besprinkled as with snow. 
 All wondered at the shock and asked the cause ; 
 He, mournful, shook his head, but answered not. 
 
 Meantime, how fared the winsome bride ? She sailed, 
 In blissful ignorance of these events, 
 Across the great, mysterious ocean ; saw 
 Day after day succeed, night after night. 
 While onward ploughed the giant messenger 
 Between two continents; — dreamed happy dreams, 
 Thought happy thoughts, planned happy plans; — 
 Oft said : '' The darkest hour precedes the dawn ; 
 The gorgeous sunset is the gift of clouds ; 
 The radiant rainbow follows e'er the storm." 
 So drove away intrusive fears, and smiled 
 As though the Future were already hers. 
 Ah ! Gracious Father of our mortal frames. 
 What were our lives, without immortal hope? 
 
 The sea was fair ; the winds breathed low and soft ; 
 The firmament revealed God's handiwork 
 Resplendent ; all seemed well. Full soon again 
 That company should bless the sight of land. 
 And press with eager feet the Old World's shores. 
 What if an older world than that they seek, — 
 What if a brighter shore than that they left, — 
 Shall erelong greet their vision, where no sea 
 Doth roll its treacherous waves, or parting come 
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50 AGATHA. 
 
 To those deemed worthy of admittance there ? 
 
 They recked not that it so had been decreed ; 
 
 They laughed, and sang, and slept dull hours away, 
 
 Till transformation of the sky and main 
 
 Foretold the coming tempest, — till it broke I 
 
 In wildest fury on the gallant ship. I 
 
 Of no avail was skill ; in vain were tears 
 
 And supplications for divine relief. 
 
 The vessel floundered helpless in the trough, 
 
 Was tossed upon the high, resistless waves. 
 
 Anon plunged into seething depths between ; 
 
 The cordage shrieked their knell ; the howling blast 
 
 Their gloomy funeral discourse shouted loud ; 
 
 The coast they longed for once, now proved their doom ' 
 
 (How many times, O Lord ! we pray to thee ' 
 
 For that which Thou canst see would ruin us!) ; i 
 
 And, as they struck upon its rocky bounds 
 
 With shock terrific, leaped the hissing brine 
 
 Above them, tore them from their dying grasp, • 
 
 And many hurled into eternity. 
 
 Of these was Agatha. Stark on the beach 
 
 The hardy landsfolk found her, where the tide 
 
 Had cast her; awed and silent, there they stood, > 
 
 And gazed upon her spiritual face, ] 
 
 And whispered one another : "Ah! how sad ' 
 
 That her young life should be extinguished now I 
 
 Amid the glad days of her blooming youth ! " i 
 
 But when the simple country pastor said : ! 
 
 "He knoweth best ! " they could but sigh : "Amen!" j 
 
AGATHA. 5 1 
 
 The news of the disaster flew with speed 
 More swift than wings could give ; men's hearts were 
 
 bowed 
 In direst woe, and women's sobs arose 
 For shipwrecked dear ones, buried in the deep. 
 One soul alone rejoiced : Ralph read at first. 
 Half-doubting of its truth, yet kissed the words 
 That others looked upon with streaming eyes. 
 " If this might not prove false, O God ! " he said ; 
 " If only she is safe in heaven's fold 
 And never learns — " he shuddered lest some chance 
 Had saved her ; but at last he knew the worst, — 
 The best, — and praised his Maker's name. 
 
 Then came the trial of the murderer, 
 When all men heard his secret. There he rose 
 Within the dock, and pleaded guilt, and told 
 In accents harsh the bitter truth in full. 
 And Ralph went forth into the open air, 
 His reason (gift divinest unto man. 
 Yet in such case a blessing better lost) 
 Dethroned forever ; so the curious crowd, 
 Smit with commiseration, let him pass 
 Between their open ranks; and some, though few, 
 In fleeting tenderness his sorrow shared, 
 But soon forgot : this world has only room 
 For each one's private joys and griefs; all else 
 Is unto each as though it had not been. 
 
52 AGATHA. 
 
 At length sweet-scented May renewed once more 
 The earth, long held in winter's icy bond. 
 And, as those bleak months, sweeping out of sight 
 The beauty of their predecessors' reign, 
 Ralph's altered fortune typified, — his loss 
 Of all delightsome, — so the vernal warmth 
 Of the all-potent spring-time, conq'ring death 
 And raising prostrate life to life again. 
 Was emblematic of his latest state. 
 He sank to rest. What voice shall dare to say. 
 That He who year by year beneath the snow 
 Protects the violet, till its hour doth come 
 To bloom and shed its fragrance all abroad. 
 Hath not, in Clime where evil never comes. 
 New-oped the blossom mundane frosts destroyed ? — 
 There where the carnal dross of this low world 
 Is shaken from their wings, and in the grave, 
 Together with their mortal frames, is left 
 To perish with the earthy, — who can know 
 What joys celestial kindred spirits feel ? 
 Then trust we, that they compensation found ; 
 Then hope we that the Power which rules the skies, 
 Untrammeled by the gyves of time and sense, 
 United in angelic love these hearts 
 That here were crushed, and made them blest for aye ! 
 
POEMS. 
 
SEMI-CENTENNIAL OF LOWELL.^ 
 
 " If this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to naught : But if it 
 be of God, ye can not overthrow it." — Book of Acts, v: 38, jg. 
 
 I. 
 
 "Arms do I sing!" the Latin poet^ cries, 
 
 And in majestic measure to our eyes 
 
 Unfolds the glittering panoply of wars, 
 
 The deeds of blood-stained heroes, and their scars. 
 
 Full oft have other poets, small and great. 
 
 Called down the Muses from their lofty state, 
 
 Lines to indite with crimson-colored pen, 
 
 To chant sweet strains and drown the wail of men. 
 
 Not thus to-day would we implore their aid ; 
 
 Better, by far, the task alone essayed 
 
 In mortal weakness, without heavenly fire. 
 
 Our hearts to quicken and our tongues inspire. 
 
 Yet one there is among the Sisters Nine, 
 
 Whose melody is none the less divine, — 
 
 1 Celebrated March i, 1876. 
 
 2 Virgil. 
 
56 SEMI-CENTENNIAL OF LOWELL. 
 
 Thalia called, — in whom dwells kindly love: 
 
 A gentle daughter, sprung from Thundering Jove. 
 
 Her would we seek to be a guest this day, 
 
 And with her potent influence grace our lay. 
 
 Not then shall martial sounds engross our mind ; 
 
 But, with our grateful thoughts towards Heaven inclined, 
 
 The angel host our very souls shall thrill 
 
 With the glad message, " Peace on earth ! good will ! " 
 
 II. 
 An Eastern legend, writ for childish ear. 
 Relates (what you will scarce believe, I fear) 
 That there was once a mat, of virtue rare. 
 Which swiftly bore its owner through the air 
 For countless leagues, o'er river, mountain, sea. 
 Concealed from others, and from danger free. 
 A richer prize than this we all may claim. 
 And Memory, void of magic, is its name. 
 With speed of thought it bridges over time, 
 And wafts us gently to another clime. 
 I pray you, now, embark upon its wings, 
 And backward fly, till into sight it brings 
 The mysteries of Fifty Years Agone, 
 When into life this goodly town was born. 
 Review, with me, the hallowed scenes of yore, 
 Assured that none the journey will deplore. 
 
 III. 
 When the ancient Roman mother held her child upon her knee, 
 Him she taught to worship Jove and "Father Tiber" reverently. 
 
SEMI-CENTENNIAL OF LOWELL. 57 
 
 Prostrate falls the pagan Hindoo on the mighty Ganges' banks ; 
 From it earthly blessings craveth, to it rendereth his thanks. 
 Egypt's swarthy sons and daughters homage paid to sluggish 
 
 Nile, 
 As the Christian seeks devoutly for his Heavenly Father's smile. 
 And, although these sacred honors our unsentient streams must 
 
 lack. 
 Yet the welkin loud shall echo of the lordly Merrimack ; 
 Ring, the skies, with shout exultant for the placid Concord's 
 
 tide; 
 For Lowell is the natural offspring of this happy groom and 
 
 bride ! 
 Thus while we, with hearts o'erflowing, celebrate our Jubilee, 
 They, together softly gliding, whisper of us to the sea ; 
 Proudly boast us as their best-loved, yet forget not as they sport 
 Their three other buxom daughters — Lawrence, Haverhill, 
 
 Newburyport. 
 Children these of whom they well may quote Cornelia's fond 
 
 reply : 
 "These our jewels are, O Nations! Lucre these could never 
 
 buy!" 
 Filial gratitude return we ! May their life-blood never cease, 
 And the passing years bring naught to interrupt their wedded 
 
 peace ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 "Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, City of our God!" 
 Sang the psalmist in his rapture, as famed Salem's streets he 
 trod. 
 8 
 
58 SEMI-CENTENNIAL OF LOWELL. 
 
 And, as we shall scan the features of the sturdy little band 
 Who with patience laid foundations here forevermore to stand, 
 Start those words with honest impulse, unrestrained by doubts 
 
 or fears. 
 As with fadeless bays we crown them, withered not by lapse of 
 
 years. 
 They upreared no splendid Temple, such as David's vision 
 
 viewed ; 
 Offered up no sacrifices ; reveled not in plenitude ; 
 They built not around our borders mural walls of massive stone, 
 Nor the Presence of Jehovah claimed to be with them alone; 
 But with humble, modest labor sought to benefit their race, 
 Quite content if fickle Fortune did not wholly hide her face. 
 "Beautiful for situation, joy of earth shall this be called!" 
 Was the language of their firm faith, by no obstacle appalled. 
 Ay ! if he has earned our tributes who has caused from earth 
 
 to spring 
 Only one slight blade of grass, in spot where erst was no green 
 
 thing. 
 Think you not those men and women have eternal praises won, 
 That shall swell in future ages and the conqueror's fame outrun ? 
 Priest and Prophet, Sage and Warrior, each may win a wide 
 
 renown. 
 But he earns a nobler paean who in peace doth plant a town ! 
 
 No demi-god, or nursling of the wolf. 
 
 Laid deep and strong the bases of our homes ; 
 
SEMI-CENTENNIAL OF LOWELL. 59 
 
 We burn no incense to their memories; 
 
 No mausoleum towers above their tombs ; 
 No sculptured column tells their gallant deeds 
 
 In glowing verse to heedless passers-by ; 
 But on our walls their graces are inscribed, 
 
 And from our hearts their names shall never die. 
 
 Who can forget the men who cast their all — 
 
 Their art, their industry, their moderate wealth — 
 Within the balance of stern Destiny, 
 
 And won her bounties not by secret stealth ; 
 But with the brawny arm, the active mind, 
 
 The consecrated soul and tireless will. 
 Strove here to bless their fellow humankind. 
 
 Together raising Church, and School, and Mill ! 
 
 Then laurels render unto Hale and Boott, 
 
 To Lawrence, Jackson, Appleton and Hurd! 
 Giants were they among the sons of men, 
 
 And, like th' Apostles, grand in deed and word. 
 Let praise be sung to Howe and Whipple quaint ; 
 
 To Button, Moody, and their comrades all. 
 To Nesmith, Francis, Worthen, Colburn : these 
 
 Shall future generations high extol. 
 Yet chief among them our godfather stands, 
 
 Like Saul amid the Hebrew congregation ; 
 And Francis Cabot Lowell's name shall live — ■ 
 
 A household word and lasting inspiration ! 
 
6o SEMI-CENTENNIAL OF LOWELL. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Fast rose the structures of colossal size, 
 
 By men of genius guided, such as these, 
 Till spindle, loom, and shuttle ready stood 
 
 To execute the mind's sublime decrees. 
 They dedicated not to frowning gods 
 
 Their skill : no vestal virgins fed the fire 
 To satiate a mystic deity 
 
 And turn away his dreaded, vengeful ire. 
 
 No ! these were temples, but not futile ones. 
 
 To superstition nurse, and blind the soul : 
 Temples were they for man's advantage plann'd, 
 
 And served by priestesses not clad in stole ! 
 God dwelleth not in houses made with hands, 
 
 When decked with human pride and vain display, 
 But wheresoe'er He finds a suppliant heart. 
 
 And where man^s good is sought from day to day. 
 
 VII. 
 
 To those who love the Lord, saith Holy Writ, 
 
 And, loving Him, their brother-man do love. 
 All things shall work together toward good. 
 
 And even seeming evil useful prove. 
 To-day our city is a monument 
 
 That emphasizeth well that blissful faith ; 
 For though dark clouds have ofttimes lowered round, 
 
 Right on and upward hath she trod her path. 
 
SEMI-CENTENNIAL OF LOWELL. 6 1 
 
 From wilderness, where roamed the dusky band 
 
 Of Wamesits, whom Eliot yearned to save ; 
 From rural precinct which the generous towns 
 
 Of Chelmsford, Tewksbury, and Dracut gave; 
 From low estate as village, have we grown 
 
 By swift degrees to city rank and station — 
 Proud of our history, our mammoth mills. 
 
 Our maidens fair, and — of our population ! 
 
 When rang the tocsin of the dreadful strife 
 
 That for a time armed brother against brother, 
 First offering made we for the Nation's life, 
 
 And first foul Treason leaped our sons to smother. 
 But when sweet Peace once more returned to earth. 
 
 And sheathed the sword too long imbrued in gore. 
 None learned more quickly to forgive the wrong, 
 
 And heal the gaping wound forevermore ! 
 
 vin. 
 
 Praise God ! our Fiftieth Anniversary 
 
 Brings no forebodings to us, of decay ; 
 No deadly fever lurks within our veins, — 
 
 No slow consumption wastes our strength away. 
 Clear is our brain ; our conscience free from guile ; 
 
 Our hands are busy as the tossing main ; 
 We stand upon the very verge of youth, 
 
 A loftier pinnacle resolved to gain. 
 
62 SEMI-CENTENNIAL OF LOWELL. 
 
 The lesson of the Past we read with joy ; 
 
 The retrospective view most fair appears ; 
 And, catching up the armor of the dead, 
 
 We look with hope far into coming years. 
 Thus far the Lord hath bountifully blessed : 
 
 Let this our confidence and faith enhance. 
 Our puny hand in His, so strong, we place, 
 
 And sound the word along the line — "Advance!" 
 
ILLUSION 
 
 Beside the rolling Merrimack — 
 Famed in the annals of two stranger races, 
 Though one has passed away and left few traces 
 
 At eve I trod a beaten track. 
 
 A single star peeped from the sky ; 
 The cricket shrilled his merry-solemn measure, 
 Imparting to my soul a mournful pleasure. 
 
 As dreamily I passed him by. 
 
 Across the darkly flowing wave 
 Loomed indistinctly, in the twilight gloaming. 
 What to my fancy, like my footsteps, roaming, 
 
 Seemed castle proud and fortress brave. 
 
 Anon their gleam along the walls 
 A thousand rays with brilliant scintillations; 
 The picture all the magic transformations 
 
 Of Oriental tales recalls. 
 
64 ILLUSION. 
 
 Assuredly so fair a home, 
 Whose outward semblance rivals Eastern splendor, 
 Must shelter noble lords and ladies tender, 
 
 To whom fell sorrow ne'er doth come. 
 
 Then I remembered me of when 
 I passed, one day, within those grimy portals, 
 And saw the toiling, weary, heart-sick mortals, 
 
 Wee children, pallid maids, and men. 
 
 " Ah me ! " I thought, and sadly sighed ; 
 " 'T was thus in youth I strolled beside Time's current, 
 And saw bright castles, with a vision fervent. 
 
 Which proved but mills, by daylight tried." 
 
BALTIMORE^ 
 
 Black-visaged Treason now hath raised his hand 
 And sent his challenge through the startled land. 
 The Ensign of the Free on Sumter's walls 
 Before his belching cannon, shuddering, falls. 
 While Anderson's staunch handful loth retire, 
 Their fortress, as their bursting hearts, on fire. 
 The loyal Nation, waking from its dream 
 Of false security, leaps to redeem 
 Its stronghold and its honor at a blow, 
 And strike the fratricide aggressor low. 
 
 1 The Sixth Massachusetts Regiment of VoUinteers, in passing through 
 Baltimore, Md., on their way to defend Washington, D. C, April 19, 1861, 
 lost the first blood in the late rebellion, and four of their number were killed 
 by a mob. This poem relates that event ; while the succeeding one commem- 
 orates a reunion in Baltimore, April 19, 1880, of the survivors of that conflict, 
 who were handsomely entertained by the Baltimoreans, with many sentiments 
 of regret for the past and reconciliation for the future. 
 
66 BALTIMORE. 
 
 Most quick to rally from the earthquake shock, — 
 Firm-rooted in her faith as Plymouth Rock, — 
 The Old Bay State responded to the call 
 Which Lincoln issued to the Northland all, 
 And sent her truest sons, her richest blood, 
 To still the rising storm and quell the flood. 
 Her Wilson and her Sumner spoke the word ; 
 Her Andrew summoned her to draw the sword ; 
 Her Schouler and her Butler rose in might, 
 And forth she hastened to the ghastly fight. 
 From plough and pulpit, desk and school and loom. 
 Sprang patriot youths, to meet untimely doom ; 
 The bridegroom tore himself from tender charms. 
 Unmindful of aught else but deadly arms ; 
 Deep sobs of parting mingled with the clang 
 Of flashing weapons, each a tiger's fang 
 Athirst for prey, regardless of who weeps. 
 Or who the never-ending slumber sleeps, 
 So only that fair Freedom be preserved. 
 For which each heart is steeled, each hand is nerved. 
 
 Forth from the peaceful scenes of Middlesex, 
 From field and valley which the spring-bud decks, 
 And forth from cities of the Merrimack, 
 Have marched proud heroes, never to come back. 
 Theirs were the sires, a century before, 
 Who crimsoned Lexington with British gore ; 
 Theirs was the heritage those fathers gave, 
 And theirs the vow its threatened hope to save ! 
 
BALTIMORE. 67 
 
 The clouds of April showered gracious tears, 
 In sympathy with human doubts and fears, 
 As o'er the pavement blue-clad columns passed. 
 Whereon those footfalls were of some the last. 
 Then out of Boston swept that valiant band — 
 The gallant Sixth, with stern Jones in command ; 
 Sped swiftly toward the Capital afar, 
 To bear the siege and brunt of horrid war. 
 Each cheek was flushed with ardent aims, and high; 
 Each pulse beat gladly; nobly beamed each eye; 
 No lip was blanched, no breath was faint with dread, 
 Nor faltered those who soon must join the dead ; 
 With holy purpose every breast was thrilled. 
 And each submissive to whate'er God willed. 
 Come weal or woe, come triumph or defeat, 
 They all with Cicero could cry, " 'T is sweet 
 And blessed for one's Fatherland to die ! " 
 And dared do all things save from danger fly. 
 
 Full soon with serried ranks they eager stand 
 Beside the portal of fair Maryland, 
 And seek a passage over her domain, 
 Beleaguered Washington that they may gain. 
 But, as they knock without their sister's gate. 
 Responses harsh their doubting ears await : 
 " Not thus our soil shall Northern troops invade. 
 Though Liberty and Union be betrayed ; 
 Our paths are sacred ; homeward turn again ; 
 State Rights we value o'er the Rights of Men ! " 
 
68 BALTIMORE. 
 
 In vain the protest there should come no ill ; 
 
 The stubborn answer was refusal still. 
 
 Short time for parley could they then afford ; 
 
 Across her borders the defenders poured, 
 
 Decorous all, intent to work no harm, 
 
 Fierce opposition striving to disarm. 
 
 So Baltimore they reached, where fate ordained 
 
 The streets with righteous life-blood should be stained. 
 
 The lurid tempest gathered in their track ; 
 A howling mob essayed to drive them back. 
 They heard the premonitions of the storm ; 
 They saw the thunder-surcharged cloudbanks form ; 
 Yet on they pressed, prepared to meet the worst. 
 Till on their heads devote the whirlwind burst. 
 Around them quickly flew the furious stones. 
 That smote with grievous force their aching bones ; 
 From windows o'er them coward foes concealed 
 Discharged a fatal volley, till they reeled 
 And swayed, but still advanced with measured pace. 
 Determination seated on each face. 
 They dealt their enemies rude blow for blow. 
 Repaying shot with shot, their souls aglow ; 
 So thus at length resistance overcame, 
 And won the laurel of eternal fame. 
 Yet victory was bought at heavy cost : 
 Four chivalrous New England lives were lost. 
 They fell in bloom of Youth, in Manhood's prime, 
 
 
BALTIMORE. 69 
 
 Destroyed by hateful murder ere their time. 
 So saintly Abel, smit in anger, died. 
 And, like to his, their blood for vengeance cried ; 
 So Stephen sank before the rabble's wrath, 
 And so their spirits trod the upward path. 
 Not e'en the fiery pomp Elijah knew, 
 When to the sky celestial chargers drew 
 His chariot, in Elisha's ravished sight, 
 Beamed more refulgent with a sacred light ! 
 
 There in the city of his death lies one — 
 Brave Taylor, of a kindred unbeknown ; 
 In Lawrence, Needham's ashes find repose, 
 Where gently o'er his grave the zephyr blows ; 
 And here, where Lowell's toilsome pulses beat. 
 Sleep Ladd and Whitney in their last retreat. 
 Maine and New Hampshire gave their vital breath. 
 And Massachusetts treasures them in death. 
 But though far parted were their childhood homes. 
 And though thus distant are their scattered tombs. 
 One cause they loved, one tragic end they found. 
 One common Country shall their dirge resound. 
 A Nation mourned their loss, and still laments. 
 And yearly gathers round their monuments. 
 With tender hands full-laden, to array 
 Their resting-places with the flow'rs of May. 
 These voice our faith, our gratitude and love ; 
 They breathe of Immortality above. 
 
70 , BALTIMORE. 
 
 E'en as the Angel at Christ's sepulchre 
 
 Saluted Mary, when she brought sweet myrrh 
 
 And spices aromatic, — so these say 
 
 To us who linger near the tomb to-day : 
 
 " Seek not the living here ; for, though they died. 
 
 They have arisen and are glorified ! " 
 
 I 
 
MASSACHUSETTS AND MARYLAND, 
 
 " My word is law ! I reign by right divine, 
 
 Where'er the sun doth on a Briton shine, 
 
 Or where a subject race doth bow the knee 
 
 In New France, India, or isles of the sea ! " 
 
 So spake King George the Third, in boastful pride, 
 
 And "Amen !" loud his Parliament replied. 
 
 In vain a Chatham's eloquence implored 
 
 To rule by Constitution, not by Sword ; 
 
 In vain great Burke and Fox their voices raised : 
 
 The monarch's passion only higher blazed. 
 
 " Fly ye across the ocean, swiftly fly, 
 
 To where my wide possessions fruitful lie ; 
 
 Straight from my Colonies a tribute bring, 
 
 For they are bound in duty to their king : 
 
 Their charter-rights, their gold, the land they till. 
 
 Are mine, and they but hold them at my will ! " 
 
 So cried the tyrant ; and forthwith a horde 
 
 Of myrmidons upstarted at the word. 
 
72 MASSACHUSETTS AND MARYLAND. 
 
 '' Thine, all ! " responded Parliament; and " Thine, all ! " 
 Echoed in peasant's hut and lordly hall. 
 Then o'er the deep the tax-collectors sped, 
 To stamp out freedom with their iron tread. 
 
 II. 
 
 But, hark ! What sound is that which greets their ears. 
 
 As three -hilled Boston on their sight appears ? 
 
 " No right divine, but that of God above ! 
 
 No tax that we ourselves do not approve ! 
 
 These western wilds our rugged strength hath wrought. 
 
 And out of chaos into beauty brought ; 
 
 Our valor hath the savage Red Man curbed. 
 
 And we can gaze on Red-Coats undisturbed ! 
 
 Our king we honor ; but our English name 
 
 By cringing cowardice we will not shame. 
 
 Take back your stamps and excise-laws unjust ; 
 
 Nor seek on freemen such disgrace to thrust." 
 
 Then quailed the minions, and returned dismayed ; 
 
 But hotter anger now King George displayed. 
 
 " My word is law ! I reign by right divine ! 
 
 Crush out these rebels that have dared repine. 
 
 They prate of fealty, but brave my power ; 
 
 Before my armies they shall quickly cower. 
 
 Forth, to my ships ! Cross once again the sea, 
 
 And bid them die, if they would still be free ! " 
 
 Heaven heard the threat in silence ; earth grew still, 
 
 As Man rose up, his brother's blood to spill. 
 
MASSACHUSETTS AND MARYLAND. "] ^^ 
 
 So sky and earth are wont to show false calm, 
 Ere bursts the fury of the tropic storm. 
 
 III. 
 
 Thou, Massachusetts, first shalt bear the blow, 
 And all the terrors of dread warfare know ; 
 Thy sons and daughters from their homes shall flee, 
 And wrapped in flames those cherished homes shall see ; 
 The foeman's steel shall to thy vitals pierce. 
 And o'er thee ravage British cohorts fierce. 
 But not alone the agony is thine. 
 Nor singly doth thy star of glory shine : 
 To North, to South, companions of thy woes. 
 Twelve kindred Colonies shall feel thy throes. 
 Not least of these in loyalty and love. 
 Fair Maryland an able aid shall prove. 
 Though feminine of name, yet only so; 
 Another Boadicea she doth show, 
 Or like the female wolf that sucklings nursed. 
 Who founded Rome, among republics first. 
 Her sons around the standard of the brave 
 Joined Massachusetts' heroes, and one grave 
 In many a struggle for a nation's life 
 They filled together, past all earthly strife. 
 One boasts of Concord and of Bunker Hill, 
 And tells of Lexington a tale to thrill. 
 The other hath an equal claim for praise. 
 And wears as bright, though not so blood-stained, bays ; 
 Her soldiers fought on other battle-ground 
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74 MASSACHUSETTS AND MARYLAND. 
 
 Than that herself did furnish, and the sound 
 Of cannon-roar and musket smote the air 
 In other parts ; but none the less her share 
 Of pain and sorrow while these long endured — 
 Of triumph, when the guerdon was secured ; 
 Her hearths were desolate, her widows mourned, 
 Her orphans wailed for fathers unreturned. 
 If Massachusetts have her Faneuil Hall, 
 So Maryland points to her capital, 
 And tells how to Annapolis repaired 
 Those sires who early the resolve declared 
 That free and independent States should rise 
 From out the ashes of the Colonies. 
 And when the Congress ratified the deed. 
 And abrogation of the king decreed ; 
 Gave to the world the story of their wrong ; 
 Appealed to God to side not with the strong ; 
 And for the issue pledged each other there 
 Lives, fortune, sacred honor : lo ! how fair 
 To us, their offspring, on the precious scroll 
 Those names which Massachusetts did enroll ! 
 And, following close, the sons of Maryland 
 To Freedom's Magna Charta set their hand. 
 When laud we Hancock, Adams (Sam and John), 
 Laud we, too, Carroll, him of Carrollton ; 
 When meed we pay to Gerry and to Paine, 
 To Chase, to Stone, and Paca raise a strain. 
 No single arm, no single State, could hope 
 With Britain's mighty energies to cope ; 
 
MASSACHUSETTS AND MARYLAND. 75 
 
 But Maryland and Massachusetts gave 
 Each to the other strength to help and save ; 
 Clasped hand in hand, merged heart and soul in one, 
 Till the invader fled, — the task was done. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Nor ceased she then, that southern helpmeet true : 
 
 For when, in later years, a British crew 
 
 Again in arms appeared upon our strand. 
 
 They met a sharp rebuff from Maryland ; 
 
 Ross tried the 77ietal of her Baltimore,^ 
 
 The which he had deep reason to deplore. 
 
 And, as an earnest that 'twas not for greed 
 
 That she had striven in mighty word and deed, 
 
 She gave a portion of her rare domain,- 
 
 That there the Nation might a homestead gain. 
 
 Not short of heaven is bliss without alloy ; 
 Night follows light, and weeping quenches joy. 
 So fell it, on one sad and solemn day, 
 That Discord came to drive sweet Peace away. 
 State against state arose, in mortal hate, 
 And trembling in the balance hung our fate. 
 To thee, O Maryland ! our eyes did turn. 
 To see if thine alliance thou wouldst spurn, 
 
 ^ September, 1814. 
 
 2 District of Columbia. 
 
76 MASSACHUSETTS AND MARYLAND. 
 
 Forget thy first love, a new choice to make, 
 
 And on secession all thy future stake. 
 
 Not long thou kept'st the loyal in suspense ; 
 
 Not long thou gavest reason of offense. 
 
 As Massachusetts was not always sound 
 
 In all her members, but e'en there were found 
 
 Room for a Shays' rebellion,^ room for mobs, — 
 
 Children who caused her breast to heave with sobs — 
 
 So thou wert cumbered : so thy head was bent 
 
 In anguish for what thou couldst not prevent. 
 
 We chide thee not ; we mind us how the Lord 
 
 Bade him to cast the stone at her abhorred, 
 
 The woman sinful, who no sin had known ; 
 
 We think that never at the Great White Throne 
 
 Could mortal stand, arrayed in robes of heaven, 
 
 If means had not been found to be forgiven. 
 
 Thank God ! thou didst not leave us, though thine arm 
 
 One moment faltered and inflicted harm. 
 
 Quick to repent thou wast, and shed the tear 
 
 Of pity o'er our youthful martyrs' bier. 
 
 There, where he fell, sleeps one of those we sent ; 
 
 And thou hast reared o'er him a monument. 
 
 And paid his dust that tender reverence 
 
 Which to the dead is our sole recompense. 
 
 If aged Priam, 'reft of his support, 
 
 Could unto stern Achilles' tent resort, 
 
 And, for that Hector had a funeral pile. 
 
 1786-7. 
 
MASSACHUSETTS AND MARYLAND. ^*] 
 
 Could on the slayer of his children smile ; 
 
 The while the festive bowl passed round the board, 
 
 And Greek and Trojan sheathed the reeking sword : 
 
 Assuredly, in Gospel age and land, 
 
 We can extend the cordial, open hand, 
 
 Condone the past, blot out the erring score. 
 
 And swear eternal faith, to end no more ! 
 
 There, by that grave which hath its counterpart 
 
 In Lawrence and in Lowell's busy mart ; 
 
 There, where sleeps Taylor in the silent dust, 
 
 The living we would greet with words of trust. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Long years agone (so History relates), 
 
 Where flourish now rich kingdoms and estates, 
 
 The Druid patriarchs their mystic rites 
 
 Performed, adoring sun and stellar lights. 
 
 And oft, when rage possessed some heathen clan 
 
 To visit carnage on their neighbor-man, 
 
 E'en as the tribes stood ready for the fray. 
 
 Threatening and awful in grim war's array ; 
 
 The priests and priestesses, unarmed and frail, 
 
 Strode in betreen : the combatants turned pale, 
 
 In presence of Religion dared not smite. 
 
 But bowed in worship where they thought to fight ! 
 
 Shall, then, the pagan Briton and the Gaul 
 
 In piety and mercy us forestall ? 
 
 No ! no ! A thousand times we answer, No ! 
 
yS MASSACHUSETTS AND MARYLAND. 
 
 Our Christian brother shall not be our foe ! 
 
 Love shall unite us closer than before, 
 
 And hearts estranged shall melt in Baltimore ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 Land of the Pilgrims ! swept by wintry blasts ! 
 Long as thy Plymouth Rock the storm outlasts, 
 So long shall Maryland thine ally be. 
 So firm her faith and plighted constancy. 
 Land of the Sunny South ! long as thy streams 
 Shall gently flow where balmy zephyr dreams, 
 So long shall hardy Massachusetts stand 
 Defender of the fame of Maryland. 
 Each shall in each much complemental find. 
 As Eden's pair all excellence combined : 
 No holier tie bound Adam to his bride : 
 Whom God hath joined, let no man dare divide 
 
 
THE SNOW. 
 
 "To him who in the love of Nature holds 
 
 Communion with her visible forms, she speaks 
 
 A various language." 
 
 — Bryant. 
 
 The earth was naked and brown, one night ; 
 When morning dawned it was clad in white ; 
 And as Phoebus beheld it from heaven once more, 
 A garment bespangled with jewels it wore. 
 
 An old man gazed on the transformed scene — 
 On the gleaming forest and river's sheen — 
 And he thought, as he mused upon years long flown, 
 *' Nature a shroud o'er the earth hath thrown. 
 
 " The leaves are vanished, the flowers dead, 
 The beautiful verdure of summer is fled ; 
 This mantle of snow, which my sight doth greet, 
 Enfoldeth the world as a winding-sheet." 
 
8o THE SNOW. 
 
 A young wife smiled at the change, and said : 
 " The earth in its bridal attire is arrayed ; 
 Dull labor and toil for a time flee away, 
 For Nature is keeping a holiday." 
 
 Beside a cot knelt a mother fair, 
 Who watched o'er the little one slumbering there ; 
 And concerning the snow to herself she said : 
 " Dame Nature her children has tucked in bed. 
 
 "Asleep are the flowers; and around each form 
 This cov'ring is wrapped, to protect from all harm. 
 When the morning of spring o'er the earth shall break, 
 The kiss of the sunbeams each blossom will wake." 
 
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THE FISHERS. 
 
 On Galilean waters long had toiled 
 
 Two humble brethren with the fisher's net. 
 Their brows were reddened by the sun's fierce glare, 
 
 And with the midnight dew their locks were wet. 
 Scant were their wages, for the finny prey 
 
 Was often shy of all their cunning craft, 
 And oft they hungered, as through weary hours 
 
 Their seines alone rewarded every draught. 
 
 What poet, with a vision keen and clear. 
 
 Directed by the Muses from on high — 
 What limner, with a fancy all aglow — 
 
 What prophet, learning wisdom from the sky — 
 Could in these lowly lives aught noble find, 
 
 Or heroes make of stock so mean and poor ? 
 What sorcerer transmute the paltry twain 
 
 To more than kings, by Egypt's mystic lore ? 
 
 There walked upon the beach, one happy morn, 
 
 A Man Divine, who looked upon the pair. 
 His heart was aching for a sin-sick world, 
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82 THE FISHERS. 
 
 Whose awful burden He alone could bear. 
 He knew all souls ; He read all destinies ; 
 
 Beneath their rude exterior He saw 
 Two precious gems ; and He whose potent will 
 
 From chaos called the earth and every star ; — 
 
 At whose Almighty mandate healing light 
 
 Dispelled thick primal darkness and deep gloom, 
 Spoke words of comfort to their spirits faint, 
 
 And to a grander work He bade them come. 
 " No longer cast your nets upon the sea, 
 
 For prize so trifling," cried the Master then ; 
 "Leave now your boats and follow after Me, 
 
 For I will make you fishers of lost men ! " 
 
 With prompt obedience to the holy call, 
 
 They straightway Christ's disciples chose to be. 
 Forsaking all attachments of the past, 
 
 They dared all dangers in His company; 
 Learned sweetest precepts from His lips inspired ; 
 
 To death attended Him, and felt it meet 
 That they should not above their Lord be blessed, 
 
 Whose wounded side they preached, and nail-pierced feet. 
 
 Their lot seemed bitter to their taunting foes ; 
 
 Their zeal seemed futile, and their hope forlorn ; 
 Their King with malefactors early died ; 
 
 Their symbol was His Cross and Crown of Thorn. 
 To human eye, they labored vainly still 
 
 As when all night they drew their empty nets ; 
 
THE FISHERS. S^ 
 
 But God was with them, and their cause was His : 
 To-day the sun upon their fame ne'er sets. 
 
 The deeds of potentates who flourished then 
 
 Have perished from remembrance; scarce are known 
 The names of persecutors whom they braved — 
 
 Tyrants who sat upon a Godless throne. 
 But these poor peasantry, who left their all 
 
 And gave their lives, to help a ruined race. 
 By history immortal, round the globe, 
 
 In foremost rank of heroes have their place. 
 
 Sin in all ages works with equal woe ; 
 
 Christ in all ages calls for fishermen ; 
 In every age they answer His ajDpeal, 
 
 And round Him gather o'er and o'er again. 
 On life's tempestuous billows forth they ride, 
 
 By twos and threes, or joyous groups they form. 
 And seek to rescue from the yawning gulf 
 
 The hapless victims of Temptation's storm. 
 
 God speed thee in thy mission, loving heart, 
 
 If singly thou dost breast the raging sea ! 
 God bless thy labors, noble band of youth, 
 
 If hand with hand ye join in ministry ! 
 If souls ye pluck from out the fatal stream 
 
 That o'er the precipice leaps wildly down, 
 Stars of rejoicing in a higher sphere 
 
 Shall each one prove upon your victor's crown. 
 
LAKE MOOSELUCMAGUNTIC/ 
 
 When low the autumn sun adown the sky 
 Reluctantly hath passed, and fain would stay 
 To gaze and smile upon thy face alway, 
 Thy bosom quivers with a gentle sigh ; 
 Thou seest that within his ardent eye 
 
 Which tinges thy fair cheek with rosy hue. 
 So would I, in my modest maiden true, 
 Revealed in tell-tale blush, her thought descry. 
 Then would I haste, if fate compelled awhile 
 From her pure presence, as yon sun his course, 
 To look again within her eyes' deep blue ; 
 Not all the world beside should me beguile. 
 But e'er impelled by Love's resistless force. 
 Each morn my homage should be paid anew ! 
 
 1 One of the Rangeley group, in Maine. 
 
 
TO MOUNT WASHINGTON. 
 
 I GAZE in admiration on thy Titan form, 
 
 O Mount, that bearest Washington's great name ! 
 And every title else for thee seems tame — 
 Alike majestic in the calm, or raging storm. 
 But, as all hearts forever tow'rd that Leader warm 
 Who gave thy patronymic, that he chose 
 No monarch's rank, but o'er ambition rose, 
 And hath the Father of a People Free become ; — 
 So thee I would not label King ; a higher 
 Renown and appellation thine shall be : 
 
 I hail thee Father of free-bounding streams ! 
 For many laughing daughters claim thee sire, 
 Which merrily glide onward to the sea, 
 Fair as the images that rise in dreams. 
 
BUT FOR A SEASON. 
 
 Mysterious are the ways of Providence 
 And past our finding out ; yet this we know, 
 Reflecting on the path where He has caused, 
 In all our weary past, our steps to go : 
 
 All things He doeth well. 
 
 Faint is our vision ; 3^et beyond the Grave 
 Rise glorious shapes, whose former mortal face. 
 E'en moulded in dull clay, we madly loved. 
 Endowed more beauteous now with heavenly grace. 
 Mists of this life shut out the blessed view, 
 Alas ! But Faith assists us to peer through. 
 No longer let grief swell. 
 
 Comes now the day with haste when we shall walk 
 On fields of bliss, and ope our happy eyes. 
 Look forth from just-awakened slumbers sweet. 
 Behold our lost ones with a glad surprise — 
 Yes ! ne'er to say " Farewell ! " 
 
DROWNED. 
 
 Thy light went out amid no circling friends ; 
 
 Thy pallid brow no mother bathed with tears ; 
 Thy dying look no glimpse of heaven lends 
 
 To eyes that fain would pierce their veil of fears. 
 In hour whose shadow threw no portent dark 
 
 Across the sunny path which thou didst tread, 
 The sombre boatman near thee moored his bark, 
 
 And bore thy soul untimely to the dead. 
 
 The sun in skies serene no paler grew, 
 
 But mortal cheeks turned ashen when 't was told ; 
 No shudder stirred the leaves, the forest through, 
 
 But hearts were swept with anguish uncontrolled. 
 The fair world bloomed with freshness, as before ; 
 
 No pall was cast athwart the verdant fields ; 
 But grief to gladness now has closed the door, 
 
 And earth awhile no joy or pleasure yields. 
 
88 DROWNED. 
 
 Yet, hark ! There floats upon the stilly air, 
 
 In accents graced by angel minstrelsy, 
 A thought of sadder mourning and despair 
 
 For others, lost in gloomier depths than he. 
 Ah ! weeping ones ! The bitter waves of sin 
 
 Are hopeless as the very lake of hell. 
 Be thankful that the gurgling waters' din 
 
 O'er body only played its funeral knell ! 
 
 On earth the treacherous billows parted wide 
 
 To swallow all the heart most richly prized : 
 Beyond our vision, from the crystal tide 
 
 Emerged a radiant spirit, new-baptized ! 
 No dew of death, no dampness of the stream, 
 
 Clung to his locks, nor drenched his garments white. 
 Safe on that shore he stands, fair as a dream. 
 
 Where dying endeth and there is no night. 
 
MEMORIAL DAY. 
 
 " Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for 
 his friend." — yesics. 
 
 " Dulce et decorum pro patria mori." — Cicero. 
 
 We turn to-day from accustomed cares, 
 
 To sing of the loved and lost, 
 . To mingle our praise, and tears, and prayers, 
 
 O'er a mighty holocaust. 
 From the busy marts of tireless trade, 
 
 From the bustling streets of the town, 
 Our willing feet have with sadness strayed 
 
 Where the dead have laid them down. 
 
 Not when the blighting autumnal frosts 
 
 Dark gloom to our bosoms bring. 
 Do we gather where sleep the gallant hosts ; 
 
 But now, in the gladsome sjDring. 
 Like leaves from the branches torn away, 
 
 They were swept from each fireside ; 
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90 MEMORIAL DAY. 
 
 But in faith they donned grim war's array, 
 And in triumphs of faith they died. 
 
 Then May be the month we dedicate 
 
 To recount all their sacrifice, 
 And with May's bright blossoms we '11 decorate 
 
 The spot where each hero lies. 
 Thrice sweet be their dreamless slumber here. 
 
 And soft be their couches low ! 
 We would cherish them still, and their names revere. 
 
 Though they left us long ago. 
 
 O blue be the sky where their spirits dwell ! 
 
 Green be the sward o'er each breast ! 
 For Justice and Mercy they valiantly fell, — 
 
 They have entered the soldier's rest. 
 May they see from abodes of Eternal Peace, 
 
 Where conflict can ne'er intrude, 
 That their deeds fade not, but e'er increase 
 
 In their country's gratitude. 
 
 The flowers we bring to their resting-place 
 
 Must wither beneath the sun, 
 And the breezes of summer and fall efface 
 
 What to-day we have tenderly done. 
 But not in the rose or the evergreen, 
 
 O, not in the wild-flower's bloom. 
 Our measure of love is completely seen. 
 
 To end with their brief perfume. 
 
MEMORIAL DAY. 9 1 
 
 Perennial grow in our inmost heart, 
 
 Unswept by chill winter's breath, 
 Affection's forget-me-nots, which no art 
 
 Of a cold world weakeneth. 
 They were sown when dear ones went from hence, 
 
 They were watered with bitter tears, 
 And through cloud and in sunshine, constant since. 
 
 They have thrived with the passing years. 
 
 Not they alone who marched side by side 
 
 With the fallen, 'mid cannons' roar, 
 But now are spared, with a comrade's pride 
 
 To bedeck these mounds once more, 
 May claim this beautiful rite to pay 
 
 To the memory of the dead ; 
 For a Nation redeemed, no less than they. 
 
 Has a sacred tear to shed. 
 
 Alas ! were it not that the Boys in Blue, 
 
 With intrepid souls, and brave, 
 Marched forth to death where destruction flew. 
 
 And for Freedom their life-blood gave ; 
 Not now could we boast of Liberty 
 
 And the Equal Rights of Man : 
 Our land would yet bear the infamy 
 
 Of Slavery's monstrous ban. 
 
 Not the Home of the Free could we proclaim 
 Our proud Columbia's shore 
 
92 MEMORIAL DAY. 1 
 
 To all the oppressed of every name, ;| 
 
 Had they faltered in that hour. ] 
 
 But they dared not a shattered land bequeath, { 
 
 Inherited one from the sires, 
 
 And vowed that their swords they would not sheath 
 Till success or the grave were theirs. 
 
 It was fated that some should surrender life 
 
 On the sunny Southern slopes ; 
 But although we wept at the cruel strife, 
 
 We abandoned not our hopes. 
 And so, at last, through the battle's smoke, 
 
 When our homes had been ravaged sore, 
 The welcome beams of the glad sun broke, 
 
 And our country was saved evermore. 
 
 Thanks be unto God ! Though oft we mourn 
 
 And sigh at the vacant chair. 
 We would not have our dead return 
 
 At the cost of a fame so fair. 
 Nor would they come from the realms of shade. 
 
 If the ransom were what they gained ; 
 For on the altar their lives they laid. 
 
 That the Flag might no more be stained. 
 
 There are dead in the South, as well as North, 
 
 And all bow before God's Throne : 
 So, too, may the living abide henceforth 
 
 In heavenly amity one. 
 
MEMORIAL DAY. 93 
 
 Eternally perish provincial hate ! 
 
 Prolong not fraternal broil ! 
 To forgive and forget is divinely great, 
 
 And we have a common soil ! 
 
 May heaven vouchsafe to our favored land 
 
 A union of hand and heart ! 
 May no estrangement again demand 
 
 That the North and South should part ! 
 The Past is sealed ; and the Future time 
 
 Seems freighted with only joy. 
 God grant that never shall Treason's crime 
 
 Sweet Harmony seek to destroy ! 
 
A CENTENNIAL SENTIMENT. 
 
 As the student backward glances through the history of Time, 
 Every page is red and gory with grim Warfare's deeds of crime. 
 Nation none is there recorded free from its disastrous blight, 
 Stifling Love, engendering Passion, prisoning Justice, throning 
 Might. 
 
 Nobly has our dear Republic sought to fraternize and bind. 
 With the cords of Christian friendship and forbearance, all man- 
 kind. 
 Battlefields, by her example, ne'er should drink the hero's blood, 
 But the discords of the nations be adjusted in concord ! 
 
 Proud we are to be her children ; welcome we each natal-day 
 Of the principles she fosters — of her glorious liberty. 
 As the years are swift recurring, loud hosannas we will raise 
 For her deeds with grace resplendent, worthy of immortal praise. 
 
 But when dawns some day united with the memory of Strife, 
 On which brother-man, remorseless, took a fellow-mortal's life — 
 Let us silent be and tearful ; let our prayers to God ascend 
 That the reign of Christ, the Peaceful, soon may come, no more 
 to end ! 
 
FRATERNITY. 
 
 On the bank of a softly-plashing stream 
 
 Lay an army encamped by night ; 
 And many a vision and blissful dream 
 
 To the slumberers brought delight. 
 The vigilant sentries paced to and fro, 
 
 Or statue-like watched at their post, 
 While the stars looked down with a mellow glow 
 
 On the weary, unconscious host. 
 
 But anon there passed o'er the scene a change ; 
 
 For the sentinels cried alarms, 
 And there came through the darkness a cohort strange, 
 
 As they sprang from their sleep to arms. 
 Farewell to the pleasure, all too brief. 
 
 Which the moment before they saw ! 
 It must now give place to the awful grief 
 
 And the deeds and the groans of war. 
 
96 FRATERNITY. 
 
 How the angels wept, as they looked from heaven 
 
 On the savage and painful strife ! 
 How swift-throbbing hearts would erelong be riven 
 
 For the loved ones who yielded life ! 
 How the tears of the stalwart survivors rose, 
 
 When the light of the dawning day 
 Revealed that their comrades, and not their foes. 
 
 They had slain in that cruel fray ! 
 
 Ah, sad mistake of the midnight hour, 
 
 Oft repeated on sea and land ; 
 For Man against Man, with relentless power. 
 
 Still raiseth his blood-stained hand. 
 But there cometh a Morn when hate shall cease, 
 
 In the light of a Father's love. 
 And the brethren of earth shall unite in peace. 
 
 Like the children of God above ! 
 
ODE TO MAJ.-GEN. JOHN STARK/ 
 
 Silent, to-day, is the heart of the warrior ; 
 
 Closed is his eagle eye, low 'neath the sod ; 
 Clasped o'er his gallant breast, bearing no weapon, 
 
 Lie his brave hands, in the peace of his God ! 
 Not in dark aisle of magnificent temple. 
 
 Coffined with monarchs and magnates of earth, 
 Sleeps he the slumber that knoweth no waking, 
 
 Where human flattery tinsels his worth. 
 
 Gently he rests where the breezes do whisper 
 Softly above the green couch where he lies ; 
 
 Here 'mid the hills which his valor defended, 
 Here in the free air, and arched by the skies. 
 
 This was the modest spot where he delighted 
 Often with Nature to meet and commune ; 
 
 1 On the occasion of the re-dedication of his monument, at Manchester, 
 N. H., May 30, 1876. 
 
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98 ODE TO MAJ.-GEN. JOHN STARK. 
 
 This was the place where his loved ones he buried : 
 Here o'er his grave let bright garlands be strewn. 
 
 Honor he craved not, nor high-sounding tributes 
 
 Graved on sarcophagus, chiseled in stone ; 
 Only the welfare of country he heeded, — 
 
 Sought for the good of his people alone. 
 Not in his bosom lodged murderous purport ; 
 
 Peace to wild conflict he ever preferred ; 
 Not in the blood of his kind did he revel, 
 
 Nor by applause was his ambition spurred. 
 
 But, when resounded from mountain to mountain 
 
 Summons to arms in dear Liberty's name. 
 Quickly he sprang from beside the dull ploughshare, — 
 
 Forth to resist the oppressor he came. 
 Dangers he feared not, nor Death did dismay him ; 
 
 Firm as his native hills towered his soul ; 
 Conscious that Justice and Right were his safeguards, 
 
 Over his spirit no faltering stole. 
 
 Stout were the hearts that acknowledged him chieftain ; 
 
 Sturdy the arms that he led to the fray. 
 Naught of base malice incited their prowess ; 
 
 Them did the promptings of proud Freedom sway. 
 Combat is bitter ; yet heaven's glad city 
 
 Rang once with strife and the shock of alarm. 
 
ODE TO MAJ.-GEN. JOHN STARK. 99 
 
 Warfare is sacred, and soldiers are heroes, 
 When against evil is raised the strong arm ! 
 
 Dedicate, then, to the Patriot Leader, 
 
 Column of marble, inscribed with fond lay ; 
 Consecrate here to a nation of Freemen 
 
 Dust of the Citizen-Soldier, for aye ! 
 Thus will be added no glory or lustre 
 
 Unto a fame that has brightened with years ; 
 But to ourselves we shall render a duty. 
 
 And show to the World what New Hampshire reveres. 
 
 True to her instincts of love for the noble. 
 
 Proud shall she point to her act of this hour. 
 Disproving the charge of ingratitude's baseness 
 
 Tow'rd those who for her have braved Death's cruel power. 
 Then long may this monument tell to the reader 
 
 The exploits of Stark, and the pride in his deeds 
 Which the sons of New Hampshire forever shall nurture, 
 
 So long as her streamlets flow free through her meads. 
 
 Better it is that this shaft should be tardy, 
 
 Upreared when its hero had long passed away. 
 
 Than that early his merits had thus been emblazoned. 
 And then his achievements swift sped to decay. 
 
 Better that fame should increase than go backward ; 
 Better that love should wait long to express 
 
lOO ODE TO MAJ.-GEN. JOHN STARK. 
 
 Its deepest regard, than with haste to display it, 
 And soon turn away, some new form to caress ! 
 
 It is not the Man, but the Spirit, we cherish ; 
 
 It is not the Sword, but a Principle grand. 
 Which to-day we commemorate, glad and rejoicing, — 
 
 The Patriot's Love in behalf of his land ! 
 We worship no idol ; no homage we offer 
 
 To shades of the dead, though their works we admire. 
 To God be the glory ! — His arm brought salvation ; 
 
 But to save us He gave us a Stark for our sire ! 
 
DEATH THE WAY OF LIFE. 
 
 Instructed so from earliest childhood's year, — 
 Conviction pressed upon unwilling mind 
 By those whose sway o'er faith was unconfined, 
 I long regarded Death with bodeful fear, 
 And gazed with troubled heart upon the bier. 
 
 Unkind and gloomy only seemed the tomb. 
 Its rest might be relief from pain and woe, 
 But only such as man extinct might know. 
 
 I dared not think the time would surely come 
 
 When I must own it for a final home. 
 
 Each year of life more sad and sombre grew, 
 As Time in hasty course the seasons led, 
 Passing with eager mien and hurried tread, 
 And the dread Phantom daily nearer drew — 
 His spectral face obtruded on my view. 
 
I02 DEATH THE WAY OF LIFE. 
 
 I shuddered oft that, disbelieving God, 
 Our primal parents ventured to partake 
 Of that which carried in its horrid wake 
 
 The visitation of so sore a rod — 
 
 The penalty of dreamless sleep beneath the sod. 
 
 And am I still oppressed and rendered sad 
 By the same cheerless aspect of life's end ? 
 Do dire forebodings all my days attend ? 
 If endless life on earth might now be had 
 For the mere asking, would my soul be glad ? 
 
 Ah, no ! I see beyond the Stream of Death 
 A Saviour waiting to receive His own ; 
 I know that Jordan's tide sweeps near His throne ; 
 I learn true life begins with man's last breath, 
 And hope of heaven I have through this blest faith. 
 
 Not as a judgment for a wilful deed — 
 
 I now perceive is taught me in the Book — 
 Not because mortals God's command forsook, 
 Was death corporeal set on Adam's seed. 
 And a relapse to dust 'gainst all decreed. 
 
 Nay ; but the rather that the sun might beam 
 On ceaseless generations of immortal men, 
 
 
DEATH THE WAY OF LIFE. IO3 
 
 Whose place, when each should fall, might teem again 
 With others still ; and thus a ceaseless stream 
 Of souls reach bliss, whom Christ died to redeem. 
 
 Death is not a reversion of God's plan ; 
 
 Man does not cease on earth because he sinned ; 
 
 The Evil One had so a victory gained. 
 The Grave has ever been th' appointed span 
 'Twixt fleeting and eternal joy, since life began. 
 
TIME. 
 
 Time is not an aged pilgrim, 
 
 Snows of centuries round his brow ; 
 Time is not the Past and Future, 
 
 But the ever-present Now. 
 Time is not an aged pilgrim, 
 
 Wrinkled, bowed, and gray ; 
 Time 's an infant, daily dying. 
 
 New-born, day by day ! 
 
CHRIST'S TEMPTATION. 
 
 Athwart the eastern hills of fair Judea 
 
 The early sun began to pour his light, 
 As two in Salem's Temple mount the stair 
 
 That leadeth to the dizzy, topmost height. 
 Strange contrast is apparent in their mien : 
 
 The one, of gentle step and humble guise ; 
 While he who, walking close beside, is seen, 
 
 Awakes distrust with darkly rolling eyes. 
 
 At length the pinnacle is gained, and far below 
 
 Stretches the fruitful earth on every hand ; 
 Brightly the waters of the Jordan flow, 
 
 And by the morning air their brows are fanned. 
 The streets beneath are silent all, and cold, 
 
 Save when, at intervals, with hurried tread, 
 Some care-worn toiler, urged by need of gold, 
 
 Forestalls the morn to seek his daily bread. 
 
 The two gazed downward first, then far away ; 
 Proudly that one, but reverently this, 
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io6 Christ's temptation. 
 
 As he who lifts his gaze to heaven to pray, 
 His mind absorbed in holy state of bliss. 
 
 '' Art thou the Promised One ? " at length exclaimed 
 He of the darker look, impatient all ; 
 
 " Then know'st thou not that of thee it is famed 
 Whate'er thou do no evil can befall ? 
 
 " ' T is written in that Psalm which of thee sings, 
 
 That if from here thou cast thyself adown. 
 The angels safe shall bear thee on their wings, 
 
 Lest thou shouldst dash thy foot against a stone." 
 "E'en so," arousing from his reverie. 
 
 Responded his companion, with a sigh ; 
 "Those faithful words were writ concerning me 
 
 By Him who sent me in the world — to die! 
 
 " But art thou so familiar with the Word, 
 
 And dost not call to mind that warning grave, 
 * Thou shalt not tempt the Holy God, thy Lord ' .'* 
 
 Why uselessly demand of Him to save?" 
 With downcast look and half-averted face 
 
 The Tempter sought in vain for a reply. 
 And turning quickly from the hated place. 
 
 Vanished in mid-air with a vengeful cry. 
 
THE GOLDEN RULE. 
 
 Under the walls of Zutphen the English army lay, 
 As the crouching panther lurketh to leap upon his prey. 
 Leicester, the lordly chieftain, his heart all steel within, 
 Counted the tardy hours ere victory he should win. 
 Little he recked of groan ings, little he thought of tears ; 
 Only cared he for glory and the plaudits of distant years. 
 Never his deeds should perish from Britain's annals brave, 
 Though his mortal form should moulder to ashes in the grave. 
 
 Under the walls of Zutphen the English army lay: 
 Bitter and yet more bloody the siege grew, day by day. 
 Thickly the fatal missiles flew hissing through the air. 
 Many the gallant warriors who sank in death's despair. 
 Knightlier none waged battle, in all that martial train. 
 Than courtly Sir Philip Sydney, by unkind fortune slain. 
 Rueful the tale of his dying; but not of that we sing; 
 Nobler the act that thrills us than the exploits of a king. 
 
 Wounded he lies, and the fever mounts high along his veins ; 
 Thirsting, he gasps for water, as his gore the greensward stains. 
 
I08 THE GOLDEN RULE. , 
 
 Quickly the sparkling nectar is brought, and to his lips | 
 
 Eager he presses the welcome draught — but not one drop he | 
 
 sips ; [ 
 
 Pity within his bosom has stirred his inmost soul, j 
 
 For a soldier, breathing his last, hath set his glazed eyes on the i 
 
 bowl. I 
 
 "Unto this man I yield it," he said, with words divine, j 
 The which all heard with wonder ; ^Wiis want is more than mine/'^ 
 
 Under the walls of Zutphen the English army lay. 
 
 Till at length the fortress yielded and ended was the fray. 
 
 Unto the mighty Leicester the Netherlanders bowed : 
 
 History records his name above the vulgar crowd. 
 
 But higher than his is Sydney's, with sacred lustre bright, 
 
 Shining from out Oblivion, like the queen-star in the night. 
 
 Hero is he who conquered the city for his prize ; — 
 
 Grander the soul that ruled itself and made deep sacrifice. 
 
TWO MOODS. 
 
 As I strolled beside the ocean, high my bosom heaved with awe, 
 
 To behold its dancing billows leap and swell ; 
 And I gazed with deep emotion on its blue expanse afar. 
 
 While across my soul a sense of grandeur fell. 
 " I would ever look upon thee," cried I fondly to it then ; 
 
 " I would ever hold communion with thv voice ; 
 I would catch thy gentle murmur, so unlike the speech of men. 
 
 Or to hear thy mighty roaring would rejoice ! " 
 
 But I sailed upon the ocean, when the steamer rocked and rolled ; 
 
 All about me pitched the green and turbid main. 
 And within I felt commotion ! Ah, such misery untold, 
 
 That I longed devoutly for the land again. 
 "Oh, a very close acquaintance with thy waves of sickly hue," 
 
 Then I ruefully exclaimed, " gives me the qualms ; 
 Thou art beautiful at times, no doubt, but distance, to my view, 
 
 Lends enchantment to thy false, deceptive charms ! " 
 
MUTATION. 
 
 " Slow move the lead-shod hours," the maiden sighed ; 
 
 "Long must I tarry ere he come to me." 
 " O Time, thou halt and lame ! " the lover cried, 
 
 " Increase thy pace, that I my sweet may see ! " 
 But Time, with voice decrepit, sad replied, 
 
 " Nay, hearts impatient ! nay, it cannot be. 
 My changeless round a Higher Power doth guide ; 
 
 Nor haste, nor moment's pause, permitteth He." 
 
 II. 
 
 "Alas, remorseless Time ! Thy speed abate," 
 
 The father importuned, and dropped a tear ; 
 " One little space turn back thy wheel of fate. 
 
 And spare my child as child another year ! " 
 "O Time," the mother wept, "nor wealth, nor state, 
 
 I ask ; but only leave my infant here — 
 Here on my bosom ! " " Nay, I must not wait," 
 
 Rejoined the spectre. "On, O Charioteer ! " 
 
MUTATION. I I I 
 
 III. 
 
 Beside two graves, where wife and son low sleep, 
 
 The white-locked sire in faith invokes his God 
 " I would not. Father, for my lost ones weep, 
 
 Nor wish that life lay all before, untrod. 
 Time is but servant, and he must needs reap 
 
 And garner up his harvest 'neath the sod ; 
 But death's fair river he can ne'er o'erleap : 
 
 Eternity shall break his iron rod ! " 
 
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