James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
April 9In the Land Where We Were Dreaming
By Daniel B. Lucas (18361909)F
As ever floated out of faerie land;
Children were we in single faith,
But God-like children, whom nor death
Nor threat nor danger drove from honor’s path,
In the land where we were dreaming.
As violets, our women pure and tender;
And when they spoke, their voices did thrill
Until at eve the whip-poor-will,
At morn the mocking-bird, were mute and still,
In the land where we were dreaming.
Than ever tracked tradition’s ancient story;
And in our dream we wove the thread
Of principles for which had bled
And suffered long our own immortal dead,
In the land where we were dreaming.
Both were content; and so God let them be;—
’Till envy coveted our land,
And those fair fields our valor won;
But little recked we, for we still slept on,
In the land where we were dreaming.
Red meteors flashed across our heaven’s field;
Crimson the moon; between the Twins
Barbed arrows fly, and then begins
Such strife as when disorder’s Chaos reigns,
In the land where we were dreaming.
And waved her cap in sign of Victory—
The world approved, and everywhere,
Except where growled the Russian bear,
The good, the brave, the just gave us their prayer
In the land where we were dreaming.
We challenged place among the world’s great powers;
We talked in sleep of Rank, Commission,
Until so life-like grew our vision
That he who dared to doubt but met derision,
In the land where we were dreaming.
Whose field was blanched and spotless in its sheen—
Chivalry’s cross its Union bears,
And veterans swearing by their scars
Vowed they would bear it through a hundred wars,
In the land where we were dreaming.
At first he lowly knelt—then rose and wept;
Then gathering up a thousand spears
He swept across the field of Mars;
Then bowed farewell and walked beyond the stars,
In the land where we were dreaming.
Gave hope, and nerved each individual will—
Full of grandeur, clothed with power,
Self-poised, erect, he ruled the hour
With stern, majestic sway—of strength a tower,
In the land where we were dreaming.
Gazed eastward from the Forum where he stood,
Rome felt herself secure and free,
So, “Richmond’s safe,” we said, while we
Beheld a bronzéd hero—God-like Lee,
In the land where we were dreaming.
As wakes the mother when the infant falls—
As starts the traveller when around
His sleeping couch the fire-bells sound—
So woke our nation with a single bound,
In the land where we were dreaming.
While we have slept our noble sons have died!
Woe! woe is me! how strange and sad
That all our glorious vision’s fled,
And left us nothing real but the dead,
In the land where we were dreaming.