What hath he said? With frowning face, In whispered tones they speak, And bursting forth in visioned gloom, Courage, thou Genoese! Old Time Bold streams untamed by helm or prow, Courage, World-finder! Thou hast need! That rack the noble soul. All glorious, yet forlorn. Lydia Huntly Sigourney (1791-1865] COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3-OCTOBER 12, 1492] BEHIND him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him only shoreless seas. Columbus The good mate said: "Now must we pray, "My men grow mutinous day by day; Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, For God from these dread seas is gone. 2295 They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!" Joaquin Miller [1841 A LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [SEPTEMBER 9, 1513] I'VE heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning: At buchts, in the morning, nae blithe lads are scorning, Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing, In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming But ilk ane sits eerie, lamenting her dearie The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border! The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, We'll hear nae mair lilting at our ewe-milking; Jane Elliot [1727-1805] SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT [1583] SOUTHWARD with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath. Sir Humphrey Gilbert His lordly ships of ice Glisten in the sun; On each side, like pennons wide, Flashing crystal streamlets run. His sails of white sea-mist But where he passed there was cast Eastward from Campobello Sir Humphrey Gilbert sailed; Three days or more seaward he bore, Then, alas! the land-wind failed. Alas! the land-wind failed, And ice-cold grew the night; He sat upon the deck, The Book was in his hand; "Do not fear! Heaven is as near," He said, "by water as by land!" In the first watch of the night, Out of the sea, mysteriously, The fleet of Death rose all around. The moon and the evening star Were hanging in the shrouds; Every mast, as it passed, Seemed to rake the passing clouds. They grappled with their prize, At midnight black and cold! 2297 Southward through day and dark, With mist and rain, o'er the open main; Southward, forever southward, They drift through dark and day; Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807-1882] THE ARMADA: A FRAGMENT [JULY 21-29, 1588] ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise; I sing of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore, in vain, The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain. It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, The crew had seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast; And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes; Behind him march the halberdiers; before him sound the drums: His yeomen round the market cross make clear an ample space; For there behooves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the laboring wind the royal blazon swells. |