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At once a new thought's king and prisoner,
Sets its hard face against their fateful thought,
Thus ever seems it when my soul can hear
from the sea Glowing at Hero's lattice !
One day more These muttering shoalbrains leave the helm to me: God, let me not in their dull ooze be stranded; Let not this one frail bark, to hollow which I have dug out the pith and sinewy heart Of my aspiring life's fair trunk, be so Cast up to warp and blacken in the sun, Just as the opposing wind 'gins whistle off His cheek-swollen mates, and from the leaning One poor day! Remember whose and not how short it is ! It is God's day, it is Columbus's. A lavish day! One day, with life and heart, Is more than time enough to find a world.
mast Fortune's full sail strains forward !
AN INCIDENT OF THE FIRE AT HAM
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to
the skies, Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth
of centuries; You could not deem its crowding spires a work of
human art, They seemed to struggle lightward from a sturdy
living heart. Not Nature's self more freely speaks in crystal or
in oak, Than, through the pious builder's hand, in that
gray pile she spoke; And as from acorn springs the oak, so, freely and
alone, Sprang from his heart this hymn to God, sung in
It seemed a wondrous freak of chance, so perfect,
yet so rough, A whim of Nature crystallized slowly in granite
tough; The thick spires yearned towards the sky in quaint
harmonious lines, And in broad sunlight basked and slept, like a
grove of blasted pines. Never did rock or stream or tree lay claim with
better right To all the adorning sympathies of shadow and of
And, in that forest petrified, as forester there
dwells Stout Herman, the old sacristan, sole lord of all its
Surge leaping after surge, the fire roared onward
red as blood, Till half of Hamburg lay engulfed beneath the
eddying flood; For miles away, the fiery spray poured down its
deadly rain, And back and forth the billows sucked, and paused,
and burst again.
From square to square with tiger leaps panted the
lustful fire, The air to leeward shuddered with the gasps of its
desire; And church and palace, which even now stood
whelmed but to the knee, Lift their black roofs like breakers lone amid the
Up in his tower old Herman sat and watched with
quiet look ; His soul had trusted God too long to be at last forHe could not fear, for surely God a pathway would
unfold Through this red sea for faithful hearts, as once he
did of old.
But scarcely can he cross himself, or on his good
saint call, Before the sacrilegious flood o'erleaped the chureh