The clouds are rich and dark, the air serene, So like the soul of me, what if 't were me? 215 A melancholy better than all mirth. Comes the sweet sadness at the retrospect, And, that no day of life may lack romance, Daily the bending skies solicit man, 230 The rainbow hours bedeck his glowing chair, With a vermilion pencil mark the day Two of our mates returning with swift oars. 235 One held a printed journal waving high Caught from a late-arriving traveller, Big with great news, and shouted the report 240 And landed on our coast, and pulsating With ductile fire. Loud, exulting cries 239. It will be remembered that it was in August, 1858, when the first Atlantic Cable was laid and the first message transmitted, proving the feasibility of the connection, though the table was imperfect, and a second one became necessary. Greet the glad miracle. Thought's new-found path Shall supplement henceforth all trodden ways, 245 Match God's equator with a zone of art, And lift man's public action to a height Worthy the enormous cloud of witnesses, When linked hemispheres attest his deed. We have few moments in the longest life 250 Of such delight and wonder as there grew, Nor yet unsuited to that solitude: A burst of joy, as if we told the fact To ears intelligent; as if gray rock And cedar grove and cliff and lake should know 255 This feat of wit, this triumph of mankind; As if we men were talking in a vein Of sympathy so large, that ours was theirs, 260 Bend nearer, faint day-moon! Yon thundertops, Let them hear well! 't is theirs as much as ours. A spasm throbbing through the pedestals 265 To be a brain, or serve the brain of man. The lightning has run masterless too long; He must to school, and learn his verb and noun, And teach his nimbleness to earn his wage, Spelling with guided tongue man's messages 0 Shot through the weltering pit of the salt sea. And yet I marked, even in the manly joy Of our great-hearted Doctor in his boat, (Perchance I erred,) a shade of discontent; Or was it for mankind a generous shame, |