Like yon slow-sailing cloudy promontory, And, that no day of life may lack romance, With a vermilion pencil mark the day Two of our mates returning with swift oars. Caught from a late-arriving traveller, Big with great news, and shouted the report For which the world had waited, now firm fact, Of the wire-cable laid beneath the sea, And landed on our coast, and pulsating With ductile fire. Loud, exulting cries From boat to boat, and to the echoes round, Greet the glad miracle. Thought's new-found path 239. It will be remembered that it was in August, 1858, when the first Atlantic Cable was laid and the first message transmitted, proving the feasibility of the connection, though the cable was imperfect, and a second one became necessary. Worthy the enormous cloud of witnesses, A burst of joy, as if we told the fact And cedar grove and cliff and lake should know Bend nearer, faint day-moon! Wake, echoing caves! Let them hear well! 'tis theirs as much as ours. A spasm throbbing through the pedestals Of Alp and Andes, isle and continent, Urging astonished Chaos with a thrill 250 255 260 To be a brain, or serve the brain of man. 265 He must to school, and learn his verb and noun, Since fortune snatched from wit the lion's part? As one within whose memory it burned 270 275 Found ten years since the Californian gold? Of traders, led by corporate sons of trade, 'T was always thus, and will be; hand and head But ever the free race with front sublime, And these instructed by their wisest too, Who do the feat, and lift humanity. Let not him mourn who best entitled was, Yea, plant the tree that bears best apples, plant, 280 285 290 295 300 305 We flee away from cities, but we bring The best of cities with us, these learned classifiers, Men knowing what they seek, armed eyes of experts. We praise the guide, we praise the forest life : But will we sacrifice our dear-bought lore Of books and arts and trained experiment, Or count the Sioux a match for Agassiz? Oh no, not we! Witness the shout that shook Wild Tupper Lake; witness the mute all-hail The joyful traveller gives, when on the verge Of craggy Indian wilderness he hears 310 From a log-cabin stream Beethoven's notes 320 Well done!' he cries: the bear is kept at bay, 315 The lynx, the rattlesnake, the flood, the fire; All the fierce enemies, ague, hunger, cold, This thin spruce roof, this clayed log-wall, This wild plantation will suffice to chase. Now speed the gay celerities of art, What in the desert was impossible Within four walls is possible again, Culture and libraries, mysteries of skill, Traditioned fame of masters, eager strife Of keen competing youths, joined or alone To outdo each other and extort applause. Mind wakes a new-born giant from her sleep. Twirl the old wheels! Time takes fresh start again On for a thousand years of genius more.' The holidays were fruitful, but must end; We struck our camp, and left the happy hills. Almost a smile to steal to cheer her sons, As if one riddle of the Sphinx were guessed. 325 330 335 340 343. The Sphinx in classical mythology was a monster having a human head, a lion's body, and sometimes fabled as winged. THE TITMOUSE. You shall not be overbold When you deal with arctic cold, 5 East, west, north, south, are his domain. The winds shall sing their dead-march old, The moon thy mourner, and the cloud. 15 20 It used to propose a question to the Thebans and murder all who could not guess it. The riddle was, "What goes on four feet, on two feet, and three, But the more feet it goes on the weaker it be?" Edipus gave the answer that it was man, going on four feet as a child, and when old using a staff which made the third foot. But the Sphinx's riddle in the old poetry and in the serious modern acceptation is nothing less than the whole problem of human life. |