(Such trees Paul Potter never dreamed nor drew), 255 Through this dry mist their checkering shadows send, Striped, here and there, with many a long-drawn thread, Where streamed through leafy chinks the trem bling red, Past which, in one bright trail, the hangbird's flashes blend. Yes, dearer far thy dust than all that e'er, Beneath the awarded crown of victory, 260 Gilded the blown Olympic charioteer ; Though lightly prized the ribboned parchments three, Yet collegisse juvat, I am glad That here what colleging was mine I had, — 265 It linked another tie, dear native town, with thee! Nearer art thou than simply native earth, For in thy bounds I reverently laid away 270 264. Collegisse juvat. Horace in his first ode says, Curriculo pulverem Olympicum Collegisse juvat; that is, It's a pleasure to have collected the dust of Olympus on your carriage-wheels. Mr. Lowell, helping himself to the words, says, "It's a pleasure te have been at college;" for college in its first meaning is a collection of men, as in the phrase "The college of cardinals." That portion of my life more choice to ine (Though brief, yet in itself so round and whole) 271 Than all the imperfect residue can be; The Artist saw his statue of the soul Was perfect; so, with one regretful stroke, The earthen model into fragments broke, And without her the impoverished seasons roll. HEBE I SAW the twinkle of white feet, As, in bare fields, the searching bees Those Graces were that seemed grim Fates; On musical hinges swung before me. i saw the brimmed bowl in her grasp Thrilling with godhood; like a lover 280 10 I sprang the proffered life to clasp ;- 275. The volume containing this poem was reverently dedi cated "To the ever fresh and happy memory of our little Blanche." The Earth has drunk the vintage up; Whose treacherous crystal is but Winter's? 20 O spendthrift haste! await the Gods; Woo, Coy Hebe flies from those that THE OAK her; WHAT gnarlèd stretch, what depth of shade, is his! There needs no crown to mark the forest's king; How in his leaves outshines full summer's bliss! Sun, storm, rain, dew, to him their tribute bring, How towers he, too, amid the billowed snows, 25 5 10 Jewelled with sleet, like some cathedral front Where clinging snow-flakes with quaint art repair 15 The dints and furrows of time's envious brunt. How doth his patient strength the rude March wind To swell his revenues with proud increase! So, from oft converse with life's wintry gales, The inspiring earth; how otherwise avails The leaf-creating sap that sunward shoots? Should fill old scars up on the stormward side, So, from the pinched soil of a churlish fate, True hearts compel the sap of sturdier growth, So between earth and heaven stand simply great, That these shall seem but their attendants both; For nature's forces with obedient zeal Wait on the rooted faith and oaken will; As quickly the pretender's cheat they feel, 20 25 30 35 And turn mad Pucks to flout and mock him still. 4C Lord! all Thy works are lessons; each contains 40. See Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Make me the least of thy Dodona-grove, Cause me some message of thy truth to bring, Speak but a word through me, nor let thy love Among my boughs disdain to perch and sing. THE HARVARD COMMEMORATION 45 "THE Commemoration services (July 21, 1865) took place in the open air, in the presence of a great assembly Prominent among the speakers were Major-General Meade the hero of Gettysburg, and Major-General Devens. The wounds of the war were still fresh and bleeding, and the interest of the occasion was deep and thrilling. The summer afternoon was drawing to its close when the poet began the recital of the ode. No living audience could for the first time follow with intelligent appreciation the delivery. of such a poem. To be sure, it had its obvious strong points and its sonorous charms; but, like all the later poems of the author, it is full of condensed thought and requires study. The reader to-day finds many passages whose force and beauty escaped him during the recital, yet the effect of the poem at the time was overpowering. The face of the poet, always singularly expressive, was on this occasion almost transfigured, — glowing, as if with an inward light. It was impossible to look away from it. Our age has furnished many great historic scenes, but this Commemoration combined the elements of grandeur and pathos, and produced an impression as lasting as life. Of the merits of the ode it is perhaps too soon to speak. In nobility of sentiment and sustained power it appears to take rank among the first in the language. To us, with the memories of the war in mind, it seems more beautiful and of a finer quality than the best of Dryden's. What the people of the coming centuries will say, who knows? We only know that the auditors, 45. A grove of oaks at Dodona, in ancient Greece, was the seat of a famous oracle. |