. The autocrat of the breakfast-table : every man his own Boswell. eathe and their beauties shall bloom,While tapestry lengthens the life-glowing dyesThat caught from our sunsets the stain of their skies ! In the alcoves of death, in the charnels of time,Where flit the gaunt spectres of passion and crime,There are triumphs untold, there are martyrs unsung,There are heroes yet silent to speak with his tongue I Let us hear the proud story which time has bequeathedFrom lips that are warm with the freedom they breathed !Let him summon its tyrants, and tell us their doom,Though he sweep the black p
. The autocrat of the breakfast-table : every man his own Boswell. eathe and their beauties shall bloom,While tapestry lengthens the life-glowing dyesThat caught from our sunsets the stain of their skies ! In the alcoves of death, in the charnels of time,Where flit the gaunt spectres of passion and crime,There are triumphs untold, there are martyrs unsung,There are heroes yet silent to speak with his tongue I Let us hear the proud story which time has bequeathedFrom lips that are warm with the freedom they breathed !Let him summon its tyrants, and tell us their doom,Though he sweep the black past like Van Tromp with hisbroom ! 3o THE AUTOCRAT The dream flashes by, for the west-winds awakeOn pampas, on prairie, oer mountain and lake,To bathe the swift bark, like a sea-girdled shrine,With incense they stole from the rose and the pine. So fill a bright cup with the sunlight that gushedWhen the dead summers jewels were trampled and crushed :The true Knight of Learning, — the world holds him dear, —Love bless him, Joy crown him, God speed his career !.
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