The tumultuous escort-the ranks of policemen preceding, clearing the way; The unpent enthusiasm-the wild cheers of the crowd for their favourites; The artillery-the silent cannons, bright as gold, drawn along, rumble lightly over the stones; Silent cannons-soon to cease your silence, Soon, unlimbered, to begin the red business! All the mutter of preparation-all the determined arming; The hospital service-the lint, bandages, and medicines; The women volunteering for nurses-the work begun for, in earnest-no mere parade now; War! an armed race is advancing!-the welcome for battle-no turning away ; War! be it weeks, months, or years-an armed race is advancing to welcome it. 4. Mannahatta a-march !—and it's O to sing it well! It's O for a manly life in the camp! And the sturdy artillery! 5. The guns, bright as gold-the work for giants-to serve well the guns: Unlimber them! no more, as the past forty years, for salutes for courtesies merely; Put in something else now besides powder and wadding. 6. And you, Lady of Ships! you Mannahatta! Old matron of the city! this proud, friendly, turbulent city! Often in peace and wealth you were pensive, or covertly frowned amid all your children; But now you smile with joy, exulting old Mannahatta ! Α 1861. RMED year! year of the struggle ! No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year! Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas piano; But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying a rifle on your shoulder, With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands— with a knife in the belt at your side, As I heard you shouting loud—your sonorous voice ringing across the continent; Your masculine voice, O year, as rising amid the great cities, Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you, as one of the workmen, the dwellers in Manhattan ; Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois and Indiana, Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and descending the Alleghanies; Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river; Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on the mountain top, Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs, clothed in blue, bearing weapons, robust year; Heard your determined voice, launched forth again and again; Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipped cannon, I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year. THE UPRISING. I. RISE, O days, from your fathomless-deeps, till you loftier and fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devoured what the earth gave me; Long I roamed the woods of the north—long I watched Niagara pouring; I travelled the prairies over, and slept on their breast—I crossed the Nevadas, I crossed the plateaus; I ascended the towering rocks along the Pacific, I sailed out to sea; I sailed through the storm, I was refreshed by the storm; I heard the wind piping, I saw the black clouds; Saw from below what arose and mounted, (O superb! O wild as my heart, and powerful!) Heard the continuous thunder, as it bellowed after the lightning; Noted the slender and jagged threads of lightning, as sudden and fast amid the din they chased each other across the sky; —These, and such as these, I, elate, saw—saw with wonder, yet pensive and masterful; All the menacing might of the globe uprisen around me; Yet there with my soul I fed—I fed content, supercilious. 2. 'Twas well, O soul! 'twas a good preparation you gave me! Now we advance our latent and ampler hunger to fill; Now we go forth to receive what the earth and the sea never gave us; Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the mightier cities; Something for us is pouring now, more than Niagara pouring; Torrents of men, (sources and rills of the Northwest, are indeed inexhaustible?) you What, to pavements and homesteads here—what were those storms of the mountains and sea? What, to passions I witness around me to-day, was the sea risen? Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds ? |