MEMORY GEMS WARREN'S ADDRESS Stand! the ground's your own, my braves! This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare. Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, Before thee lies revealed, Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! - Holmes. FROM THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,- are all with thee! - Longfellow. THE DAFFODILS I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Ten thousand saw I at a glance The waves beside them danced; but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay I gazed and gazed, but little thought For oft, when on my couch I lie, And then my heart with pleasure fills, FROM THE BROOK I come from haunts of coot and hern, And sparkle out among the fern, By thirty hills I hurry down, Till last by Philip's farm I flow I chatter over stony ways, With many a curve, my banks I fret I chatter, chatter, as I flow I wind about, and in and out, And here and there a foamy flake With many a silvery waterbreak And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, CONCORD HYMN By the rude bridge that arched the flood, The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; |