Old Age Echoes
Old Age Echoes(Posthumous Additions)
TO SOAR IN FREEDOM AND IN FULLNESS OF POWER
I HAVE not so much emulated the birds that musically sing,
I have abandon'd myself to flights, broad
The hawk, the seagull, have far more possess'd me than the
canary or mocking-bird,
I have not
felt to warble and trill, however sweetly,
I have felt to soar in freedom and in the fullness of power,
THEN SHALL PERCEIVE
IN softness, languor, bloom, and growth,
Thine eyes, ears, all thy sense thy loftiest attribute
takes cognizance of beauty,
Shall rouse and fill then shall perceive!
THE FEW DROPS KNOWN
OF heroes, history, grand events, premises, myths, poems,
The few drops known must stand for oceans
On this beautiful and thick peopl'd earth, here and there a
little specimen put on record,
little of Greeks and Romans, a few Hebrew canticles, a few
death odors as from graves, from Egypt
are they to the long and copious retrospect of anti quity?
ONE THOUGHT EVER AT THE FORE
ONE thought ever at the fore
That in the Divine Ship, the World, breasting Time and
of the globe together sail, sail the same voyage,
are bound to the same destination.
WHILE BEHIND ALL FIRM AND ERECT
WHILE behind all, firm and erect as ever,
Undismay'd amid the rapids amid the irresistible
Stands a helmsman, with brow elate and strong hand.
A KISS TO THE BRIDE
Marriage of Nelly Grant, May 21, 1874
SACRED, blithesome, undenied,
With benisons from East and West,
And salutations North and South,
me indeed to-day a million hearts and hands,
Wafting a million loves, a million soulfelt prayers;
and true remain the arm that shields thee!
Fair winds always fill the ship's sails that sail thee!
by day, and light stars at night, beam on thee!
Dear girl through me the ancient privilege too,
New World, through me, the old, old wedding greeting,
O youth and health! O sweet Missouri rose! O
Yield thy red cheeks, thy lips, to-day,
Unto a Nation's loving kiss.
NAY, TELL ME NOT TO-DAY THE PUBLISH'D SHAME
Winter of 1873, Congress in Session
NAY, tell me not to-day the publish'd shame,
Read not to-day the journal's crowded page,
reports still branding forehead after forehead,
The guilty column following guilty column.
To-day to me the tale refusing,
Turning from it from the white capitol turning,
Far from these swelling
domes, topt with statues,
More endless, jubilant, vital visions rise
Through all your quiet ways, or North or South, you Equal
States, you honest farms,
Your million untold
manly healthy lives, or East or West,
city or country,
Your noiseless mothers, sisters, wives, unconscious