Its features human with familiar light, A man, beyond the historian's art to kill, 3. 60 Sure the dumb earth hath memory, for naught 65 So charmed, with undeluded eye we see Bright clews of continuity, Learn that high natures over Time prevail, 70 That binds all ages past with all that are to be. III. 1. Beneath our consecrated elm A century ago he stood, Famed vaguely for that old fight in the wood Whose red surge sought, but could not overwhelm 75 The life foredoomed to wield our rough-hewn helm : From colleges, where now the gown 73. Referring to Braddock's defeat, when Washington wrote to his brother: "By the all-powerful dispensations of Providence I have been protected beyond all human probability or expectation; for I had four bullets through my coat, and two horses shot under me, yet I escaped unhurt, although death was levelling my companions on every side of me." 76. Study in Cambridge was suspended, the buildings used as barracks, and the students sent to Concord. To arms had yielded, from the town, Our rude self-summoned levies flocked to see The new-come chiefs and wonder which was he. 80 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 85 With iron curb that armed democracy. 2. A motley rout was that which came to stare, And stiff in fight, but serious drill's despair, But largely liberal to its private moods; 86. The letters of Washington and of other generals in the early part of the Revolutionary war, bear repeated witness to the undisciplined character of the troops. "I found a mixed multi tude of people here," writes Washington, July 27th, "under very little discipline, order, or government." 105 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 self-restraint 3. Musing beneath the legendary tree, 110 The years between furl off: I seem to see The sun-flecks, shaken the stirred foliage through, And weave prophetic aureoles round the head 115 O man of silent mood, A stranger among strangers then, How art thou since renowned the Great, the Good, Familiar as the day in all the homes of men! The winged years, that winnow praise and blame, 120 Blow many names out: they but fan to flame The self-renewing splendors of thy fame. IV. 1. How many subtlest influences unite, 125 To body forth that image of the brain 112. The American colors in the Revolution were buff and blue. Fox wore them in Parliament, as did Burke also on occaBion. There is discussion as to the origin of the colors, for which see Stanhope's Miscellanies, First Series, pp. 116-122, and Proc. Mass. Hist. Soc. Jan. 1859, pp. 149-154. We call our Country, visionary shape, Loved more than woman, fuller of fire than wine, Nor any, though he flee it, can escape! 2. Nations are long results, by ruder ways 145 Gathering the might that warrants length of days: They may be pieced of half-reluctant shares Welded by hammer-strokes of broad-brained kings, 50 At best they are computable things, 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, 155 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 By the cramped walls where daily drudgeries grind; 160 An inward vision, yet an outward birth Of sweet familiar heaven and earth; A brooding Presence that stirs motions blind 165 To make us eagle-natured, fit to dare 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 170 Who lifts our lives away from Thine and Mine And feeds the lamp of manhood more divine With fragrant oils of quenchless constancy. When all have done their utmost, surely he Hath given the best who gives a character 175 Erect and constant, which nor any shock Of loosened elements, nor the forceful sea Of flowing or of ebbing fates, can stir From its deep bases in the living rock Of ancient manhood's sweet security: 180 And this he gave, serenely far from pride As baseness, boon with prosperous stars allied, 4. No bond of men as common pride so strong, In names time-filtered for the lips of song, 85 Still operant, with the primal Forces bound, Whose currents, on their spiritual round, Transfuse our mortal will nor are gainsaid: |