POEMS OF OCCASION
Intent on these broad pages thou shalt hear
The trumpets' blare, the Argive battle-cry,
And see Achilles hurl his hurtling spear,
And mark the Trojan arrows make reply!
TO W. S.
A dread voice from the mountain cried to me
Even as I woke this daybreak, Thou art old!
But then thy swift song answered dauntlessly,
"'T is Love, not age, that hath thee in his hold."
O minstrel dear, O friend with heart of gold
And hand so leal, and voice of music free,
This day I crest with thanks each billow rolled
To Scotia's shores across our northern Sea!
Kelp Rock, New Castle, N. H.
October 8, 1890.
HYMN OF THE WEST
O Thou, whose glorious orbs on high
Engird the earth with splendor round,
From out thy secret place draw nigh
The courts and temples of this ground;
Eternal Light,
Fill with thy might
These domes that in thy purpose grew,
And lift a nation's heart anew!
Illumine Thou each pathway here,
To show the marvels God hath wrought!
Since first thy people's chief and seer
Looked up with that prophetic thought,
Bade Time unroll
The fateful scroll,
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