Hung darkly o'er its mighty wilderness,
Then fled in storm, leaving a wondrous light
Like morn of splendor flashed from rayless night,
Under the lullaby of waving grass
What powers slept, what life, what loveliness!
O'er the wide grave divinest incense blew
As flower goblets spilled their perfumed dew;
And sacrament was in the mystic spell
Of solitudes rife with the invisible.
Silence sublime! poetic mood of earth
Ere flower roots turn gems of human worth.
But list, wild roses! hear the rushing wing
That fans to life more glorious blossoming!
The purple seas, presto! were green and gold
As magic like the billowy map unrolled;
The starry pendulum of destiny
Swung wide, driven by the winds of Liberty.
For Freedom's angel 'twas whose tempest sweep
Awaked the prairies from their deathful sleep;
And o'er their portals crossed the shining words,
"Virtue, courage, culture," as sentry swords.
And now, the fantasies of Freedom's thought
On nature's page in forms and colors wrought,
Mirror in the blue depths of matchless skies
The shadow of an earthly paradise;
And fix upon our country's flag a star,
Like Venus shines in peace, like Mars in war.
__A. A. B. Cavaness.
Poems by Two Brothers
A. A. B. Cavaness & J. M. Cavaness
(Chetopa: J. M. Cavaness and Son. 1896)