Poems (Jackson)/Welcome
ELCOME! Perhaps the simple word says all,And yet, when from a country's earnest heartIt sudden springs, quick pride and triumph start,Eager as love, and even hold in thrallOf silence love's own speech, while they recallHow in all men's great deeds of life and artTheir native land immortal share and partMust keep.Must keep.But thou, O royal soul, how smallSuch laurels unto thee, we know who loveThee, and whom thou hast loved! We dare to bringTo thee this mite of silent offering,And know how it thy great, warm heart will move,That, dumb with joy, we find no voice as yet,And cannot see, because our eyes are wet!
WELCOME.
TO C. C.
ELCOME! Perhaps the simple word says all,And yet, when from a country's earnest heartIt sudden springs, quick pride and triumph start,Eager as love, and even hold in thrallOf silence love's own speech, while they recallHow in all men's great deeds of life and artTheir native land immortal share and partMust keep.Must keep.But thou, O royal soul, how smallSuch laurels unto thee, we know who loveThee, and whom thou hast loved! We dare to bringTo thee this mite of silent offering,And know how it thy great, warm heart will move,That, dumb with joy, we find no voice as yet,And cannot see, because our eyes are wet!