She holds her even way the same, Though navies sink or cities flame; A snowdrop is a snowdrop still, despite the nation's joy or shame. When blood her grassy altar wets, She sends the pitying violets, To heal the outrage with their bloom, and cover it with soft regrets. WASHINGTON. Virginia gave us this imperial man Cast in the massive mould Of those high-statured ages old Which into grander forms our mortal metal ran; She gave us this unblemished gentleman: What shall we give her back but love and praise As in the dear old unestranged days Before the inevitable wrong began? Mother of States and undiminished men, Thou gavest us a country, giving him, And we owe always what we owed thee then: The boon thou wouldst have snatched from us again A great man's memory is the only thing With influence to outlast the present whim And bind us as when here he knit our golden ring. All of him that was subject to the hours Lies in thy soil and makes it part of ours: Across more recent graves, Where unresentful Nature waves Her pennons o'er the shot-ploughed sod, Proclaiming the sweet Truce of God, We from this consecrated plain stretch out Poured her embrowned manhood forth In welcome of our saviour and thy son. SPRINGFIELD, MASS. (The Arsenal at Springfield.) Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, Will mingle with their awful symphonies! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer, Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, And loud, amid the universal clamor, O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong. I hear the Florentine, who from his palace Beat the wild war-drum made of serpent's skin; The tumult of each sacked and burning village; CANADA. LAND of mighty lake and forest! Where uncultivated Nature Rears her pines of giant stature,— Where the crane her course is steering, And the eagle is careering; Where the gentle deer are bounding, To our hearts thou'rt dear forever! MONTREAL, CANADA. MOUNT ROYAL rises proudly up the blue, With what an undissembled pride of mien OTTAWA, CANADA. Imperium in Imperio. In Ottawa, the lord of Lorne, Young Campbell, clansman of Argyll, A court shall hold to put to scorn All courts but that of Britain's isle; Strange chief's through many an hundred mile Of trackless woods, will seek Louise, To change their welcome for her smile, Of Saxon aspect, proud of mien, Stern as their Caledonian shore, What men are these in furred array? These be the lords of Labrador, And these the dukes of Hudson's Bay. The dwellers where the waters fall And they who Durham uplands reap, Whose large dominion shall outgrow The imperial island in the deep, Though Time her empire should o'erthrow. QUEBEC, CANADA. (Memories of Quebec.) A FAR Quebec exalts her crest on high, The anchored fleets of commerce proudly ride. Huge cliffs above precipitous that frown, |