ΧΙ NEW WORLD AND OLD GLORY Dear Land of All My Love* LONG as thine art shall love true love, Long as thy science truth shall know, Long as thine eagle harms no dove, Long as thy law by law shall grow, Long as thy God is God above, Thy brother every man below, So long, dear land of all my love, Thy name shall shine, thy fame shall glow. 66 SIDNEY LANIER. From The Centennial Ode" (1876). Columbus + Behind him lay the gray Azores, Before him only shoreless seas. *From "Poems of Sidney Lanier," copyright 1891, and published by Charles Scribner's Sons. +From "The Complete Poetical Works of Joaquin Miller” (copyrighted). By permission of the publishers, The WhitakerRay Company, San Francisco. New The good mate said: "Now must we pray, World and Old Glory For, lo! the very stars are gone. 66 Why, say: 'Sail on, sail on! and on!'" "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak.” Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. 66 Why, you shall say, at break of day: They sailed and sailed as winds might blow, 66 Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget the way, For God from these dread seas is gone. They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night; He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite: Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word; The words leapt as a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck 99 And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck A light! a light! a light! a light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its greatest lesson: "On! sail on!" JOAQUIN MIller. New World and Old Glory Pocahontas Wearied arm and broken sword Through the wilderness resounds, Now they heap the funeral pyre, Ah! 'tis hard to die by fire! Who will shield the captive knight? New World and Old Glory Round the stake with fiendish cry Who will shield the fearless heart? Dauntlessly aside she flings Lifted axe and thirsty knife, In the woods of Powhattan, Still 'tis told by Indian fires How a daughter of their sires Saved a captive Englishman. WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY. Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers On a stern and rock-bound coast, When a band of exiles moored their bark Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, In silence and in fear: They shook the depths of the desert's gloom Amidst the storm they sang; And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the Anthem of the Free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared,This was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: New World and Old Glory |