Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SHIP CANAL FROM THE ATLANTIC TO THE PACIFIC, by FRANCIS LIEBER First Line: Rend america asunder Last Line: "make the ocean free." Subject(s): Panama Canal; Canal Zone | ||||||||
AN ODE TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE AND THEIR CONGRESS, ON READING THE MESSAGE OF THE UNITED STATES PRESIDENT IN DECEMBER, 1'47 REND America asunder And unite the Binding Sea That emboldens man and tempers -- Make the ocean free. Break the bolt that bars the passage, That our River richly pours Western wealth to western nations; Let that sea be ours -- Ours by all the hardy whalers, By the pointing Oregon, By the west-impelled and working, Unthralled Saxon son. Long indeed they have been wooing, The Pacific and his bride; Now 't is time for holy wedding -- Join them by the tide. Have the snowy surfs not struggled Many centuries in vain That their lips might seal the Union? Lock them main to main. When the mighty God of nature Made this favored continent, He allowed it yet unsevered, That a race be sent, Able, mindful of his purpose, Prone to people, to subdue, And to bind the land with iron, Or to force it through. What the prophet-navigator, Seeking straits to his Catais, But began, now consummate it -- Make the strait and pass. Blessed the eyes that shall behold it, When the pointing boom shall veer, Leading through the parted Andes, While the nations cheer! There at Suez, Europe's mattock Cuts the briny road with skill, And must Darien bid defiance To the pilot still? Do we breathe this breath of Knowledge Purely to enjoy its zest? Shall the iron arm of science Like a sluggard rest? Up then, at it! earnest people! Bravely wrought thy scorning blade, But there's fresher fame in store yet, Glory for the spade. What we want is naught in envy, And for all we pioneer; Let the keels of every nation Through the isthmus steer. Must the globe be always girded Ere we get to Bramah's priest? Take the tissues of your Lowells Westward to the East. Ye, that vanquish pain and distance, Ye, enmeshing Time with wire, Court ye patiently forever Yon Antarctic ire? Shall the mariner forever Double the impending capes, While his longsome and retracing Needless course he shapes? What was daring for our fathers, To defy those billows fierce, Is but tame for their descendants; We are bid to pierce. Ye that fight with printing armies, Settle sons on forlorn track, As the Romans flung their eagles, But to win them back. Who, undoubting, worship boldness, And, if baffled, bolder rise, Shall we lag when grandeur beckons To this good emprize? Let the vastness not appal us; Greatness is thy destiny. Let the doubters not recall us: Venture suits the free. Like a seer, I see her throning, WINLAND strong in freedom's health, Warding peace on both the waters, Widest Commonwealth. Crowned with wreaths that still grow greener, Guerdon for untiring pain, For the wise, the stout, and steadfast: Rend the land in twain. Cleave America asunder, This is worthy work for thee. Hark! The seas roll up imploring "Make the ocean free." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF PANAMA by ALFRED DAMON RUNYON THE PRESIDENT (THE PANAMA TOLLS) by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON PANAMA; HOME OF THE DOVE-PLANT OR HOLY GHOST FLOWER by AMANDA THEODOSIA JONES LIGHT OF THE SOUTHERN CROSS; POEM ON UNION OF THE OCEANS AT PANAMA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE FLAG; AN INCIDENT OF STRAIN'S EXPEDITION by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE TIDES AT PANAMA by JOHN BANISTER TABB CUT ACROSS; A SONG OF THE PANAMA CANAL by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS THE CHRIST OF PANAMA by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS A CHANNEL PASSAGE by RUPERT BROOKE |
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