English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
772. Boston Hymn
Read in Music Hall, January 1, 1863T
To the watching Pilgrims came,
As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.
I suffer them no more;
Up to my ear the morning brings
The outrage of the poor.
A field of havoc and war,
Where tyrants great and tyrants small
Might harry the weak and poor?
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut pathways east and west
And fend you with his wing.
Which I hid of old time in the West,
As the sculptor uncovers the statue
When he has wrought his best;
Which dip their foot in the seas
And soar to the air-borne flocks
Of clouds and the boreal fleece.
Call in the wretch and slave:
None shall rule but the humble,
And none but Toil shall have.
No lineage counted great;
Fishers and choppers and ploughmen
Shall constitute a state.
And trim the straightest boughs;
Cut down trees in the forest
And build me a wooden house.
The young men and the sires,
The digger in the harvest-field,
Hireling and him that hires;
They shall choose men to rule
In every needful faculty,
In church and state and school.
Can govern the land and sea
And make just laws below the sun,
As planets faithful be.
’Tis nobleness to serve;
Help them who cannot help again:
Beware from right to swerve.
And I unchain the slave:
Free be his heart and hand henceforth
As wind and wandering wave.
His proper good to flow:
As much as he is and doeth,
So much he shall bestow.
To coin his labor and sweat,
He goes in pawn for his victim
For eternal years in debt.
So only are ye unbound;
Lift up a people from the dust,
Trump of their rescue, sound!
And fill the bag to the brim.
Who is the owner? The slave is owner,
And ever was. Pay him.
And honor, O South! for his shame;
Nevada! coin thy golden crags
With Freedom’s image and name.
That sat in darkness long,—
Be swift their feet as antelopes,
And as behemoth strong.
By races, as snow flakes,
And carry my purpose forth,
Which neither halts nor shakes.
For, in daylight or in dark,
My thunderbolt has eyes to see
His way home to the mark.