A Poet's daughter? Could I claim Your blood would glow Proudly to sing that gentlest name A Poet's daughter-dearer word Fit theme for song of bee and bird From morn till even, And wind-harp by the breathing stirred Of star-lit heaven. My spirit's wings are weak, the fire Poetic comes but to expire, Her name needs not my humble lyre To bid it live; She hath already from her sire All bard can give. CONNECTICUT. FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM. "The woods in which we had dwelt pleasantly rustled their green leaves in the song, and our streams were there with the sound of all their waters." MONTROSE. I. still her gray rocks tower above the sea That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave; 'Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree, Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave; Where thoughts, and tongues, and hands are bold and free, And friends will find a welcome, foes a grave; And where none kneel, save when to heaven they pray, Nor even then, unless in their own way. II. Theirs is a pure republic, wild, yet strong, A "fierce democracie," where all are true To what themselves have voted-right or wrong— And to their laws denominated blue; (If red, they might to Draco's code belong ;) A vestal state, which power could not subdue, Nor promise win-like her own eagle's nest, Sacred-the San Marino of the West. III. A justice of the peace, for the time being, In price or creed, dismiss him without fear; They have a natural talent for foreseeing And knowing all things; and should Park appear From his long tour in Africa, to show The Niger's source, they'd meet him with—we know. IV. They love their land, because it is their own, A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none. Such are they nurtured, such they live and die : All-but a few apostates, who are meddling With merchandise, pounds, shillings, pence, and peddling; V. Or wandering through the southern countries, teaching The A B C from Webster's spelling-book; Gallant and godly, making love and preaching, And gaining by what they call "hook and crook,” And what the moralists call over-reaching, A decent living. The Virginians look Upon them with as favorable eyes VI. But these are but their outcasts. View them near At home, where all their worth and pride is placed; And there their hospitable fires burn clear, And there the lowliest farmhouse hearth is graced With manly hearts, in piety sincere, Faithful in love, in honor stern and chaste, In friendship warm and true, in danger brave, VII. And minds have there been nurtured, whose control Is felt even in their nation's destiny; Men who swayed senates with a statesman's soul, Names that adorn and dignify the scroll, Whose leaves contain their country's history, And tales of love and war-listen to one Of the Green-Mountaineer-the Stark of Bennington. |