MANUAL OF AMERICAN LITERATUR And dance and song and generous dower In the sweet safety of the shore, Is faint for lack of bread. In chill roof chambers, bleak and bare, Shall feel the dews of gladness start Fill the rich ears that shade the mould Strew silently the fruitful seed, As softly o'er the tilth ye tread, The mystic loaf that crowns the board, In memory of the bitter death His followers are met, And thoughtful eyes with tears are wet, As of the Holy One they think, The glory of whose rising, yet Makes bright the grave's mysterious brin MANUAL OF AMERICAN LITERATURE, THE SNOW-SHOWER. STAND here by my side and turn, I pray, See how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that misty veil Rush prone from the sky like summer hail Dissolved in the dark and silent lake. Here delicate snow-stars, out of the cloud, All drowned in the dark and silent lake. And some, as on tender wings they glide Come clinging along their unsteady way; Soon sinks in the dark and silent lake. Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste See, from a thousand coverts-see, Spring the armed foes that haunt her track; They rush to smite her down, and we Must beat the banded traitors back. Ho! sturdy as the oaks ye cleave, Your woodcraft for the field of fight. His serried ranks shall reel before The arm that lays the panther low. And ye, who breast the mountain storm A bulwark that no foe can break. And ye, whose homes are by her grand Come from the depth of her green land, Have swelled them over bank and bourne, With sudden floods to drown the plains And sweep along the woods uptorn. And ye, who throng, beside the deep, On his long murmuring marge of sand, Few, few were they whose swords of old Won the fair land in which we dwell; |