Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; Oh, better that her shattered hulk OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. New World and Old Glory Indians Alas! for them, their day is o'er, Their fires are out on hill and shore; No more for them the wild deer bounds, The pale man's axe rings through their woods, New Their pleasant springs are dry; World and Old Glory Their children,-look, by power opprest, Their children go to die. CHARLES SPRAGUE. Crossing the Plains * What great yoked brutes with briskets low; With round, brown, liquid, pleading eyes, Two sullen bullocks led the line, Their great eyes shining bright like wine; That had in time held herds at bay, And even now they crushed the sod And stately stepped and stately trod, From "The Complete Poetical Works of Joaquin Miller" (copyrighted). The Whitaker-Ray Company, San Francisco. By permission of the publishers, As if 't were something still to be Kings even in captivity. JOAQUIN MIller. Concord Hymn Sung at the completion of the Battle Monument, By the rude bridge that arched the flood, The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On the green bank, by this soft stream, Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, RALPH WALDO EMERSON. New World and Old Glory New World snd Old Glory Ode Sung in the Town Hall, Concord, July 4, 1857. O tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire; One morn is in the mighty heaven, The cannon booms from town to town, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, For He that flung the broad blue fold The men are ripe of Saxon kind United States! the ages plead, Present and Past in under-song,- For sea and land don't understand, See rights for which the one hand fights Be just at home; then write your scroll Of honor o'er the sea, And bid the broad Atlantic roll, A ferry of the free. And henceforth there shall be no chain, Save underneath the sea The wires shall murmur through the main The conscious stars accord above, The waters wild below, And under, through the cable wove, For He that worketh high and wise, Will take the sun out of the skies, Ere freedom out of man. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. New World and Old Glory Stanzas on Freedom Is true Freedom but to break |