Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79.
The Merrimac Revisited
By John Greenleaf Whittier (18071892)T
Vex the air of our vales no more;
The spear is beaten to hooks of pruning,
The share is the sword the soldier wore!
Under thy banks of laurel bloom;
Softly and sweet, as the hour beseemeth,
Sing us the songs of peace and home.
Temper the triumph and chasten mirth,
Full of the infinite love and pity
For fallen martyr and darkened hearth.
And the oil of joy for mourning long,
Let thy hills give thanks, and all thy waters
Break into jubilant waves of song!
The sweet aroma of birch and pine,
Give us a waft of the north-wind laden
With sweetbrier odors and breath of kine!
Shadows of clouds that rake the hills,
The green repose of thy Plymouth meadows,
The gleam and ripple of Campton rills.
Slaves of fancy, through all thy miles,
The winding ways of Pemigewasset,
And Winnipisaukee’s hundred isles.
Laugh in thy plunges from fall to fall;
Play with thy fringes of elms, and darken
Under the shade of the mountain wall.
Here in thy glory and strength repeat;
Give us a taste of thy upland music,
Show us the dance of thy silver feet.
Pour the music and weave the flowers;
With the song of birds and bloom of meadows
Lighten and gladden thy heart and ours.
The joy of the hills to the waiting sea;
The wealth of the vales, the pomp of mountains,
The breath of the woodlands, bear with thee.
Mirth and labor shall hold their truce;
Dance of water and mill of grinding,
Both are beauty and both are use.
Pride and hope of our home and race,—
Freedom lending to rugged labor
Tints of beauty and lines of grace.
Hear our greetings and take our thanks;
Hither we come, as Eastern pilgrims
Throng to the Jordan’s sacred banks.
Though never his word has stilled thy waves,
Well for us may thy shores be holy,
With Christian altars and saintly graves.
Of fairer valleys and streams than these,
Where the rivers of God are full of water,
And full of sap are his healing trees!