And when the hot, long day was o'er, His roving fancy, like the wind, That nothing can stay and nothing can bind, O'er the coral reefs of Madagascar, The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death, That divides and yet unites mankind! From the bowl of his pipe would awhile illume Day by day the vessel grew, With timbers fashioned strong and true, The heavy hammers and mallets plied, Loomed aloft the shadowy hulk! And around it columns of smoke, upwreathing, Rose from the boiling, bubbling, seething And overflowed With the black tar, heated for the sheathing. Of clattering hammers, He who listened heard now and then "Build me straight, O worthy Master, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!" With oaken brace and copper band, That, like a thought, should have control And near it the anchor, whose giant hand Would reach down and grapple with the land, Hold the great ship against the bellowing blast! By a cunning artist carved in wood, Or Naiad rising from the water, But modeled from the Master's daughter! On many a dreary and misty night, "Twill be seen by the rays of the signal light, By a path none other knows aright! Behold, at last, Each tall and tapering mast Is swung into its place; Shrouds and stays Holding it firm and fast! Long ago, In the deer-haunted forests of Maine, Lay the snow, Would remind them forevermore Of their native forests they should not see again. And everywhere The slender, graceful spars Poise aloft in the air, And at the mast head, White, blue, and red, A flag unrolls the stripes and stars. Ah! when the wanderer, lonely, friendless, In foreign harbors shall behold That flag unrolled, 'Twill be as a friendly hand Stretched out from his native land, Filling his heart with memories sweet and endless! All is finished! and at length Has come the bridal day Of beauty and of strength. To-day the vessel shall be launched! With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched, Slowly, in all his splendors dight, The great sun rises to behold the sight. He waits impatient for his bride. With her foot upon the sands, Decked with flags and streamers gay, Her snow-white signals fluttering, blending, The joyous bridegroom bows his head. Down his own the tears begin to run. The shepherd of that wandering flock, Of the sailor's heart, All its pleasures and its griefs, All its shallows and rocky reefs, All those secret currents, that flow With such resistless undertow, And lift and drift, with terrible force, The will from its moorings and its course. Therefore he spake, and thus said he : "Like unto ships far off at sea, Outward or homeward bound, are we. Before, behind, and all around, Floats and swings the horizon's bound, And climb the crystal wall of the skies, As if we could slide from its outer brink. It is not the sea that sinks and shelves, That rock and rise With endless and uneasy motion, Now sinking into the depths of ocean. To the toil and the task we have to do, Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, She starts, she moves, · she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, She leaps into the ocean's arms! |