A FOREST HYMN WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT (1794-1878) was one of the foremost American poets. For many years he was editor of the New York Evening Post. His poems show his love of nature and his deep religious feeling. The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, 5 10 15 20 Here in the shadow of this aged wood, Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou 5 Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun, The boast of our vain race to change the form 20 That run along the summit of these trees Comes, scarcely felt; the barky trunks, the ground, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, Passes; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left In all that proud old world beyond the deep, A visible token of the upholding Love, There have been holy men who hid themselves Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus. 5 Retire, and in thy presence reassure My feeble virtue. Here its The passions, at thy plainer footsteps shrink The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods Its cities who forgets not, at the sight architrave (är ́ki-träv): literally "the chief beam"; that which rests immediately on the column or support.—without a witness; see Acts xiv. 17. WAR AND HUMAN BROTHERHOOD WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1780-1842) was an American preacher and writer, famous for his eloquence, his courage, and his high ideals. I have written once and again on war, a hackneyed subject, as it is called, yet one would think too terrible ever to become a commonplace. Is this insanity never 5 to cease? False notions of national honor, as false and unholy as those of the duelist, do most toward fanning this fire. Great nations, like great boys, place their honor in resisting insult and in fighting well. One would think the time had gone by in which nations needed to rush to 10 arms to prove that they were not cowards. If there is one truth which history has taught, it is that communities in all stages of society, from the most barbarous to the most civilized, have sufficient courage. No people can charge upon its conscience that it has not shed blood 15 enough in proof of its valor. Almost any man, under the usual stimulants of the camp, can stand fire. Is it not time that the point of honor should undergo some change, that some glimpses, at least, of the true glory of a nation should be caught by rulers and people? "It is the honor of a man to pass over a transgression," and so it is of states. To be wronged is no disgrace. To bear wrong generously, till every means of conciliation is 20 |