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Thou turnest round
With quick and questioning eyes；
Like one； who； in a foreign land；
Beholds on every hand
Some source of wonder and surprise！
And； restlessly； impatiently；
Thou strivest； strugglest； to be free；
The four walls of thy nursery
Are now like prison walls to thee。
No more thy mother's smiles；
No more the painted tiles；
Delight thee； nor the playthings on the floor；
That won thy little； beating heart before；
Thou strugglest for the open door。
Through these once solitary halls
Thy pattering footstep falls。
The sound of thy merry voice
Makes the old walls
Jubilant； and they rejoice
With the joy of thy young heart；
O'er the light of whose gladness
No shadows of sadness
From the sombre background of memory start。
Once； ah； once； within these walls；
One whom memory oft recalls；
The Father of his Country； dwelt。
And yonder meadows broad and damp
The fires of the besieging camp
Encircled with a burning belt。
Up and down these echoing stairs；
Heavy with the weight of cares；
Sounded his majestic tread；
Yes； within this very room
Sat he in those hours of gloom；
Weary both in heart and head。
But what are these grave thoughts to thee？
Out； out！ into the open air！
Thy only dream is liberty；
Thou carest little how or where。
I see thee eager at thy play；
Now shouting to the apples on the tree；
With cheeks as round and red as they；
And now among the yellow stalks；
Among the flowering shrubs and plants；
As restless as the bee。
Along the garden walks；
The tracks of thy small carriage…wheels I trace；
And see at every turn how they efface
Whole villages of sand…roofed tents；
That rise like golden domes
Above the cavernous and secret homes
Of wandering and nomadic tribes of ants。
Ah； cruel little Tamerlane；
Who； with thy dreadful reign；
Dost persecute and overwhelm
These hapless Troglodytes of thy realm！
What！ tired already！ with those suppliant looks；
And voice more beautiful than a poet's books；
Or murmuring sound of water as it flows。
Thou comest back to parley with repose；
This rustic seat in the old apple…tree；
With its o'erhanging golden canopy
Of leaves illuminate with autumnal hues；
And shining with the argent light of dews；
Shall for a season be our place of rest。
Beneath us； like an oriole's pendent nest；
From which the laughing birds have taken wing；
By thee abandoned； hangs thy vacant swing。
Dream…like the waters of the river gleam；
A sailless vessel drops adown the stream；
And like it； to a sea as wide and deep；
Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep。
O child！ O new…born denizen
Of life's great city！ on thy head
The glory of the morn is shed；
Like a celestial benison！
Here at the portal thou dost stand；
And with thy little hand
Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land。
I see its valves expand；
As at the touch of Fate！
Into those realms of love and hate；
Into that darkness blank and drear；
By some prophetic feeling taught；
I launch the bold； adventurous thought；
Freighted with hope and fear；
As upon subterranean streams；
In caverns unexplored and dark；
Men sometimes launch a fragile bark；
Laden with flickering fire；
And watch its swift…receding beams；
Until at length they disappear；
And in the distant dark expire。
By what astrology of fear or hope
Dare I to cast thy horoscope！
Like the new moon thy life appears；
A little strip of silver light；
And widening outward into night
The shadowy disk of future years；
And yet upon its outer rim；
A luminous circle； faint and dim；
And scarcely visible to us here；
Rounds and completes the perfect sphere；
A prophecy and intimation；
A pale and feeble adumbration；
Of the great world of light； that lies
Behind all human destinies。
Ah！ if thy fate； with anguish fraught；
Should be to wet the dusty soil
With the hot tears and sweat of toil；
To struggle with imperious thought；
Until the overburdened brain；
Weary with labor； faint with pain；
Like a jarred pendulum； retain
Only its motion； not its power；
Remember； in that perilous hour；
When most afflicted and oppressed；
From labor there shall come forth rest。
And if a more auspicious fate
On thy advancing steps await
Still let it ever be thy pride
To linger by the laborer's side；
With words of sympathy or song
To cheer the dreary march along
Of the great army of the poor；
O'er desert sand； o'er dangerous moor。
Nor to thyself the task shall be
Without reward； for thou shalt learn
The wisdom early to discern
True beauty in utility；
As great Pythagoras of yore；
Standing beside the blacksmith's door；
And hearing the hammers； as they smote
The anvils with a different note；
Stole from the varying tones； that hung
Vibrant on every iron tongue；
The secret of the sounding wire。
And formed the seven…chorded lyre。
Enough！ I will not play the Seer；
I will no longer strive to ope
The mystic volume； where appear
The herald Hope； forerunning Fear；
And Fear； the pursuivant of Hope。
Thy destiny remains untold；
For； like Acestes' shaft of old；
The swift thought kindles as it flies；
And burns to ashes in the skies。
THE OCCULTATION OF ORION
I saw； as in a dream sublime；
The balance in the hand of Time。
O'er East and West its beam impended；
And day； with all its hours of light；
Was slowly sinking out of sight；
While； opposite； the scale of night
Silently with the stars ascended。
Like the astrologers of eld；
In that bright vision I beheld
Greater and deeper mysteries。
I saw； with its celestial keys；
Its chords of air； its frets of fire；
The Samian's great Aeolian lyre；
Rising through all its sevenfold bars；
From earth unto the fixed stars。
And through the dewy atmosphere；
Not only could I see； but hear；
Its wondrous and harmonious strings；
In sweet vibration； sphere by sphere；
From Dian's circle light and near；
Onward to vaster and wider rings。
Where； chanting through his beard of snows；
Majestic； mournful； Saturn goes；
And down the sunless realms of space
Reverberates the thunder of his bass。
Beneath the sky's triumphal arch
This music sounded like a march；
And with its chorus seemed to be
Preluding some great tragedy。
Sirius was rising in the east；
And； slow ascending one by one；
The kindling constellations shone。
Begirt with many a blazing star；
Stood the great giant Algebar；
Orion； hunter of the beast！
His sword hung gleaming by his side；
And； on his arm； the lion's hide
Scattered across the midnight air
The golden radiance of its hair。
The moon was pallid； but not faint；
And beautiful as some fair saint；
Serenely moving on her way
In hours of trial and dismay。
As if she heard the voice of God；
Unharmed with naked feet she trod
Upon the hot and burning stars；
As on the glowing coals and bars；
Tha