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OTHER VERSE 145 |
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A big canoe, with wide and snow-white wings.
Let all that was so still and dull awake. The Anglo-Saxon comes, and, faith, he bears
The key to treasure vaults—strong enterprise— Before him hindrance fails, and where he halts Resources yield, and throbbing cities rise. Columbia sends a hardy host, and bold, To raze, to build, to conquer and to hold.
So here arose the walls of Dearborn fort,
And close about, the hopeful pioneer His cabin built, and earnest laid his plans
For fortune, health, increase and goodly cheer. A village grew apace, and promise shone
Effulgent where the wilderness had stood; Here traffic blazed its never-halting way,
And fell before the axe the ancient wood;
The plowshare turned the deep and virgin soil, And rich reward marched side by side with toil.
But ever 'gainst enlightenment's advance,
Stands, stubborn, stern and threatening, a foe; The best must always fight its opening way,
And gain its goal through trial, hate and woe. Beside the just and noble ones, who came
To civilize the western wilds and raise The structure of exalted state, were knaves
Of every mean degree, and shape, and phase, |
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