Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79.
America
By Arthur Cleveland Coxe (18181896)O
How flew, like the sea-bird, their sails from the shore;
How westward they stayed not till, breasting the brine,
They hailed Narragansett, the land of the vine?
Were heard as they danced by the moon-lighted wave,
And their golden-haired wives bore them sons of the soil,
While raged with the redskins their feud and turmoil.
That old pillared tower of their fortalice proud,
How it stands solid proof of the sea chieftains’ reign
Ere came with Columbus those galleys of Spain?
By the stout-hearted Cabot made good in its day,—
Of the Cross of St. George on the Chesapeake’s tide,
Where lovely Virginia arose like a bride.
Came Robert of Jamestown, the brave and the blest;
Came Smith, the bold rover, and Rolfe—with his ring,
To wed sweet Matoäka, child of a king.
Of tribes fiercer far than the wolf in his lair;
Of the wild irksome woods, where in ambush they lay;
Of their terror by night and their arrow by day.
Where groves of the orange scent sea-coast and shoals,
Where the froward Atlantic uplifts its last crest,
Where the sun, when he sets, seeks the East from the West:
The fields to the snow-drifts that stretch from the sands,
The wilds they have conquered of mountain and plain,
Those pilgrims have made them fair Freedom’s domain.
’T was the soul of their fathers that kindled and burned,
’T was the blood of the Saxon within them that ran;
They held—to be free is the birthright of man.
Sees cubs of his cave breaking loose from his reign;
Unmeet to be his if they braved not his eye,
He gave them the spirit his own to defy.