Dedication





Prefixed to the volume of which the group of six poems following this

prelude constituted the first portion.



I WOULD the gift I offer here

Might graces from thy favor take,

And, seen through Friendship's atmosphere,

On softened lines and coloring, wear

The unaccustomed light of beauty, for thy sake.



Few leaves of Fancy's spring remain

But what I have I give to thee,

The o'er-sunned bloom of summer's plain,

And paler flowers, the latter rain

Calls from the westering slope of life's autumnal lea.



Above the fallen groves of green,

Where youth's enchanted forest stood,

Dry root and mossed trunk between,

A sober after-growth is seen,

As springs the pine where falls the gay-leafed maple wood!



Yet birds will sing, and breezes play

Their leaf-harps in the sombre tree;

And through the bleak and wintry day

It keeps its steady green alway,--

So, even my after-thoughts may have a charm for thee.



Art's perfect forms no moral need,

And beauty is its own excuse;

But for the dull and flowerless weed

Some healing virtue still must plead,

And the rough ore must find its honors in its use.



So haply these, my simple lays

Of homely toil, may serve to show

The orchard bloom and tasselled maize

That skirt and gladden duty's ways,

The unsung beauty hid life's common things below.



Haply from them the toiler, bent

Above his forge or plough, may gain,

A manlier spirit of content,

And feel that life is wisest spent

Where the strong working hand makes strong the

working brain.



The doom which to the guilty pair

Without the walls of Eden came,

Transforming sinless ease to care

And rugged toil, no more shall bear

The burden of old crime, or mark of primal shame.



A blessing now, a curse no more;

Since He, whose name we breathe with awe,

The coarse mechanic vesture wore,

A poor man toiling with the poor,

In labor, as in prayer, fulfilling the same law.

1850.





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