READ AT THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY
Is it a weanling’s weakness for the past
That in the stormy, rebel-breeding town,
Swept clean of relics by the levelling blast,
Still keeps our gray old chapel’s name of “King’s,”
Still to its outworn symbols fondly clings,–
Its unchurched mitres and its empty crown?
Poor harmless emblems! All has shrunk away
That made them gorgons in the patriot’s eyes;
The priestly plaything harms us not to-day;
The gilded crown is but a pleasing show,
An old-world heirloom, left from long ago,
Wreck of the past that memory bids us prize,
Lightly we glance the fresh-cut marbles o’er;
Those two of earlier date our eyes enthrall:
The proud old Briton’s by the western door,
And hers, the Lady of Colonial days,
Whose virtues live in long-drawn classic phrase,–
The fair Francesca of the southern wall.
Ay! those were goodly men that Reynolds drew,
And stately dames our Copley’s canvas holds,
To their old Church, their Royal Master, true,
Proud of the claim their valiant sires had earned,
That “gentle blood,” not lightly to be spurned,
Save by the churl ungenerous Nature moulds.
All vanished! It were idle to complain
That ere the fruits shall come the flowers must fall;
Yet somewhat we have lost amidst our gain,
Some rare ideals time may not restore,–
The charm of courtly breeding, seen no more,
And reverence, dearest ornament of all.
Thus musing, to the western wall I came,
Departing: lo! a tablet fresh and fair,
Where glistened many a youth’s remembered name
In golden letters on the snow-white stone,–
Young lives these aisles and arches once have known,
Their country’s bleeding altar might not spare.
These died that we might claim a soil unstained,
Save by the blood of heroes; their bequests
A realm unsevered and a race unchained.
Has purer blood through Norman veins come down
From the rough knights that clutched the Saxon’s crown
Than warmed the pulses in these faithful breasts?
These, too, shall live in history’s deathless page,
High on the slow-wrought pedestals of fame,
Ranged with the heroes of remoter age;
They could not die who left their nation free,
Firm as the rock, unfettered as the sea,
Its heaven unshadowed by the cloud of shame.
While on the storied past our memory dwells,
Our grateful tribute shall not be denied,–
The wreath, the cross of rustling immortelles;
And willing hands shall clear each darkening bust,
As year by year sifts down the clinging dust
On Shirley’s beauty and on Vassall’s pride.
But for our own, our loved and lost, we bring
With throbbing hearts and tears that still must flow,
In full-heaped hands, the opening flowers of spring,
Lilies half-blown, and budding roses, red
As their young cheeks, before the blood was shed
That lent their morning bloom its generous glow.
Ah, who shall count a rescued nation’s debt,
Or sum in words our martyrs’ silent claims?
Who shall our heroes’ dread exchange forget,–
All life, youth, hope, could promise to allure
For all that soul could brave or flesh endure?
They shaped our future; we but carve their names.
(Oliver Wendell Holmes)
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