HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW,
Thy name, O poet, shall go sounding on
While breaks the wave on shore of Machigonne.*
The sky and ocean whence thy genius stole
The charm which draws the universal soul,
Alone remain the same as on that day
Now lying five and seventy years away.
These type the fate of what thy voice hath sung;
Like sea and sky, the heart is ever young.
Man's joys and griefs a thousand years ago,
Throb still the same as do the waters flow;
The light and dark, as then, divide his sky,
Though earth has seen so many millions die.
Who best meets man, not men, as ages move,
Will be secure of human praise and love;
Who best meets man will share, and only he,
With heaven and ocean, immortality.
• The Indian name of Portland,