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YOUNG AMERICA: 
 
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 BY 
 
 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 
 D. APPLETON AN'D COMPANY 
 
 443 & 445 BROADWAY. 
 
 1865. 
 
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 Enteeep, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by 
 
 D, APPLETON & CO., 
 
 In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of 
 New York. 
 
 
 
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TOXHSTG AMEEIOA. 
 
 It is a boy wliom fourteen years have seen, 
 Smiling, with them, on Spring's retm-ning 
 
 green, 
 A bonny boy, with eye-delighting eyes, 
 Sparkling as stars, and blue as summer's skies, 
 
12 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 "With face, like April's bright in smiles or 
 
 tears, 
 His laugh a song — ^his step the forest deer's. 
 With heart as pure and liberal as the air, 
 And voice of sweetest tone, and bright gold hair 
 In thick curls clustering round his even brow. 
 And dimpled cheek — ^how calm he slumbers 
 
 now! 
 
 The sentry stars in heaven's blue above. 
 Sleep their sweet daybreak sleep, their watch 
 
 withdrawn. 
 And lovely as a bride from dream of love. 
 Blushing and blooming, wakes the summer 
 
 dawn ; 
 Winds — woods — and waters of the brook and 
 
 bay 
 
YOUKG AMERICA. 13 
 
 Wake at tlie fanning of the wings of day, 
 And birds and bells, in garden, tree, and tower. 
 Bow to the bidding of the wakening bour. 
 And breatbe, the Hamlet's bappy bomes 
 
 among 
 Mom's fragrant music from tbeir lips of Song. 
 
 "Witbin tbe loveliest of wayside bowers, 
 
 Tbe summer bome of loveliest leaves and 
 
 flowers, 
 Cradled on rose-leaves, curtained round witb 
 
 vines, 
 And canopied by branches of a tree 
 Wbose buds and blossoms cbarm tbe wander- 
 ing bee. 
 In deep and dreaming sleep tbe youth re- 
 clines. 
 
14 YOima AMEEICA. 
 
 Sunbeams, wind-cooled, their fond caressing 
 
 glow, 
 Twine, with leaf-shadows, the green roof be- 
 low, 
 In wedded love-clasp of sweet shade and light, 
 The enwoven harmony of the dark and bright, 
 And blend within, around it, and above. 
 Their balm, their bloom, their beauty, and 
 
 their joy. 
 Their watching — sleepless as the brooding 
 
 dove. 
 Their bounty — ^boundless as the fairy love 
 Of Queen Titania for her Henchman Boy. 
 
YOUNG AMEEIOA. 
 
 15 
 
 n. 
 
 The doors are open in the house of prayer, 
 The morning worshippers are kneeling there 
 In supplicating harmony, beneath 
 The intoning organ's incense-bearing breath, 
 That aids their hymning voices, and around 
 Moves in the might and majesty of sound. 
 The pages of the Holy Book are read. 
 The solemn blessing of the Priest is said. 
 Departing footsteps gently press the floor. 
 And silence seals and guards the consecrated 
 door. 
 
16 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 Along his homeward pathway, lingering slow, 
 His dark weeds tokening a mourner's woe, 
 The Gospel-Teacher comes. The path in- 
 clines 
 His steps beside the cradle bower of vines 
 Where sleeps the boy. A moment's mute sur- 
 prise, 
 And the mazed mourner greets, with grateful 
 
 eyes, 
 The enlivening presence of that cherub face. 
 Delighted in its loveliness to trace 
 The memorial beauty of his own lost boy, 
 A blossomed bud, death-doomed, in its spring- 
 time of joy; 
 And says, in whispers, " Would that I might 
 wake. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 17 
 
 And woo, and win Mm, for liis soul's sweet 
 
 sake, 
 To make my liome his cloister, and entwine 
 All his life's hopes and happiness with mine. 
 And with him win, dear daughter of the sky ! 
 Handmaid of Heaven ! immortal Piety ! 
 Thy yisitings, and joy to see thee bring 
 In sisterly embrace^ wing folding wing, 
 Meek Faith, sweet Hope, and Charity divine, 
 With thee to consecrate that home a shrine 
 Among the holiest where the adorer kneels, 
 Listening the coming of thy chariot wheels. 
 Then the gay sportive dreams, enwreathing 
 
 now 
 Their frolic fancies round the slumberer's 
 
 brow, 
 
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18 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 Should yield to dreams of angels entering in 
 His yonng heart's Eden, unprofaned by sin ; 
 Then should his pleasant couch of leaves and 
 
 flowers 
 Yield willing homage to the bliss of bowers 
 More beautiful than hers, and only given 
 In visions of the scenery of Heaven ; 
 Then should the music now around him heard, 
 The wind-harp's song, the song of bee and 
 
 bird, 
 Yield to thy chorused carollings sublime. 
 And sky-endomed cathedral's chaunt and 
 
 chime. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 19 
 
 And then the longing of his life should be 
 To praise, to love, to worship thine and thee, 
 And when, my pastoral task of duty done, 
 I rest beneath the cold sepulchral stone. 
 Be his the delegated power to grace. 
 In surpKced sanctity, thy Altar place ; 
 To feed thy chosen flock with heavenly food. 
 Be their kind Shepherd, gentle, generous, 
 
 good. 
 And, in the language of the Minstrel's lay, 
 " Lure them to brighter worlds, and lead the 
 
 way." 
 
20 YOUNG AMEEICA. 
 
 Hark ! a bugle's echo comeSj 
 Hark ! a fife is singing, 
 
 Hark ! tlie roll of far-off drums 
 Through the air is ringing ! 
 
 The mourner turns — ^looks — ^listens, and is 
 
 gone, 
 In quiet heedlessness the Boy sleeps on. 
 
YOUNG AMEEICA. 21 
 
 m. 
 
 [N'earer the bugle's eclio comes, 
 
 J^earer the fife is singing, 
 Near and more near the roll of drums 
 
 Thi'ough the air is ringing. 
 
 War ! it is thy music proud, 
 
 "Wakening the brave-hearted, 
 Memories — hopes — a glorious crowd. 
 At its call have started. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 Memories of our sires of old, 
 Who, oppression-driven, 
 
 Hjgli their rainbow flag unrolled 
 To the sun and sky of heaven. 
 
 Memories of the true and brave. 
 Who, at Honor's bidding, 
 
 Stept, their Country's life to save, 
 To war as to their wedding. 
 
 Memories of many a battle plain, 
 Where, their life-blood flowing, 
 
 Made green the grass, and gold the grain, 
 Above their grave-mounds growing. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 23 
 
 Hopes — that the children of their prayers, 
 
 With them in valor vicing, 
 May do as noble deeds as theirs, 
 
 In living and in dying. 
 
 And make, for children yet to come. 
 The land of their bequeathing 
 
 The imperial and the peerless home 
 Of happiest beings breathing. 
 
 For this the warrior-path we tread. 
 
 The battle-path of duty. 
 And change, for field and forest bed. 
 
 Our bowers of love and beauty. 
 
24 YOUNG AMEKICA. 
 
 Music ! bid thy minstrels play 
 1^0 tunes of grief or sorrow, 
 
 Let them cheer the living brave to-day, 
 They may wail the dead to-morrow. 
 
 Such were the words, unvoiced by lip or 
 
 tongue, 
 The thought-en woven themes, the mental song 
 Of One, high placed, beside the slumberer's 
 
 bower. 
 In the stern, silent chieftainship of power. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 25 
 
 A War-king, seated on liis saddle throne, 
 A listener to no counsels but his own, 
 The soldier leader of a soldier band, 
 Whose prescient skill, quick eje, and brief 
 
 command, 
 Have won for him, on many a field of fame, 
 The immortality of a victor's name. 
 His troops, in thousands, now are marching 
 
 by, 
 
 Heart-homage seen in each saluting eye. 
 And sword, and lance, and banner, bowing 
 
 down 
 In tributary grace, before his bright renown. 
 And on, and on, as rank on rank appears, 
 Come, fast and loud, the thrice-repeated cheers 
 From voices of brave men whose life-long cry 
 
ab YOUNG AMEEICA. 
 
 Has been witli him to live, for him to die. 
 Their plumes and pennons dancing in the 
 
 breeze, 
 With leaves and flowers of overarching trees. 
 Timing their steps to tunes of flute and fife, 
 And trump and drum, the joy of soldier life. 
 While o'er them wave, proud banner of the 
 
 free ! 
 Thy sky-born stars and glorious colors three. 
 All beauteous in each interwoven hue 
 Of summer's rainbow, spanning earth and sea, 
 The rose's red and white, the violet's heavenly 
 
 blue. 
 Emblems of valor, purity and truth. 
 Long may they charm the air in ever-smiling 
 
 youth. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 27 
 
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 And now tlie rearmost files are liurrying by, 
 Closing the gorgeous scene of pomp and par 
 
 geantry; 
 And far, far off, on wings of distance borne, 
 Speed the faint echoes of the trump and horn, 
 Plaintively breathing partings and farewells, 
 Solemn and sad as tones of tocsin bells. 
 But triumphed o'er by voices that prolong 
 The wild war music of the manlier song, 
 That bids the soldier's heart beat quick and 
 
 gay, 
 
 The song of " O'er the hills and far away." 
 
28 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 And now, beside tlie slnmberer's concli of 
 
 leaves. 
 His parting web of tbougbt tbe warrior cbief- 
 
 tain weaves. 
 
 How sweetly tbe Boy in tbe beauty is sleep- 
 ing 
 Of Life's snnny morning of hope and of 
 youtb. 
 May bis guardian angels, tbeir watcb o'er him 
 keeping, 
 Keep bis evening and noon in tbe pathways 
 of truth. 
 
YOUNG A]^IEKICA. 29 
 
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 All me! what delight it would give me to 
 wake him, 
 And lead him wherever my life banners 
 wave, 
 O'er the pathways of glory and honor to take 
 him, 
 And teach him the lore of the bold and the 
 brave ; 
 
 And when the war-clouds and their fierce 
 storm of water. 
 O'er the land that we love their outpourings 
 shall cease. 
 
30 Yomra America. 
 
 Bid him bear to lier Ark, from her last field 
 of slaugliter, 
 Upon Victory's wings, the green olive of 
 Peace ; 
 
 And when the death-note of my bugle has 
 sounded. 
 And memorial tears are embalming my 
 name, 
 By young hearts like his may the grave be 
 surrounded 
 Where I sleep my last sleep in the sun- 
 beams of fame. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 31 
 
 Summoned to duty by his charger's neighs, 
 The only summons that his pride obeys, 
 He bows his farewell blessing, and is gone. 
 In quiet heedlessness the Boy sleeps on. 
 
32 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 lY. 
 
 MeiTily bounds tlie morning bark 
 
 Along tlie summer sea, 
 Merrily mounts the morning lark 
 
 The topmost twig on tree, 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 33 
 
 Merrily smiles the morning rose 
 
 The morning smi to see, 
 And merrily, merrily greets the rose 
 The honey-seeking bee. 
 But merrier, merrier far are these, 
 Who bring, on the wings of the morning 
 breeze, 
 A music sweeter than her own, 
 A happy group of loves and graces, 
 Graceful forms and lovely faces, 
 
 All in gay delight outflown ; 
 Outflown from their school-room cages, 
 School-room rules, and school-room pages. 
 Lovely in their teens and tresses. 
 Summer smiles, and summer dresses, 
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34 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 Joyous in their dance and song, 
 With sweet sisterly caresses, 
 Arm in arm they speed along ; 
 " (Now pursuing, now retreating, 
 Now in circling troops they meet, 
 To brisk notes in cadence beating, 
 Glance their many twinkling feet. 
 Slow melting strains their Queen's approach 
 declare. 
 Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay, 
 With arms sublime, that float upon the air,)" 
 
 She comes — the gentle Lady of my Lay, 
 Well pleased that, for her welcome to prepare, 
 I borrow music from the Muse of Gray. 
 
YOUNG AMEEICA. 35 
 
 His heroine was tlie lovely Paphian Queen, 
 Mine seems tlie Huntress of the Sylvan scene, 
 The chaste Diana, with her ISTymphs, in gay 
 And graceful beauty keeping holiday. 
 Sudden she pauses in the race of joy, 
 Around the Cradle Bower where sleeps the 
 
 Boy, 
 And, with a sunny smile of gladness, sees 
 His golden ringlets, on the dancing breeze, 
 Shading his eyelids — and, with quick delight. 
 Bids her wild nymphs to wing their merry 
 
 flight 
 Home to their morning nests, and leave her 
 
 care 
 To watch the slumberer in his rose-leafed 
 
 chair. 
 
36 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 He, in Ms beauty, to her fancy seems 
 To be the young Endymion of her dreams 
 Of yester evening, when, alone and still, 
 Waiting the coming of the whip-poor-will, 
 Our climate's nightingale, her garden bird, 
 From lips unseen, unknown, this whispered 
 song she heard : 
 
 " The summer winds are wandering here. 
 In mountain freshness, pure and free, 
 
 And all that to the eye are dear 
 In rock and torrent, flower and tree, 
 
YOUNG AMEEICA. 37 
 
 Upon the gazing stranger come, 
 Till, in his starlight dreams at even, 
 
 It seems another Eden-home, 
 Beared by the word — ^the breath of Heaven. 
 
 To-morrow — and the stranger's gone, 
 
 And other scenes, as bright as this, 
 May win it from his bosom soon, 
 
 And dim its wild-wood loveliness. 
 But ever round this spot his heart 
 
 Will be — while Memory's leaves are green, 
 The fairy scene may be forgot, 
 
 But not the Fairy of the scene. 
 
38 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 The song she sang, the lip that breathed it, 
 
 The cheek of rose, the speaking eye. 
 The brow of snow, the hair that wreathed it. 
 
 In their young life and purity, 
 "Will dwell within his heart among 
 
 His holiest, longest cherished things, 
 Themes worthy of a worthier song. 
 
 Dear Lady of the mountain springs." 
 
YOUNG AMEKICA. 39 
 
 And who is slie — lite Fairy of tlie scene ? 
 A bright-eyedj beautiful maiden of eighteen, 
 Lovely and learned, and well "skilled to 
 
 rule," 
 The Lady-Mentor of a village school, 
 " Teaching young Girls' ideas how to shoot ;" 
 A tree of knowledge, rich in flowers and fruit, 
 A model heroine in mien and mind. 
 An " Admirable Crichton " crinolined. 
 And author of a charming Book that sings 
 Delightfully concerning wedding rings, 
 Tracing the progress of the lightning dart 
 Between the bridal finger and the heart, 
 And proving the arithmetic untrue 
 Which teaches us that one and one make two, 
 
40 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 Whereas the marriage ring is worn to prove 
 That two are one — ^the Algebra of Love, 
 
 Such is the Lady of my song, and now 
 She gazes on her young Endymion's brow, 
 And, fancying — ^by a sudden thought be- 
 guiled. 
 Herself a mother bending o'er her child, 
 Unconsciously imprints upon his eyes 
 A kiss — ^brimfuU of all the charities, 
 Sacredly secret, eloquently mute, 
 Yet " musical as is Apollo's lute," 
 Of power to lure a swan from off the lake. 
 Or wooing blue-bird from an April tree, 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 41 
 
 TJpsprings the Boy, exclaiming, I'm awake ! 
 And shakes his golden locks in frolic glee. 
 
 One look — and, like an arrow from the string. 
 Away the maiden went, on laughing wing, 
 Graciously leaving, ere she homeward flew, 
 On the green turf impearled with drops of 
 
 dew. 
 Farewell impressions of the prettiest foot 
 That ever graced and charmed a Gaiter Boot. 
 2* 
 
YOUKG AMERICA. 
 
 V. 
 
 The awakened Boy, not fond of early rising, 
 Eesumed his pillow, thus soliloquizing : 
 
 " That Lady's pleasant smile and ruby lip 
 Might hope to win my heart's companionship, 
 But for the memory of that mom which 
 
 proved 
 That he is happiest who has never loved. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 43 
 
 That mom, when I, within a Lady's bower. 
 Offered my heart, hand, and a handsome 
 
 dower 
 To ONE who, to my great and sad surprise. 
 Told me, with mischief in her laughing eyes, 
 That she was not at all inclined to marry, 
 
 And added, in a most provoking tone. 
 That Young America had better ' tarry 
 
 At Jericho until his beard was grown,' 
 And like his Eagle, wear upon his wings 
 Feathers — ^before he proffered wedding rings ; 
 That purpling grapes looked lovely on their 
 
 vines. 
 But she preferred them perfected in wines. 
 That on my cheek the down was fair to see, 
 But she admired the Ml-hlown fa^oris, 
 
44 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 And rather liked in men a modest pride 
 Of moustaclie — if artistically dyed." 
 
 She then, dismissing me in queenly state, 
 Locked of her Eden the unfeeling gate. 
 And I — a victim to Love's cruel dart. 
 Went — to the Opera — with a broken heart ! 
 
 Along thy peopled solitude — Broadway ! 
 I walked, a desolate man ; day after day. 
 With downcast eyes and melancholy brow. 
 
 Until a lady's letter asked me why 
 I passed her ladyship without a bow ; 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 45 
 
 To which I sent the following reply. 
 My earliest-born attempt at poetry : 
 
 " The heart hath sorrows of its own, 
 
 And griefs it veils from all. 
 And tears, close-hidden from the world. 
 
 In solitude will fall. 
 And when its thoughts of agony 
 
 Upon the bosom lie. 
 Even Beauty in her loveliness 
 
 May pass unheeded by. 
 
46 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 " 'Tis only on tlie tappy 
 
 That she never looks in vain, 
 To them her smiles are rainbow hopes, 
 
 ISfew-born of summer rain. 
 And their glad hearts will worship her, 
 
 As one whose home is heaven ; 
 A being of a brighter world, 
 
 To earth a season given. 
 
 " That time with me has been and gone, 
 And life's best music now 
 Is but the winter's wind that bends 
 The leafless forest bough. 
 
YOUNG AMEEICA. 47 
 
 And I would shun, if that could be. 
 The light of young blue eyes, 
 
 They bring back hours I would forget, 
 And painful memories. 
 
 " Yet, lady, though too few and brief, 
 
 There are bright moments still. 
 When I can free my prisoned thoughts, 
 
 And wing them where I will. 
 And then thy smiles come o'er my heart 
 
 Like sunbeams o'er the sea. 
 And I can bow as once I bowed 
 
 When all was well with me." 
 
4:8 YOUNG AMERICA. 
 
 And now farewell to Ehjme I and welcome 
 
 Keason ! 
 'Tis past — my early manhood's pleasant sea- 
 son; 
 If morning dreams, that visit our closed eyes. 
 Changed, when we wake to Life's realities, 
 I might become a Soldier of renown. 
 Or wear a Preacher's or a Teacher's gown ; 
 For all three in my dreams since rose the sun. 
 Have sought to make me their adopted one, 
 Destined to run the race that each has run ; 
 But my Ambition's leaves no more are green. 
 In one brief month my age will be Fifteeit. 
 I've seen the world, and by the world been 
 seen. 
 
YOUNG AMERICA. 4:9 
 
 And now am speeding fast upon the way 
 To the calm, quiet evening of m j day ; 
 There but remains one promise to fulfil, 
 I bow myself obedient to its will. 
 And am prepared to settle down in life 
 By wooing — winning — wedding A Kich Wife. 
 
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