MARCH FOURTH
1881-1882
One year ago the plaudits of the crowd,
The drum's long thunder and the bugle's blare,
The bell's gay clamor, pealing clear and loud,
And rapturous music filling all the air
The drum's long thunder and the bugle's blare,
The bell's gay clamor, pealing clear and loud,
And rapturous music filling all the air
One year ago, on roofs and domes and spires,
Ten thousand banners bursting into bloom
As the proud day advanced its golden fires,
And all the crowding centuries gave it room;
Ten thousand banners bursting into bloom
As the proud day advanced its golden fires,
And all the crowding centuries gave it room;
One year ago the laurel and the palm,
The upward path, the height undimmed and far,
And in the clear, strong light, serene and calm,
One high, pure spirit, shining like a star!
The upward path, the height undimmed and far,
And in the clear, strong light, serene and calm,
One high, pure spirit, shining like a star!
To-day—for loud acclaims the long lament;
For shouts of triumph, tears that fall like rain;
A world remembering, with anguish rent,
Thy long, unmurmuring martyrdom of pain!
For shouts of triumph, tears that fall like rain;
A world remembering, with anguish rent,
Thy long, unmurmuring martyrdom of pain!
The year moves on; the seasons come and go;
Day follows day, and pale stars rise and set;
Oh! in yon radiant heaven dost thou know
The land that loved thee never can forget?
Day follows day, and pale stars rise and set;
Oh! in yon radiant heaven dost thou know
The land that loved thee never can forget?
