THREE MEMORIAL POEMS Coscienza fusca O della propria o dell' altrui vergogna If I let fall a word of bitter mirth1 When public shames more shameful pardon won, In no polluted course from sire to son; As honor would, nor lightly to dethrone With growing knowledge and more chaste than snow. 41 Tones more brave than trumpet's breath; Younger heart with wit full grown? IV Whiter than moonshine upon snow Her raiment is, but round the hem 51 60 Crimson stained; and, as to and fro 71 Where the Swiss lion fleshed his icy paw; Where now our broad-browed poet sleeps Who did great things, unconscious they were great. They dreamed not what a die was cast With that first answering shot; what then? There was their duty; they were men Schooled the soul's inward gospel to obey, Though leading to the lion's den. They felt the habit-hallowed world give way Beneath their lives, and on went they, When Buttrick gave the word, 120 That awful idol of the unchallenged Past, Strong in their love, and in their lineage With men whom dust of faction cannot blind To the slow tracings of the Eternal Mind; With men by culture trained and fortified, Who bitter duty to sweet lusts prefer, Fearless to counsel and obey. Conscience my sceptre is, and law my sword, Not to be drawn in passion or in play, 190 But terrible to punish and deter; Implacable as God's word, Like it, a shepherd's crook to them that blindly err. Your firm-pulsed sires, my martyrs and my saints, Offshoots of that one stock whose patient Verses, leap forth in the sun, Who will mingle her life with our dust And makes us deserve to be free! 1875. POEM UNDER THE OLD ELM1 220 230 240 250 1875. THE READ AT CAMBRIDGE ON HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF WASHINGTON'S TAKING COMMAND OF THE AMERICAN ARMY, 3D JULY, 1775 I I WORDS pass as wind, but where great deeds were done A power abides transfused from sire to son: 1 I think the Old Elm' the best of the three [memorial poems], mainly because it was composed after my college duties were over, though even in that I was distracted by the intervention of the Commencement dinner. (LOWELL, letter of January 14, 1877.) We, too, here in my birthplace, having found out that something happened here a hundred years ago, must have our centennial; and, since my friend and townsman Dr. Holmes could n't be had, I felt bound to do the poetry for the day. We have still standing the elm under which Washington took command of the American (till then provincial) army, and under which also Whitefield had preached some thirty years before. I took advantage of the occasion to hold out a hand of kindly reconciliation to Virginia. I could do it with the profounder feeling, that no family lost more than mineby the Civil War. Three nephews (the hope of our race). were killed in one or other of the Virginia battles, and three cousins on other of those bloody fields. (LOWELL, letter of July 6, 1875. Quoted by permission of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.) See also the letters of October 16, 1875, and February 22, 1877. |