John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Poems of NatureOn Receiving an Eagles Quill from Lake Superior
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Upon my heart have lain,
Like shadows on the winter sky,
Like frost upon the pane;
And, on thy Eagle’s plume,
Rides forth, like Sindbad on his bird,
Or witch upon her broom!
Before me spreads the lake
Whose long and solemn-sounding waves
Against the sunset break.
The grain he has not sown;
I see, with flashing scythe of fire,
The prairie harvest mown!
I see the Yankee’s trail,—
His foot on every mountain-pass,
On every stream his sail.
I see his pedler show;
The mighty mingling with the mean,
The lofty with the low.
Upon his loaded wain;
He ’s measuring o’er the Pictured Rocks,
With eager eyes of gain.
The axe-stroke in the dell,
The clamor from the Indian lodge,
The Jesuit chapel bell!
From Mississippi’s springs;
And war-chiefs with their painted brows,
And crests of eagle wings.
The steamer smokes and raves;
And city lots are staked for sale
Above old Indian graves.
Of nations yet to be;
The first low wash of waves, where soon
Shall roll a human sea.
Are plastic yet and warm;
The chaos of a mighty world
Is rounding into form!
Its fitting place shall find,—
The raw material of a State,
Its muscle and its mind!
The New World in its train
Has tipped with fire the icy spears
Of many a mountain chain.
Are kindling on its way;
And California’s golden sands
Gleam brighter in its ray!
As, wandering far and wide,
I thank thee for this twilight dream
And Fancy’s airy ride!
Which Western trappers find,
Thy free and pleasant thoughts, chance sown,
Like feathers on the wind.
Whose glistening quill I hold;
Thy home the ample air of hope,
And memory’s sunset gold!
And strength unite with love,
The eagle’s pinions folding round
The warm heart of the dove!
Where still the blind bird clings,
The sunshine of the upper sky
Shall glitter on thy wings!