'Twas noon, 'twas summer: I beheld Woods darkening in the flush of day, And that bright rivulet spread and swelled, A mighty stream, with creek and bay. And here was love, and there was strife, Now stooped the sun-the shades grew thin; And sunburnt groups were gathering in, From the shorn field, its fruits and sheaves. The river heaved with sullen sounds; Still waned the day; the wind that chased The woods were stripped, the fields were waste; And of the young, and strong, and fair, A lonely remnant, gray and weak, Lingered, and shivered to the air Ah! age is drear, and death is cold! And woke all faint with sudden fear. 'Twas thus I heard the dreamer say, And bade her clear her clouded brow; "For thou and I, since childhood's day, Have walked in such a dream till now. "Watch we in calmness, as they rise, The changes of that rapid dream, And note its lessons, till our eyes Shall open in the morning beam." THE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM. HERE are old trees, tall oaks and gnarled pines, And leaping squirrels, wandering brooks, and winds A fragrance from the cedars, thickly set With pale blue berries. In these peaceful shades- My thoughts go up the long dim path of years, Oh FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream, Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow, Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars; thy massive limbs Are strong with struggling. Power at thee has launched His bolts, and with his lightnings smitten thee; They could not quench the life thou hast from heaven. Merciless power has dug thy dungeon deep, And his swart armorers, by a thousand fires, Have forged thy chain; yet, while he deems thee bound, The links are shivered, and the prison walls As springs the flame above a burning pile, Thy birthright was not given by human hands: And teach the reed to utter simple airs. The grave defiance of thine elder eye, The usurper trembles in his fastnesses. Thou shalt wax stronger with the lapse of years, Feebler, yet subtler. He shall weave his snares, Mayst thou unbrace thy corslet, nor lay by Thy sword; nor yet, O Freedom! close thy lids In slumber; for thine enemy never sleeps, And thou must watch and combat till the day Of the new earth and heaven. But wouldst thou rest These old and friendly solitudes invite |