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. The poetical works of James Russell Lowell . heard our North-wind first I saw Atlantic throwOn our fierce rocks his thunderous snow,I loved thee, Freedom ; as a boyThe rattle of thy shield at MarathonDid with a Grecian joyThrough all my pulses run ;But I have learned to love thee nowWithout the helm upon thy gleamingbrow,A maiden mild and undefiledLike her who bore the worlds redeem-ing clnld;And surely never did thine altars glanceWith purer lires than now in France;While, in their bright white Hashes,Wrongs shadow, backward cast,Waves cowering oer the ashes Of the dead, blasphem
. The poetical works of James Russell Lowell . heard our North-wind first I saw Atlantic throwOn our fierce rocks his thunderous snow,I loved thee, Freedom ; as a boyThe rattle of thy shield at MarathonDid with a Grecian joyThrough all my pulses run ;But I have learned to love thee nowWithout the helm upon thy gleamingbrow,A maiden mild and undefiledLike her who bore the worlds redeem-ing clnld;And surely never did thine altars glanceWith purer lires than now in France;While, in their bright white Hashes,Wrongs shadow, backward cast,Waves cowering oer the ashes Of the dead, blaspheming Past,Oer the shapes of fallen giants,His own unburied brood,Whose dead hands clench defiance At the overpowering Good :And down the happy future runs a flood Of prophesying light;It shows an Earth no longer stained with blood,Blossom and fruit where now we see thebudOf Brotherhood and Right. ANTI-APIS. Pkaisest Law, friend ? We, too, love itmuch as they that love it best ; T is the deep, august foundation, where-on Peace and Justice rest;. since I first snw Atlantic tlirowOn our fierce rocks liis tliiinderous snow. Page 94. ANTI-APIS. 95 On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its bases be,Block by block the endeavoring Agesbuilt it up to what we see. But dig down : tlie Old unbury ; thou shalt find on every stoneThat each Age hath carved the symbol of what god to them was shapes and brutish sometimes, but the fairest that they knew ;If their sight were dim and earthward, yet their hope and aim were true. Surely as the unconscious needle feelsthe far-off loadstar draw, So strives every gracious nature to at-one itself with law; And the elder Saints and Sages laid theirpious framework right By a theocratic instinct covered from thepeoples sight. As their gods were, so their laws were ; Thor the strong could reave and steal,So through many a peaceful inlet tore the Norsemans eager keel;But a new law came when Chiist came, and not blameless, as before,Can we, payin
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