Cut down trees in the forest, Call the people together, And here in a pine state-house Lo, now! if these poor men And make just laws below the sun, As planets faithful be. And ye shall succor men; 'Tis nobleness to serve; Help them who cannot help again: I break your bonds and masterships, And I unchain the slave: Free be his heart and hand henceforth As wind and wandering wave. I cause from every creature As much as he is and doeth, But, laying hands on another Today unbind the captive, Pay ransom to the owner, And fill the bag to the brim. O North! give him beauty for rags, And honor, O South! for his shame; Up! and the dusky race Be swift their feet as antelopes, And as behemoth strong. Come, East and West and North, And carry my purpose forth, My will fulfilled shall be, SHERMAN1 RICHARD WATSON GILDER Richard Watson Gilder (1844-1909) was among the finest literary workmen of the past generation. His unusual lyrical power and an excellent choice of dignified poetic themes made possible a finely wrought body of verse, much of it highly patriotic in spirit. For twenty-eight years he served as editor of the Century Magazine. GLORY and honor and fame and everlasting laudation For our captains who loved not war, but fought for the life of the nation; Who knew that, in all the land, one slave meant strife, not peace; Who fought for freedom, not glory; made war, that war might cease. 1 From The Complete Poetical Works of Richard Watson Gilder. Used by permission of Rodman Gilder and by special arrangement with Houghton Mifflin Company. Glory and honor and fame; the beating of muffled drums; The wailing funeral dirge, as the flag-wrapt coffin comes; Fame and honor and glory, and joy for a noble soul; For a full and splendid life, and laureled rest at the goal. Glory and honor and fame; the pomp that a soldier prizes; The league-long waving line as the marching falls and rises; Rumbling of caissons and guns; the clatter of horses' feet, 'And a million awe-struck faces far down the waiting street. But better than martial woe, and the pageant of civic sorrow; Better than praise of today, or the statue we build tomorrow; Better than honor or glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men. THE SWORD OF ROBERT LEE1 ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN Abram Joseph Ryan (1839-1886), or Father Ryan, as he is now generally termed, was a Virginian. He served as a chaplain in the Confederate Army and in his writings presents the side of the South. In this poem he does honor to the man who stands first among Southerners brought into prominence by the Civil War. FORTH from its scabbard, pure and bright, Far in front of the deadly fight, High o'er the brave in the cause of Right, Out of its scabbard, where, full long, Roused from its rest by the battle's song, Forth from its scabbard, high in air, And they who saw it gleaming there, That where the sword led they would dare 1 From Father Ryan's Poems. P. J. Kenedy & Sons. Used by permission. |