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While I recline	A
At ease beneath	B
This immemorial pine	A
Small sphere	C
By dusky fingers brought this morning here	D
And shown with boastful smiles	E
I turn thy cloven sheath	B
Through which the soft white fibres peer	C
That with their gossamer bands	F
Unite like love the sea divided lands	F
And slowly thread by thread	G
Draw forth the folded strands	F
Than which the trembling line	A
By whose frail help yon startled spider fled	G
Down the tall spear grass from his swinging bed	G
Is scarce more fine	A
And as the tangled skein	H
Unravels in my hands	F
Betwixt me and the noonday light	I
A veil seems lifted and for miles and miles	E
The landscape broadens on my sight	I
As in the little boll there lurked a spell	J
Like that which in the ocean shell	J
With mystic sound	K
Breaks down the narrow walls that hem us round	K
And turns some city lane	H
Into the restless main	H
With all his capes and isles	E
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Yonder bird	L
Which floats as if at rest	M
In those blue tracts above the thunder where	N
No vapors cloud the stainless air	N
And never sound is heard	L
Unless at such rare time	O
When from the City of the Blest	M
Rings down some golden chime	O
Sees not from his high place	P
So vast a cirque of summer space	P
As widens round me in one mighty field	Q
Which rimmed by seas and sands	F
Doth hail its earliest daylight in the beams	R
Of gray Atlantic dawns	S
And broad as realms made up of many lands	F
Is lost afar	T
Behind the crimson hills and purple lawns	S
Of sunset among plains which roll their streams	R
Against the Evening Star	T
And lo	U
To the remotest point of sight	I
Although I gaze upon no waste of snow	U
The endless field is white	I
And the whole landscape glows	V
For many a shining league away	W
With such accumulated light	I
As Polar lands would flash beneath a tropic day	W
Nor lack there for the vision grows	V
And the small charm within my hands	F
More potent even than the fabled one	X
Which oped whatever golden mystery	Y
Lay hid in fairy wood or magic vale	Z
The curious ointment of the Arabian tale	Z
Beyond all mortal sense	A2
Doth stretch my sight's horizon and I see	Y
Beneath its simple influence	B2
As if with Uriel's crown	C2
I stood in some great temple of the Sun	X
And looked as Uriel down	C2
Nor lack there pastures rich and fields all green	D2
With all the common gifts of God	E2
For temperate airs and torrid sheen	D2
Weave Edens of the sod	E2
Through lands which look one sea of billowy gold	F2
Broad rivers wind their devious ways	G2
A hundred isles in their embraces fold	F2
A hundred luminous bays	G2
And through yon purple haze	G2
Vast mountains lift their plumed peaks cloud crowned	K
And save where up their sides the ploughman creeps	H2
An unhewn forest girds them grandly round	K
In whose dark shades a future navy sleeps	H2
Ye Stars which though unseen yet with me gaze	G2
Upon this loveliest fragment of the earth	I2
Thou Sun that kindlest all thy gentlest rays	G2
Above it as to light a favorite hearth	J2
Ye Clouds that in your temples in the West	M
See nothing brighter than its humblest flowers	K2
And you ye Winds that on the ocean's breast	M
Are kissed to coolness ere ye reach its bowers	K2
Bear witness with me in my song of praise	G2
And tell the world that since the world began	L2
No fairer land hath fired a poet's lays	G2
Or given a home to man	L2
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But these are charms already widely blown	M2
His be the meed whose pencil's trace	P
Hath touched our very swamps with grace	P
And round whose tuneful way	W
All Southern laurels bloom	N2
The Poet of 'The Woodlands' unto whom	N2
Alike are known	M2
The flute's low breathing and the trumpet's tone	M2
And the soft west wind's sighs	O2
But who shall utter all the debt	P2
O Land wherein all powers are met	P2
That bind a people's heart	Q2
The world doth owe thee at this day	W
And which it never can repay	W
Yet scarcely deigns to own	M2
Where sleeps the poet who shall fitly sing	R2
The source wherefrom doth spring	R2
That mighty commerce which confined	S2
To the mean channels of no selfish mart	Q2
Goes out to every shore	T2
Of this broad earth and throngs the sea with ships	U2
That bear no thunders hushes hungry lips	U2
In alien lands	F
Joins with a delicate web remotest strands	F
And gladdening rich and poor	V2
Doth gild Parisian domes	W2
Or feed the cottage smoke of English homes	W2
And only bounds its blessings by mankind	S2
In offices like these thy mission lies	O2
My Country and it shall not end	X2
As long as rain shall fall and Heaven bend	X2
In blue above thee though thy foes be hard	Y2
And cruel as their weapons it shall guard	Y2
Thy hearth stones as a bulwark make thee great	Z2
In white and bloodless state	Z2
And haply as the years increase	A3
Still working through its humbler reach	B3
With that large wisdom which the ages teach	B3
Revive the half dead dream of universal peace	A3
As men who labor in that mine	A
Of Cornwall hollowed out beneath the bed	G
Of ocean when a storm rolls overhead	G
Hear the dull booming of the world of brine	A
Above them and a mighty muffled roar	T2
Of winds and waters yet toil calmly on	C3
And split the rock and pile the massive ore	T2
Or carve a niche or shape the arch 'ed roof	D3
So I as calmly weave my woof	D3
Of song chanting the days to come	E3
Unsilenced though the quiet summer air	N
Stirs with the bruit of battles and each dawn	F3
Wakes from its starry silence to the hum	E3
Of many gathering armies Still	G3
In that we sometimes hear	D
Upon the Northern winds the voice of woe	U
Not wholly drowned in triumph though I know	U
The end must crown us and a few brief years	H3
Dry all our tears	I3
I may not sing too gladly To Thy will	G3
Resigned O Lord we cannot all forget	P2
That there is much even Victory must regret	P2
And therefore not too long	J3
From the great burthen of our country's wrong	J3
Delay our just release	A3
And if it may be save	K3
These sacred fields of peace	A3
From stain of patriot or of hostile blood	L3
Oh help us Lord to roll the crimson flood	L3
Back on its course and while our banners wing	R2
Northward strike with us till the Goth shall cling	R2
To his own blasted altar stones and crave	K3
Mercy and we shall grant it and dictate	Z2
The lenient future of his fate	Z2
There where some rotting ships and crumbling quays	A3
Shall one day mark the Port which ruled the Western seas	A3

Henry Timrod

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