The cargo came! and who could blame
  If Indians seized the tea,
And, chest by chest, let down the same,
  Into the laughing sea? 
For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land or life, if freedom fail?

The townsmen braved the English king,
  Found friendship in the French,
And honor joined the patriot ring
  Low on their wooden bench.

O bounteous seas that never fail! 
  O day remembered yet! 
O happy port that spied the sail
  Which wafted Lafayette! 
Pole-star of light in Europe’s night,
That never faltered from the right.

Kings shook with fear, old empires crave
  The secret force to find
Which fired the little State to save
  The rights of all mankind.

But right is might through all the world;
  Province to province faithful clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
  Till Freedom cheered and joy-bells rung.

The sea returning day by day
  Restores the world-wide mart;
So let each dweller on the Bay
  Fold Boston in his heart,
Till these echoes be choked with snows,
Or over the town blue ocean flows.

Let the blood of her hundred thousands
  Throb in each manly vein;
And the wits of all her wisest,
  Make sunshine in her brain. 
For you can teach the lightning speech,
And round the globe your voices reach.

And each shall care for other,
  And each to each shall bend,
To the poor a noble brother,
  To the good an equal friend.

A blessing through the ages thus
  Shield all thy roofs and towers! 
GOD WITH THE FATHERS, SO WITH US,
  Thou darling town of ours!

LETTERS

Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear. 
Looking seaward, well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word they wish to hear.

RUBIES

They brought me rubies from the mine,
  And held them to the sun;
I said, they are drops of frozen wine
  From Eden’s vats that run.

I looked again,—­I thought them hearts
  Of friends to friends unknown;
Tides that should warm each neighboring life
  Are locked in sparkling stone.

But fire to thaw that ruddy snow,
  To break enchanted ice,
And give love’s scarlet tides to flow,—­
  When shall that sun arise?

MERLIN’S SONG

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Of Merlin wise I learned a song,—­
Sing it low or sing it loud,
It is mightier than the strong,
And punishes the proud. 
I sing it to the surging crowd,—­
Good men it will calm and cheer,
Bad men it will chain and cage—­
In the heart of the music peals a strain
Which only angels hear;
Whether it waken joy or rage
Hushed myriads hark in vain,
Yet they who hear it shed their age,
And take their youth again.