Poems (Chilton, 1885)/Grant
GRANT.
Silent some call thee: haply it were well If they who name thee so could earn a fame For deeds not words as thou hast. 'Twere the sameWert thou as clamorous as a new-swung bell: The carping malcontents would still cry blame.
The nation trusted thee when sore beset, Battling for life against her recreant foes; She placed thee where thou art, when came reposeAnd the sheathed sword,—and she will trust thee yet. Noiseless the mighty stream resistless flows,Whilst shallow brooklets o'er their pebbles fret.