Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRANCIS PARKMAN, by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: He rests from toil; the portals of the tomb Last Line: His name will shine among its morning stars. Subject(s): Parkman, Francis (1823-1893) | ||||||||
HE rests from toil; the portals of the tomb Close on the last of those unwearying hands That wove their pictured webs in History's loom, Rich with the memories of three distant lands. One wrought the record of the Royal Pair Who saw the great Discoverer's sail unfurled, Happy his more than regal prize to share, The spoils, the wonders, of the sunset world. There, too, he found his theme; upreared anew, Our eyes beheld the vanished Aztec shrines, And all the silver splendors of Peru That lured the conqueror to her fatal mines. Nor less remembered he who told the tale Of empire wrested from the strangling sea; Of Leyden's woe, that turned his readers pale, The price of unborn freedom yet to be; Who taught the New World what the Old could teach; Whose silent hero, peerless as our own, By deeds that mocked the feeble breath of speech Called up to life a State without a Throne. As year by year his tapestry unrolled, What varied wealth its growing length displayed! What long processions flamed in cloth of gold! What stately forms their flowing robes arrayed! Not such the scenes our later craftsman drew; Not such the shapes his darker pattern held; A deeper shadow lent its sober hue, A sadder tale his tragic task compelled. He told the red man's story; far and wide He searched the unwritten records of his race; He sat a listener at the Sachem's side, He tracked the hunter through his wildwood chase. High o'er his head the soaring eagle screamed; The wolf's long howl rang nightly; through the vale Tramped the lone bear; the panther's eyeballs gleamed; The bison's gallop thundered on the gale. Soon o'er the horizon rose the cloud of strife, -- Two proud, strong nations battling for the prize, -- Which swarming host should mould a nation's life, Which royal banner float the western skies. Long raged the conflict; on the crimson sod Native and alien joined their hosts in vain; The lilies withered where the Lion trod, Till Peace lay panting on the ravaged plain. A nobler task was theirs who strove to win The blood-stained heathen to the Christian fold, To free from Satan's clutch the slaves of sin; Their labors, too, with loving grace he told. Halting with feeble step, or bending o'er The sweet-breathed roses which he loved so well, While through long years his burdening cross he bore, From those firm lips no coward accents fell. A brave, bright memory! his the stainless shield No shame defaces and no envy mars! When our far future's record is unsealed, His name will shine among its morning stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA DIALOGUE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A SUN-DAY HYMN [OR LAMENT] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BILL AND JOE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES CACOETHES SCRIBENDI by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES |
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