Of one fair bough, inseparably wrought Learn that high natures over Time prevail, III I. Beneath our consecrated elm Famed vaguely for that old fight in the Whose red surge sought, but could not The life foredoomed to wield our rough- From colleges, where now the gown see The new-come chiefs and wonder which No need to question long; close-lipped and tall, Long trained in murder-brooding forests lone To bridle others' clamors and his own, Firmly erect, he towered above them all, The incarnate discipline that was to free With iron curb that armed democracy. 2. A motley rout was that which came to stare, In raiment tanned by years of sun and Of every shape that was not uniform, In half-tamed hamlets ambushed round with woods, Ready to settle Freewill by a vote, Upon the bridle, patient to command, Prized, as all prize, the justice pure from fear, And learned to honor first, then love him, then revere. Such power there is in clear-eyed selfrestraint And purpose clean as light from every selfish taint. How many subtlest influences unite, Whose charm can none define, Nor any, though he flee it, can escape! Mountain and river, forest, prairie, sea, Old at our birth, new as the springing A strength behind us making us feel bold In right, or, as may chance, in wrong; Whose force by figures may be summed and told, So many soldiers, ships, and dollars strong, And we but drops that bear compulsory part In the dumb throb of a mechanic heart; But Country is a shape of each man's mind Sacred from definition, unconfined An inward vision, yet an outward birth Of wings within our embryo being's shell 3. You, who hold dear this self-conceived ideal, Whose faith and works alone can make it real, Bring all your fairest gifts to deck her shrine Who lifts our lives away from Thine and Mine And feeds the lamp of manhood more di vine With fragrant oils of quenchless constancy. Part of what nobler seed shall in our loins abide. 4. No bond of men as common pride so strong, In names time-filtered for the lips of song, Still operant, with the primal Forces bound Whose currents, on their spiritual round, Transfuse our mortal will nor are gainsaid: Soldier and statesman, rarest unison; Held by his awe in hollow-eyed content; Modest, yet firm as Nature's self; unblamed Save by the men his nobler temper shamed; Never seduced through show of present good By other than unsetting lights to steer New-trimmed in Heaven, nor than his steadfast mood More steadfast, far from rashness as from fear; Rigid, but with himself first, grasping still In swerveless poise the wave-beat helm of will; Not honored then or now because he wooed The popular voice, but that he still withstood; Broad-minded, higher-souled, there is but one Who was all this and ours, and all men's, - WASHINGTON. Minds strong by fits, irregularly great, That flash and darken like revolving lights, Catch more the vulgar eye unschooled to wait On the long curve of patient days and nights Rounding a whole life to the circle fair So simple in its grandeur, coldly bare Still as we look, and by experience learn That energetic passion of repose. Wind-wavered corpse-lights, daughters of the fen, The more we feel the high stern-featured beauty Of plain devotedness to duty, Steadfast and still, nor paid with mortal praise, But finding amplest recompense In work done squarely and unwasted days. 2. Placid completeness, life without a fall From faith or highest aims, truth's breachless wall, Surely if any fame can bear the touch, His will say "Here!" at the last trumpet's call, The unexpressive man whose life expressed so much. VII I. Never to see a nation born Nebulous at first but hardening to a star, Looms not like those that borrow height of Through mutual share of sunburst and of haze: It was a world of statelier movement then Than this we fret in, he a denizen Of that ideal Rome that made a man for men. VI I. The longer on this earth we live Or fitful gifts, at best, of now and then, gloom, The common faith that made us what we are. 2. That lifted blade transformed our jangling clans, Till then provincial, to Americans, the date When this New World awoke to man's estate, mind, Weighing between too early and too late The waste of war, the ignominy of peace; Piling its thunder - heads and muttering "Cease!" Yet drew not back his hand, but gravely chose The seeming-desperate task whence our A noble choice and of immortal seed! That shall decide if his inheritance Or with the unmotived herd that only sleep and feed. Choice seems a thing indifferent; thus or so, What matters it? The Fates with mocking face Look on inexorable, nor seem to know Where the lot lurks that gives life's fore most place. Yet Duty's leaden casket holds it still, And but two ways are offered to our will, Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace, The problem still for us and all of human Strong to the end, above complaint or boast: The popular tempest on his rock-mailed coast Wasted its wind-borne spray, His soul sate still in its unstormed abode. VIII Virginia gave us this imperial man Of those high-statured ages old ran; She gave us this unblemished gentleman: What shall we give her back but love and praise As in the dear old unestrangëd days Shines as before with no abatement dim. golden ring. All of him that was subject to the hours As here the united North Poured her embrowned manhood forth The long-breathed valor and undaunted will, Which, like his own, the day's disaster done, Could, safe in manhood, suffer and be still. Both thine and ours the victory hardly |