One thought, one word, can set in motion ! The sun was rising o'er the sea, 70 Had hewn and laid them every one, Beautiful they were, in sooth, 90 The heir of his house, and his daughter's hand, When he had built and launched from land What the elder head had planned. 'Thus,' said he,' will we build this ship! A goodly frame, and a goodly fame, For the day that gives her to the sea The Master's word 100 110 And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, Still at rest on the sandy beach, Was the restless, seething, stormy sea! Thus with the rising of the sun Was the noble task begun, And 120 soon throughout the ship-yard's Were heard the intermingled sounds That, ere the shadows of evening fell, 130 140 And when the hot, long day was o'er, His roving fancy, like the wind, That nothing can stay and nothing can bind, The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death, The silent group in the twilight gloom, 170 Day by day the vessel grew, 180 And around it columns of smoke, upwreathing, Rose from the boiling, bubbling, seething Caldron, that glowed, And overflowed 190 210 By a cunning artist carved in wood, Speeding along through the rain and the dark, Like a ghost in its snow-white sark, 220 230 240 Would remind them forevermore Of their native forests they should not see again. 2 I wish to anticipate a criticism on this passage, by stating that sometimes, though not usually, vessels are launched fully sparred and rigged. I have availed myself of the exception as better suited to my purposes than the general rule; but the reader will see that it is neither a blunder nor a poetic license. On this subject a friend in Portland, Maine, writes me thus: In this State, and also, I am told, in New York, ships are sometimes rigged upon the stocks, in order to save time, or to make a show. There was a fine large ship launched last summer at Ellsworth, fully sparred and rigged. Some years ago a ship was launched here, with her rigging, spars, sails, and cargo aboard. She sailed the next day and was never heard of again! I hope this will not be the fate of your poem!' (LONGFEL LOW.) All is finished! and at length Has come the bridal day Of beauty and of strength. To-day the vessel shall be launched! With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched, And o'er the bay, Slowly, in all his splendors dight, The great sun rises to behold the sight. Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Up and down the sands of gold. With ceaseless flow, His beard of snow Heaves with the heaving of his breast. He waits impatient for his bride. There she stands, With her foot upon the sands, Decked with flags and streamers gay, In honor of her marriage day, Kisses his daughter's glowing cheek Down his own the tears begin to run. The shepherd of that wandering flock, Of the sailor's heart, All its pleasures and its griefs, 300 310 270 280 And lift and drift, with terrible force, Outward or homeward bound, are we. Floats and swings the horizon's bound, 320 And climb the crystal wall of the skies, As if we could slide from its outer brink. It is not the sea that sinks and shelves, 380 Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! 390 THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE 1849. SAINT AUGUSTINE! well hast thou said,3 That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame! All common things, each day's events, The low desire, the base design, That makes another's virtues less; The revel of the ruddy wine, And all occasions of excess; The longing for ignoble things; The strife for triumph more than truth; The hardening of the heart, that brings Irreverence for the dreams of youth; All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds, That have their root in thoughts of ill; Whatever hinders or impedes The action of the nobler will; 20 1 These lines, written twelve years before the beginning of the Civil War (and substituted for a weaker ending with which Longfellow was dissatisfied -see the Life, vol. iii, pp. 363, 443-4), seemed word by word to fit the circumstances and feelings of the zation in that great struggle, and during its progress rouse thousands of audiences to passionate enthusiasm. Lincoln's feeling for them typifies that of the whole people. Mr. Noah Brooks in his paper on Lincoln's Inagination (Scribner's Monthly, August, 1879), mentions that he found the President one day attracted by these stanzas, quoted in a political speech. Knowing the whole poem,' he adds, as one of my early exercises in recitation, I began, at his request, with the description of the launch of the ship, and repeated it to the end. As he listened to the last lines, his eyes filled with tears, and his cheeks were wet. He did not speak for some minutes, but finally said, with simplicity: It is a wonderful gift to be able to stir men like that." (Quoted in the Cambridge Edition of Longfellow.) The first public reading of the poem, by Fanny Kemble, is described in Longfellow's Journal, February 12, 1850. Life, vol. ii, p. 172. 2 The Seaside and the Fireside, in which 'The Building of the Ship' holds the first place, is dated 1850; but the book was actually published late in 1849. 3 The words of St. Augustine are, De vitiis nostris scalam nobis facimus, si vitia ipsa calcanius.' Sermon III. De Ascensione. (LONGFELLOW.) |