On the martyred patriot's bed,
And the rocks shall raise their head,

Of his deeds to tell?

Biographical and Historical: John Pierpont was a Unitarian clergy. man of Connecticut, who published several volumes of poetry. General Joseph Warren was one of the generals in command of the patriot army at the battle of Bunker Hill, and was killed in the battle. He was counted one of the bravest and most unselfish patriots of the Revolutionary War. In this poem we have the poet's idea of how General Warren inspired his men.


Behind him lay the gray Azores,

Behind the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghosts of shores,

Before him only shoreless seas.
The good mate said: “Now must we pray,

For lo! the very stars are gone.
Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?"

“Why, say “sail on! sail on! and on!”

“My men grow mutinous day by day;

My men grow ghastly wan and weak.”
The stout mate thought of home; a spray

Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek.
“What shall I say, brave Admiral, say,

If we sight naught but seas at dawn ?” “Why, you shall say at break of day,

Sail on! sail on! and on!'”



*Taken from The Complete Poetical Works of Joaquin Miller (copy. righted), by permission of The Whitaker & Ray Company.


They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow.

Until at last the blanched mate said:
“Why, now not even God would know

Should I and all my men fall dead.
These very winds forget their way,

For God from these dread seas is gone,
Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say” —

He said: “Sail on! sail on! and on!"

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They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate;

"This mad sea shows his teeth to-night.
He curls his lip, he lies in wait,

With lifted teeth, as if to bite !
Brave Admiral, say but one good word :

What shall we do when hope is gone?”
The words leapt like a leaping sword;

“Sail on! sail on! and on!”.

Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck,

And peered through darkness. Ah, that night
Of all dark nights! And then a speck-

A light! A light! A light! A light !
It grew, a starlit flag unfurled!

It grew to be Time's burst of dawn.
He gained a world; he gave that world

Its grandest lesson: “On! sail on!”

Biographical and Historical: Cincinnatus Heine Miller (Joaquin Thoa'kin] Miller) was born in Indiana in 1841. Joining the general movement to the West after the discovery of gold, his parents moved to the Pacific coast in 1850. He died in 1914.

"In point of power, workmanship, and feeling, among all the poems written by Americans, we are inclined to give first place to 'The Port of Ships,' or Columbus,' by Joaquin Miller.''-London Athenaeum.

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Biographical and Historical: Rudyard Kipling was born Christmas week, 1865, in Bombay. After school life in England, he returned to India at the age of seventeen, to do journalistic work. His tales of Indian life and his ballads describing the life of the British soldier won immediate favor. Perhaps he is best known to the boys and girls as the author of the Jungle Books. From 1892 to 1896 he lived in the United States. This poem, which appeared in 1897, at the time of the Queen's Jubilee, struck a warning note against the arrogance of power.



It is almost a definition of a gentleman to say he is one who never inflicts pain. This description is both refined and, as far as it goes, accurate. He is mainly occupied in. merely

removing the obstacles which hinder the free and unembar5 rassed action of those about him; and he concurs with their

movements rather than takes the initiative himself. His benefits may be considered as parallel to what are called comforts or conveniences in arrangements of a personal nature: like

an easy-chair or a good fire, which do their part in dispelling 10 cold and fatigue, though nature provides both means of rest and

animal heat without them. The true gentleman in like manner carefully avoids whatever may cause a jar or a jolt in the minds of those with whom he is cast; — all clashing of opinion, or

collision of feeling, all restraint, or suspicion, or gloom, or resent15 ment; his great concern being to make every one at their ease

and at home. He has his eyes on all his company; he is tender toward the bashful, gentle toward the distant, and merciful toward the absurd; he can recollect to whom he is speaking; he

guards against unseasonable allusions, or topics which may irri20 tate; he is seldom prominent in conversation, and never weari

some. He makes light of favors while he does them, and seems to be receiving when he is conferring. He never speaks of himself except when compelled, never defends himself by a mere

retort; he has no ears for slander or gossip, is scrupulous in :5 imputing motives to those who interfere with him, and interprets

everything for the best. He is never mean or little in his disputes, never takes unfair advantage, never mistakes personalities or sharp sayings for arguments, or insinuates evil which he dare

not say out. From a long-sighted prudence, he observes the 30 maxim of the ancient sage, that we should ever conduct ourselves

toward our enemy as if he were one day to be our friend. He has too much good sense to be affronted at insults; he is too well employed to remember injuries, and too indolent to bear malice.

He is patient, forbearing, and resigned, on philosophical prin35 ciples; he submits to pain because it is inevitable, to bereavement

because it is irreparable, and to death because it is his destiny. If he engages in controversy of any kind, his disciplined intellect preserves him from the blundering discourtesy of better, perhaps,

but less educated minds; who, like blunt weapons, tear and hack 40 instead of cutting clean, who mistake the point in argument,

waste their strength on trifles, misconceive their adversary, and leave the question more involved than they find it. He may be right or wrong in his opinion, but he is too clear-headed to be

unjust; he is as simple as he is forcible, and as brief as he is 45 decisive. Nowhere shall we find greater candor, consideration,

indulgence: he throws himself into the minds of his opponents, he accounts for their mistakes. He knows the weakness of human reason as well as its strength, its province, and its limits.

Biographical: John Henry Newman, 1801-1890, a distinguished Prelate was born in London. He graduated from Trinity College, Oxford, and became noted both as a scholar and a writer. “Lead, Kindly Light,'' a poem of rare beauty, was written by him while on a voyage in the Mediterranean Sea. This selection is from his book, “The Idea of a University''. He was made a cardinal in 1879.

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