THE GODDESS. FOR THE SANITARY FAIR. "WHO Comes?" The sentry's warning ery A woman, by those graceful folds }; A soldier, by that martial tread : "Advance three paces. Halt! until Thy name and rank be said." "My name? Her name, in ancient song, Look on me! Mortals know me best "Enough! I know that clarion voice; I know that gleaming eye and helm ; Those crimson lips,—and in their dew The best blood of the realm. "The young, the brave, the good and wise, Have fallen in thy curst embrace : The juices of the grapes of wrath "My brother lies in yonder field, Face downward to the quiet grass: Go back! he cannot see thee now; But here thou shalt not pass." A crack upon the evening air, The sentry with his brother lies And by him, in the pale moonshine, No lance or warlike shield it bears: Can this be she of haughty mien, The goddess of the sword and shield? Ah, yes! The Grecian poet's myth Sways still each battle-field. For not alone that rugged war Some grace or charm from beauty gains; But, when the goddess' work is done, The woman's still remains. ADDRESS. OPENING OF THE CALIFORNIA THEATRE, SAN FRAN CISCO, JAN. 19, 1870. BRIEF words, when actions wait, are well: "The world's a stage," the master said. Not in the skill whose signal calls Ah, friends! beneath your real skies Your shifting scenes: the league of sand, The narrow beach of straggling tents, A mile of stately monuments; Your standard, lo! a flag unfurled, Whose clinging folds clasp half the world,— This is your drama, built on facts, With "twenty years between the acts." |