An Ode - Read August 15, 1907, at the dedication of the monument erected at Gloucester, Massachusetts, in commemoration of the founding of the Massachusetts Bay colony in the year sixteen hundred and twenty-three
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An Ode - Read August 15, 1907, at the dedication of the monument erected at Gloucester, Massachusetts, in commemoration of the founding of the Massachusetts Bay colony in the year sixteen hundred and twenty-three

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of An Ode, by Madison J. Cawein This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: An Ode Author: Madison J. Cawein Release Date: August 25, 2009 [EBook #29795] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AN ODE *** Produced by David Garcia, Stephanie Eason, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Kentuckiana Digital Library.) An Ode READ AUGUST 15, 1907, AT THE DEDI- CATION OF THE MONUMENT ERECTED AT GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS, IN COMMEMORATION OF THE FOUNDING OF THE MASSACHUSETTS BAY COLONY IN THE YEAR SIXTEEN HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE BY MADISON CAWEIN JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY, INCORPORATED. LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY MCMVIII [Pg 1] An Ode In Commemoration of the Founding of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623. I.

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of An Ode, by Madison J. CaweinThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: An OdeAuthor: Madison J. CaweinRelease Date: August 25, 2009 [EBook #29795]Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ISO-8859-1*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AN ODE ***DPirsotdruicbeudt ebdy  PDraovoifdr eGaadricniga ,T Setaemp haatn ihet tEpa:s/o/nw,w wa.npdg dtph.en eOtn.l i(nTehisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The Kentuckiana Digital Library.)An OdeREAD AUGUST 15, 1907, AT THE DEDI-CATION OF THE MONUMENT ERECTEDACTO  MGMLOEMUCOERSATTEIOR,N  M OAFS S TAHCEH  UFSOEUTNTDS,I N IGNOF THE MASSACHUSETTS BAY COLONYITNW  ETNHTE Y -YTEHARRE  ES  IBXYT E EMNA DHIUSNODN RCEAD WAENIDN
 JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY, INCORPORATED.LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY MCMVIII   An OdeIn Commemoration of the Founding of theMassachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623..IThey who maintained their rights,Through storm and stress,And walked in all the waysThat God made known,Led by no wandering lights,And by no guess,Through dark and desolate daysOf trial and moan:Here let their monumentRise, like a wordIn rock commemorativeOf our Land's youth;Of ways the Puritan went,With soul love-spurredTo suffer, die, and live[Pg 1][Pg 2]
For faith and truth.Here they the corner-stoneOf Freedom laid;Here in their hearts' distressThey lit the lightsOf Liberty alone;Here, with God's aid,Conquered the wilderness,Secured their rights.Not men, but giants, they,Who wrought with toilAnd sweat of brawn and brainTheir freehold here;Who, with their blood, each dayHallowed the soil.And left it without stainAnd without fear. .IIYea; here, from men like these,Our country had its stanch beginning;Hence sprang she with the oceanbreezeAnd pine scent in her hair;Deep in her eyes the winning,The far-off winning of the unmeasured;tseWAnd in her heart the care,The young unrest,Of all that she must dare,Ere as a mighty Nation she shoulddnatsTowering from sea to sea,From land to mountained land,One with the imperishable beauty ofthe starsIn absolute destiny;Part of that cosmic law, no shadow,sramTo which all freedom runs,That wheels the circles of the worldsand sunsAlong their courses through the vastynight,Irrevocable and eternal as is Light. .IIIWhat people has to-daySuch faith as launched and sped,With psalm and prayer, the Mayfloweron its way?—Such faith as led[Pg 3][Pg 4]
The Dorchester fishers to this sea-washed point,This granite headland of Cape Ann?Where first they made their bed,Salt-blown and wet with brine,In cold and hunger, where the storm-wrenched pineClung to the rock with desperatefooting. They,With hearts courageous whom hopedid anoint,Despite their tar and tan,Worn of the wind and spray,Seem more to me than man,With their unconquerable spirits.—Mountains maySuccumb to men like these, to willslike theirs,—The Puritan's tenacity to do;The stubbornness of genius;—holdingotTheir purpose to the end,No New-World hardship could deflector bend;—That never doubted in their worstdespairs,But steadily on their wayHeld to the last, trusting in God, whofilledTheir souls with fire of faith thathelped them buildA country, greater than had everthrilledMan's wildest dreams, or entered inHis highest hopes. 'Twas this thathelped them winIn spite of danger and distress,Through darkness and the dinOf winds and waves, unto awilderness,Savage, unbounded, pathless as the,aesThat said, "Behold me! I am free!"Giving itself to them for greater thingsThan filled their souls with dimimaginings. .VILet History record their stalwartnames,And catalogue their fortitude, whence,wergSwiftly as running flames,Cities and civilization:[Pg 5][Pg 6]
How from a meeting-house andschool,A few log-huddled cabins, FreedomwerdHer rude beginnings. Every pioneerstation,Each settlement, though primitive of,lootHad in it then the making of a Nation;Had in it then the roofing of the plainsWith traffic; and the piercing throughand throughOf forests with the iron veinsOf industry.Would I could make you seeHow these, laboriously,These founders of New England,every hourFaced danger, death, and misery,Conquering the wilderness;With supernatural powerChanging its features; all its savageglowerOf wild barbarity, fierce hate, duress,To something human, something thatcould blessMankind with peace and lift its heart'selation;Something at last that stoodFor universal brotherhood,Astonishing the world, a mightyNation,Hewn from the solitude.—Iron of purpose as of faith and daring,And of indomitable will,With axe and hymn-book still I seethem faring,The Saxon Spirit of Conquest at theiredisWith sword and flintlock; still I seethem stride,As to some Roundhead rhyme,Adown the aisles of Time. .VCan praise be simply said of such asthese?Such men as Standish, Winthrop,Endicott?Such souls as Roger Conant andJohn White?Rugged and great as trees,The oaks of that New World withwhich their lot[Pg 7][Pg 8]
Was cast forever, proudly to remain.That world in which each name stillstands, a lightTo beacon the Ship of State throughstormy seas.Can praise be simply saidOf him, the younger Vane,Puritan and patriot,Whose dedicated headWas laid upon the blockIn thy name, Liberty!Can praise be simply said of such as!ehNeeds must the soul unlockAll gates of eloquence to sing ofthese.Such periods,Such epic melodies,As holds the utterance of the earlier,sdogThe lords of song, one needsTo sing the praise of these!No feeble music, tinklings frail ofglass;No penny trumpetings; twitterings ofbrass,The moment's effort, shak'n frompigmy bells,Ephemeral drops from small Pierianwells,With which the Age relieves a barren.ruohBut such large music, such melodiouspower,As have our cataracts,Pouring the iron facts,The giant actsOf these: such song as have our rock-ridged deepAnd mountain steeps,When winds, like clanging eagles,sweep the stormOn tossing wood and farm:Such eloquence as in the torrentleaps,—Where the hoarse canyon sleeps,Holding the heart with its terrificcharm,Carrying its roaring message to thetown,—To voice their high achievement andrenown. .IV[Pg 9][Pg 10]
Long, long ago, beneath heaven'sstormy slope,In deeds of faith and hope,Our fathers laid Freedom'sfoundations here,And raised, invisible, vast,—Embodying naught of doubt or fear,A monument whose greatness shalloutlastThe future, as the past,Of all the Old World's dynasties andkings.—A symbol of all thingsThat we would speak, but cannot sayin words,Of those who first began our Nation,erehBehold, we now would rear!A different monument! a thought, thatsdrigItself with granite; dream made visibleIn rock and bronze to tellTo all the Future what here oncebefell;Here where, unknown to them,A tree took root; a tree of wondrous;metsThe tree of high ideals, which hasgrown,And has not withered since its seedwas sown,Was planted here by them in this new,liosWho watered it with tears and bloodand toil:An heritage we mean to hold,Keeping it stanch and beautiful as of.dloFor never a State,Or People, yet was greatWithout its great ideals;—branch andtoorOf the deep tree of life where bud andwolbThe dreams, the thoughts, that growTo deeds, the glowing fruit. .IIVThe morn, that breaks its heart of goldAbove the purple hills;The eve, that spillsIts nautilus splendor where the sea isrolled;The night, that leads the vast[Pg 11]
procession inOf stars and dreams,—The beauty that shall never die orpass:—The winds, that spinOf rain the misty mantles of the grass,And thunder-raiment of the mountain-streams;The sunbeams, needling with gold theksudGreen cowls of ancient woods;The shadows, thridding, veiled with,ksumThe moon-pathed solitudes,Call to my Fancy, saying, "Follow!follow!"Till, following, I see,—Fair as a cascade in a rainbowedhollow,—A dream, a shape, take form,Clad on with every charm,—The vision of that Ideality,Which lured the pioneer in wood and,llihAnd beckoned him from earth and;yksThe dream that cannot die,Their children's children did fulfill.In stone and iron and wood,Out of the solitude,And by a forthright actCreate a mighty fact—A Nation, now that standsClad on with hope and beauty,strength and song,Eternal, young, and strong,Planting her heel on Wrong,Her starry banner in triumphanthands....Within her face the roseOf Alleghany dawns;Limbed with Alaskan snows,Floridian starlight in her eyes,—Eyes stern as steel yet tender as afawn's,—And in her hairThe rapture of her rivers; and the dare,As perishless as truth,That o'er the crags of her Sierras flies,Urging the eagle ardor through herveins,Behold her where,Around her radiant youth,The spirits of the cataracts and plains,The genii of the floods and forests,,teem[Pg 12][Pg 13]
In rainbow mists circling her brow and:teefThe forces vast that sitIn session round her; powersparaclete,That guard her presence; awful formsand fair.Making secure her place;Guiding her surely as the worldsthrough spaceDo laws sidereal; edicts, thunder-lit,Of skyed eternity, in splendor borneOn planetary wings of night and morn. .IIIVBehold her! this is she!Beautiful as morning on the summer,aesYet terrible as is the elemental goldThat cleaves the tempest and inangles clingsAbout its cloudy temples.—ManifoldThe dreams of daring in her fearless,ezagFixed on the future's days;And round her brow, a strand of astralbeads,Her soul's resplendent deeds;And at her front one star,Refulgent hope,Like that on morning's slope,Beaconing the world afar.—From her high place she seesHer long procession of accomplished.stcaCloud-wing'd refulgencesOf thoughts in steel and stone, ofmarble dreams,Lift up tremendous battlements,Sun-blinding, built of facts;While in her soul she seems,Listening, to hear, as frominnumerable tents,Æonian thunder, wonder, andapplauseOf all the heroic ages that are gone;Feeling secureThat, as her Past, her Future shallendure,As did her CauseWhen redly broke the dawnOf fierce rebellion, and, beneath its,ratsThe firmaments of war[Pg 14][Pg 15]
    Poured down infernal rain,And North and South lay bleeding'mid their slain.And now, no less, shall her Cause stillprevail,More so in peace than war,Through the thrilled wire and electric,liarCarrying her message far;Shaping her dreamWithin the brain of steam,That, with a myriad hands,Labors unceasingly, and knits hersdnalIn firmer union; joining plain andstreamWith steel; and binding shore to shoreWith bands of iron;—nerves andarteries,Along whose adamant forever pourHer concrete thoughts, her tirelessenergies.  On Old Cape AnnOn Old Cape Ann.IANNISQUAMOld days, old ways, old homes besidethe sea;Old gardens with old-fashionedflowers aflame,Poppy, petunia, and many a nameOOlf d mhailnlsy  tah falto gwloerw o fw firtah gbrlaunet-  paenddigree.barberry,And rocks and pines that stand on[Pg 16][Pg 17][Pg 18][Pg 19]
[Pg 20][Pg 21]  .IIISTORM AT ANNISQUAMThe sun sinks scarlet as a barberry.Far off at sea one vessel lifts a sail,Hurrying to harbor from the coming,elagThat banks the west above a choppy.aesThe sun is gone; the tide is flowing.II"THE HIGHLANDS," ANNISQUAMHere, from the heights, among therocks and pines,The sea and shore seem sometremendous pageOf some vast book, great with ourheritage,Breathing the splendor of majesticlines.Yonder the dunes speak silver;yonder shinesThe ocean's sapphire word; there,gray with age,The granite writes its lesson, strongand sage;And there the surf its rhythmicpassage signs.The winds, that sweep the page, thatinterludeIts majesty with music; and the tides,That roll their thunder in, that periodIts mighty rhetoric, deep and dream-imbued,Are what it seems to say, of whatabides,Of what's eternal, and of what is God..yad tcefrep a fo erutcip sselwalf ehTgnilfhtod doG noerehw savnac ythgim A;wolg fo dna roloc fo lluf si dlrow ehT:yawa raf naeco teloiv eht gnicnalGgniwgnilkniwt a lias s'lessev yreve dnA,wons fo sllihsenud mid eht sekam thgilnus ehT.eerFeht fo snoitadnuof mrif dial ereh dnA,emac mirgliP eht nehw sa ,elbatummI.emas eht ,draugno dnats taht senip dna skcor dnA
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