Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
Old St. PaulsArthur Upson
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Turmoil of men in their strong, brief years,
Conquest, honour, failure and sin!—
Rest for a moment the eyes and the ears;
Step through this gate for a while with me
Where struggles pause, and thought is free.
Under the trees of old St. Paul’s.
Ninety summers have flowered and flown,
Round these ivied Georgian walls,
Since they cut in the headstone grey
The name of “Antipass Hathaway.”
Touched—would you say?—by the lips of joy
Into eternal youthfulness—
Spirit abiding forever boy!
“March 29th,”—so they brought him here
In the very bud of the welling year.
Line after line in martial row,
Hinting at bivouac, storm, and trench
Under the Comte de Rochambeau:
Valiant indeed, from far Champagne
Adventured the “Sieur de Rochefontaine.”
Mark the shaft with its moral urn;
There, where the red rose-bushes bud,
A few spent petals, you notice, burn
Against the letters chiselled plain:
“Of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane.”
An actor renowned in his day, forsooth;
See how they loved his memory:
“Repaired by” … “Sothern,” “Kean,” and “Booth,”
“And by The Players.”—Such fame’s enough!
“Dreams” made his life: We are all “such stuff!”
Over the grasses of Bowling Green,
And the brave young captain with his troops
Charging into the battle-scene,
And the actor accomplished, praised by all—
Who gathered them here ’neath the churchyard wall?