LIBRARY OF CONGRESS DDD0fiS731Efl O " , ^* '^^ '^ <% ^^^. Vf (^°. -^^' / • '•'■* ^-..j-r^y-. '^-^^ ^\a' .^^^ > %.*^ c'^^-. T'^^i^ • ^^^ i^^ .5 <^^ '< -^^0^ r ^Ao^ "V^^?^*\/ ^^'W.-'^o' "V^^^'\^^ Copyright, 1903, BY C. A. M. Tabek. THE FLEET. THE VOYAGE OF COLUMBUS. By C. a. M. TABER. BOSTON : PRESS OF DAVID CLAPP & SON 1903. "iHt LlERAKY OF CONGRESS. Two Copies Recoivec OCT 9 1903 Copyright Entiy Iht/kr ^^ f . n /\A ^.»„a--u*- »• r"" """^ ' Which sunk all hope for empire, ease, or gain. The north was drear and poor and cruel cold : The wild Atlantic from the far west rolled Its fearful waves, forever driving off All who should venture to explore its waste. Thus commerce centred on the inland sea. Begirt by mountain lands where gods were throned. Who ruled the elements for good or harm. As told in legends of the olden times. The learning of the world was there content To build its temples, pyramids, and towns. And sail in its small way the inland seas. Thus mind was bound. All efforts to explore Had failed to find a more inviting land Or pleasant sea where man could safely sail. So all beyond remained a dire expanse, Excitinsf fear and dread of being: lost. 11 But, while thus cruising near the old confines, Man's strong imagination passed the bounds. In sighting distant islands called the Blessed, The fancied Eden of creation's morn. Which formed celestial visions for his thought, And proved his longing for a larger world. The risky Northman, venturous to sail. Had passed the limits of the Iceland seas And found a vine-clad land far in the west. The northern seas, ice-bound and dreadful cold. Repelled the seamen of a milder clime. The Northman, with the seal and northern whale, And bear and walrus, warmer regions shunned. His hardy nature chose the Iceland shores : 'Mid frozen mountain steeps he made his home. And let his grand discoveries be lost. E^z &tuiim at Columliug for Ijfs Fogage. So years rolled on without a change of bounds ; Bnt in the humdrum of this ancient life 12 A man appeared, whose mind had strength to range And sum the navigation of the world. From olden ports this man Columbus sailed, To follow, it would seem, the common routes Of former sailors ; thus to be content. As thousands were before him all their lives, — Content to be a copy, and no more, Like many now who drag the wake of time For everything they furnish for their minds, To hinder all good progress of mankind, While science points toward a wiser course. But, while Columbus cruised old inland seas, His strong ambition longed for wider space. His eager mind was stored with legends old. Of ancient Eden somewhere on the earth. His thoughts conceived new routes to Cathay's shores, While perseverance led him on to search For something more than yet the world had found. For this he sought the ocean's wider scope. The great Atlantic, with its larger waves. Then seemed to him to promise all he craved. On its rough main he found a fitting sphere To learn how far its navigators ranged While seeking rumored isles beyond the sea. The more he learned, more strong conviction grew That other lands lay in the distant west. This he would prove ; but strong Atlantic waves And western gales his ardent hopes assailed. He knew it would be vain to try to beat Far into that rough sea with man's distrust And fearful ignorance. The world was blind : No other mind could see where he could see. 13 So none had faith to search the rugged main. Thus pondered he upon the lands beyond, That seemed so hopelessly beyond his reach. But when to southern seas his course was laid, To far Canary or more southern isles, He found soft eastern winds so constant blew They cheered his heart ; for with them he could sail His western course where fancied islands lay. And western gales which swept the northern seas Would waft him back safe to his eastern home, With wealth and tidings of new western shores, Which he so longed to show to eastern minds. The tall Azores, with clouded mountain peaks, So far out on the ocean's mystic space. With high Madeira, and Canaries grand, To him were lofty props which raised the screen That bound the fears and ignorance of men. And raised his hopes of further western lands. Columbus made his home on these far isles, To learn yet more of wild Atlantic waves. He studied well all things adrift at sea Which had escaped the sea-worm's gnawing tooth. Which worked so constant, all unknown to man, And thus destroyed the driftwood ever launched From distant lands, through all the ancient years, Which fain would strew the Old World's western coast And hint to thought of places where they grew. Columbus spied what nature would conceal : And when he saw great reeds of tropic growth That worms and barnacles could not destroy Come drifting from the distant western seas. He felt he knew the course that he should steer 14 To find the tropic lands where such reeds grew. So wormy driftwood and gigantic reeds Were in his eager search a valued prize More precious than the coral or the pearl. He also studied stars and tides and gales ; And, while the distance sunk tall ships and lands, He saw the constant curve of ocean's field. And, when the earth's round shadow darkly hid The full orbed moon, he saw a truth revealed. His prying genius weighed the land and sea With reason's scale, to prove what he surmised. He cruised afar to Northmen's rugged isles With an inquiring mind and daring heart. And learned the story of their western land. His reason saw it was no idle tale. But seemed a space wide open to the west. Where his keen eyes could pierce the mystic veil And see a land no other mind could see. This strengthened hope with firmer confidence ; And so, 'mid trades and zephyrs, oft he planned His route to western lands and safe return. For this he drew his charts and shaped his mind ; For this through anxious years he constant strove. 15 The mandate of our Teacher unto man, To go o'er all the world God's truth to tell, Columbus thought was one of Heaven's laws, Which mingled with his hopes of power and fame, And gave him heart to ponder ocean's space. And wander o'er the lands for weary years. Soliciting the help of prince and lord ; But they lacked faith, and saw no chance for gain. ^tjfeentxtres in|ic]^ befel tijc Jamous Fogager. At length his story came to worthy ears, — A q\ieen, who ruled to spread the Christian cause. For this her heart was brave to do her part. Thus, in the world's most famous enterprise. 16 Brave woman's love of duty took the risk Man's cold and cautious judgment would not take. And so Columbus gained his long-sought fleet, Three little vessels to sail o'er the sea, — An unknown sea, a fearful ocean waste, Which all the world had shunned in ages past. His fleet was manned by crews fraught with distrust, For they knew little of his studied plans. They left the port of Palos faint at heart. With fervent blessings for their souls and voyage. The western winds blew heavy on their sails. And western waves their vessels roughly beat, To thus drive back, as storms had ever done. All who had sought far westward to explore. But waves had genius now to meet their strength, Which knew the breadth of these dire dashing seas ; And so the fleet sailed bravely on its course To southern clime, where counter-winds prevailed, Until the fair Canary Isles were seen So grandly rising 'gainst the southern sky, Above the ocean where the east winds blow. The main peak in their centre, Teneriffe, Appeared above the misty, floating clouds, — A fearful mountain, belching fire and smoke. 17 Which scared the homesick crews, and then gave cheer To know in fact the land had not all sunk Below the world of waves, inspiring hope While safe they anchored to refit their ships And gain a resting on their daring voyage. And then God help them ! They again set sail, To plunge their vessels into unknown seas. The east winds, first reluctant, at length pushed Them bravely on ; but, when the tall isles sank Below the outlines of the lonely waves. Their spirits also sank, and fears appalled. The last safe link was broken in their minds. The dear old world their fathers ranged so long, They left behind, to toss on unknown seas. Day after day the east winds blew them on. While ocean's waves ran constantly behind ; And, when they overtook, with bowing heads They placed their strong, broad shoulders underneath The heavy transoms of the tardy fleet. And pushed them onward, seeming to rejoice To have the novel fleet sail o'er their seas, So long a lonely, threat'ning unknown waste. Thus sailed the searchers on their western course, — The course of sun, moon, stars, clouds, winds and waves. With hope they saw the star of empire gleam. So potent since to shape man's western way ; While watched Columbus from the high-pooped deck. With astrolabe or sounding-line in hand. Observing everything in sea and sky, And noting down the changes they revealed. The little petrel followed in their wake, Devoid of fear, encouraging their minds, 18 While gay Meduca, with their tiny sails, Moved with the voyagers before the breeze ; And as the ships sailed watchfully along, The flying fish flew thick before their path, And dolphins leaped to seize their fleeting prey. At times huge whales with surging length rushed out, While loud their spoutings roared to startled ears. Swift porpoises oft played around the ships ; And then the gulf weeds, twined in golden wreaths. The strange sea strewed, and gave faint hearts new hope. But they at length seemed false, yet played their part, Alluring eager souls still further on. Then they began to yield to fear and doubt, Yet thought the weedy sea must have a shore. The charted limits of the sea was passed Where former navigators thought they saw Strange islands in the cloudy distance loom. So they sailed on, a creW of frighted souls, Not knowing what to do, between their fears, — A growing dread of being lost at sea Or fearing to rebel against their chief. But when their compass varied from the stars, Another terror adding to their voyage, 19 They felt rebellious. Nothing could be worse Than sailing onward to a certain death. Thus they were all at fault ; all signs had failed. The anxious sailors, with their watchful eyes, Day after day had seen vast islands rise And hide the setting sun, high mountain lands With misty steeps, and well-drawn shores and capes. To fade away in darkness ere the morn. Each hope had fled ; so life seemed now their all. E'en full success would not belong to them, But to their chief ; for they seemed only tools In hands of wilfiil pride to build a name. Yet busy winds and waves still pushed them on, While their great captain's heart was sorely tried. He could not yield the hopes of anxious years. His sum of manhood, and his patron's faith, His years of restless striving for that voyage ; For he then felt himself, in that grand strife Of yearning hope, a blind world's groping hand Then reaching forth, to feel and prove its form. Could he, the chief of that far-searching voyage, Surrender all to grumbling coward fools ? No, never while the winds and waves were fair ! So strongly he opposed the rebel crew With dauntless will, the mutiny was stayed. The fear of death was not so great a force ;0 As was Columbus in that trying hour. Yet, while he steered his constant western course, He told his well-laid plans, — how to the north The western winds would surely blow them home. 21 When full success should seek their certain aid. The Captain in his search then shaped his way More to the south to find the tropic lands Where grew the giant reeds he saw adrift While cruising near Madeira's sea-washed strand. And then the gulls, true harbingers of land, Gave them a new departure from their fears ; Then came the land-birds from the hidden shore. To cheer them on ; a reed and bush were passed. Sure indications of the sought-for land. And so they sailed with brave expectant hearts, And, when their shining sunset path grew dim. They furled their sails and sang their evening hymn With more than common fervency and faith. Columbus makes P?i0 @reat Bfgcobrro. Then in the middle watch their captain saw A gleam of light flare in the midnight dark ; Then came perfumes of flowers borne on the breeze, With certain warning of the longed-for land. And, when the sun arose, a pleasant isle, Adorned with groves and flowers and coral sands. Was spread before their eyes. Then there was joy ! 22 Their chief, whom they reviled while in their doubt, Then seemed to them as heavenly inspired. What must have been his feelings at that time, Well knowing he had done a famous thing! A fitting recompense for striving years Of hope, so long delayed by doubting men. Then, eager to explore this new-found isle, The boats were manned to gain the gentle beach, Where all the waves sang peaceful songs of praise. And seemed to beckon while they neared the land, Where soon amid the'gladsome scenery, So sweet with fragrance from the blooming shore. The sailors landed, giving thanks to God ; While dusky natives of that pleasant clime With pure simplicity, from Nature's wilds, With awe and wonder saw the strangers come. Regarding them as beings from the sun. The grand and glorious heaven -of their souls, Which saw all good derived from its bright source. Yet little comprehending, when they saw Possession taken in a formal way, The fatal blow to Nature's simple life. The mariners, so full of new-found joys. Sailed in their eagerness from isle to isle, 23 And often anchored by inviting shores'' To seek the pleasures sunny isles afford. The beauty of the tropic seas and lands Increased their admiration every day, While larger islands with their cloud strewed bights Enhanced still further their new joys and pride, Until amid the tides and coral roofs The largest vessel of the fleet was wrecked. So, when the anxious crews had to depend On two small ships to finish their brave voyage, They felt the time had come for their return, With specimens and gold from their New World. 24 They sailed for home with glad yet anxious hearts, Detained at first by doldrums on their course. Columbus shaped his long-planned northern route, And gained the western winds and rugged seas As he first saw them dashing years befcjre, To hinder ships from sailing further west. But his bright genius puts them to good use. Their fearful, rugged strength fast hove him on With awful force towards his eastern home. They seemed possessed with vengeful rage to strike The home-bound fleet, which had outwit their strength, And found the distant lands they'd hid so long. Both ships and crews, then weak and weather-worn, 25 Could barely stand the pressure of the gale Which culminated in a dreadful storm, The most momentous that e'er swept the sea, Dire threatening the clew to their new world. The brave crews looked defiantly at death, And would not yield to the destroying waves. Their hearts were strong : their grand discovery Nerved them to utmost human strength and skill. Still, in distress, they called upon their saints. And made their solemn vows of pilgrimage To holy shrines, should they be spared to land. Columbus, ever brave and practical. Threw out his messages upon the deep, In hopes the waves that threatened him with death Might toss them onward to the eastern world. But Fate declared that enterprise should win. The sea smoothed down and then the lookout saw The tall Azores rise high above the waves Their crater-hollowed steeps, huge nature's bowls, — No more the outposts of a pent-up world, — But guiding lands, from which the searching crews Could steer a certain course to Spanish shores. (!Ef)e Va^^Qt ComplElcti anli its ©ranti ISesults. And, when the ships arrived as their home port. The sailors felt a joyfulness as great As on the morning when they first beheld The New World's isles appear above the sea. For they were welcomed home with all the pomp That Spanish pride and royalty could show ; And, when excitement dulled, it gave them cheer To live again amid familiar scenes. 2(3 And there enjoy the home and friends they loved, And be the heroes of a famous voyage Which moved the spirit of ambitious men To man their ships and cross the western sea. And, when they found the New World rich in gold, The best intentions of their minck were lost, While gold and silver was the wealth they craved. And in the wicked strife for power and pelf The civilizing of the land was stayed And aspirations checked for higher life On this most favored ground of all the earth. But in good time a wiser course prevailed. While Christian teachers strove to spread their cause And planted missions on the vast New World, The cooler nations, seeing their good work. Sent worthy men to settle western shores, Who sought to rule and worship their own way And gain a livelihood by honest toil. This proved a grand success : the fearful wilds Were cleared of harmful beasts and savage men ; The wilderness was changed to fertile fields, And homes of comfort spread out o'er the land. The source of thriving cities, which show forth The civilized advancement of our age, So fraught with learning, wealth, and enterprise. And thus the Old World mingles with the New, And the uniting ever stronger-grows, While blood and thought are blending into one. So great Columbus came to gather up The knowledge of the seamen of his time. To work in unison with Nature's laws And lead men forth in noble enterprise, 27 To pass the fearful bounds by Nature laid, And raise the veil which ignorance had drawn, And show the land his searching genius saw, — Yea, showing more than his great mind could sight ; For through his means a continent was gained. And Christian teachers, sent to new found lands Extending wide, enlightened thought and skill, So goodness may prevail and rule supreme ! Columbus sailed from Palos, August 3, 1492. Sailed from Canary Islands, September 6, 1492. Saw Gulf weeds, September 16. On September 21, weeds plentiful, Columbus discovered Bahama Islands, October 12, 1492. Discovered Cuba, October 28, 1492. Sailed on return voyage, January 16, 1493. Arrived at Azores, February 18, 1493. Anchored off Lisbon, March 4, 1493. Arrived at Palos, March 15, 1493. Ube IWortb Htlantic Trrat)e*1imin&. I come from the East, where wide deserts lie, Impairing a part of creation. I drift the hot sands 'neath African sky, With drought parching all vegetation. But soon this is changed. On leaving the land, My strength with the ocean is married, To work out the laws which Nature has planned. So rain to the New World is carried. While onward I sweep from hot desert glare, To ruffle Atlantic's wide ocean. The vapors I raise soon fill all the air, While water and clouds are in motion. Beneath the damp air, a thousand miles wide. The waves follow with me in billions ; The sea is made warm with my heat as I glide, My breath wafting moisture to millions. 29 Fair India's tall lands claim part of my freight While making my long western travel ; The waves as they roll keep pace with my gait, Thus raising the great ocean's level. The currents I cause to run off the seas, Which in the wide gulf I am heaping. Are" warming far lands the Arctic would freeze, — Warmth gained from my tropic sea sweeping. The vapors that rise from Pacific's main Grow scanty while crossing the mountains. So, when they arrive o'er the great western plain. They fail to supply streams and fountains. Thus through my support the rain clouds are rife. And scatter broadcaet their rich treasure, And fill the wide land with vigorous life And supply all its wants with full measure. While Mexico's slopes are drenched with my rains, Far northward my vapors are spreading ; For each southern breeze takes all that remains. O'er wide northern states water shedding. To keep off my clouds, no tall mountains rear, — Far west are those sky-piercing stations : So wide o'er the land my rain-storms can steer, — A blessing to all generations. The great western lakes, a continent's pride. Are filled by the clouds of my making : They sound forth my praise at Niagara's tide, Whose roar sets the ground fairly shaking. 30 For thousands of years this work I had done, Yet man was no better nor wiser, Until Colon thought a world could be won. Long wished I for such a surmiser. The great sailor took my track for his course. How long I had sighed for the rover ! I worked with a will his vessel to force To the lands he so longed to discover. My waves bore him on so fast that his crew Were wrong in the distance of sailing. His heart kept its cheer, so steady I blew, My force through all dangers prevailing. I drove him to land, — a land good to see, The land of my whole consummation ; So that the New World may give thanks to me For aiding its civilization ; For no other land on the face of the earth Is Nature such forces employing. Where freedom of man receives a new birth. All rights and all comforts enjoying. Now view the wide field this new country shows. Long drained by the earth's longest river : All o'er its broad slopes my action bestows The wealth of the great and good Giver. Where under the sun has labor such yield, On land of such grand irrigation, Designed, thank the Lord ! for freedom to wield. The fairest and best in creation ! Weeds floating free Far out to sea, Your garlands wave in every quarter To grace the ocean's waste of water. Each billow heaves Your slender leaves With golden berries on the azure, — To lonely voyagers' eyes a treasure. No other plant Has dared to haunt The central waves of the Atlantic, Where ocean monsters roam, gigantic. Brave golden weed, In time of need You strewed the sailor's path to glory So we are told in ancient story. When all signs failed, Columbus hailed You as his hope and only cheerer. In strength'ning faith that land drew nearer. 32 No plant on land Should twine the band To crown the sailor's daring spirit, While you of all this right inherit. Long may you ride The rugged tide, And cheer the middle space of ocean. While strong winds set the waves in motion. My life is broadcast as the waves That moves upon the ocean's space ; My greedy maw forever craves For all the driftwood on its face. Where are the great trees that float down A thousand streams from forest hills ? They surely do not rot or drown, Nor yet their drift the ocean fills. Where are the thousand yearly wrecks The elements have cast away, And driven life from off their decks, — Where are they all, the wreckers say .-• The slender gulf weeds floating free, For whose destruction none combine, Now strew the ocean's central sea, Preserved by the Atlantic brine. The salts of ocean would preserve Its driftwood for a hundred years, Did not my tooth so constant serve To clear the track the brave ship steers. 34 Though I may gnaw the good ship's keel, Let no man curse my auger tooth Or seek my doings to repeal While I am working good, forsooth. Through me alone the wide seas' foam Is free from wrecks and floating wood : I bore them like a honeycomb, And thus keep clear the sailor's road. Strong winds the Gulf Stream waters move From New World shores with all their drift Still, Europe's beaches ever prove How little through my gnawings sift. Thus through long years, from land to land, Strong currents swept the ocean's field ; Yet naught could float far from the strand : Thus I the New World Ions: concealed. But when Columbus made his home Out on Atlantic isles afar, He saw amid the waves and foam My work on drifting tree and spar. So through my busy working jaws, The fate of nations has been changed ; So curious are Nature's laws Throughout their wide, exhaustless range. 35 For ages Nature's forces lurk, While toiling for a useful end, So slow is man to note the work On which his fates so much depend. 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