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ode. inscribed to w. h. channing. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems) [1909]

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The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. Fireside Edition (Boston and New York, 1909).

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ode.
inscribed to w. h. channing.

    • Though loath to grieve
    • The evil time's sole patriot,
    • I cannot leave
    • My honied thought
    • For the priest's cant,
    • Or statesman's rant.
    • If I refuse
    • My study for their politique,
    • Which at the best is trick,
    • The angry Muse
    • Puts confusion in my brain.
    • But who is he that prates
    • Of the culture of mankind,
    • Of better arts and life?
    • Go, blindworm, go,
    • Behold the famous States
    • Harrying Mexico
    • With rifle and with knife!
    • Or who, with accent bolder,
    • Dare praise the freedom-loving mountaineer?
    • I found by thee, O rushing Contoocook!
    • And in thy valleys, Agiochook!
    • The jackals of the negro-holder.
    • The God who made New Hampshire
    • Taunted the lofty land
    • With little men;—
    • Small bat and wren
    • House in the oak:—
    • If earth-fire cleave
    • The upheaved land, and bury the folk,
    • The southern crocodile would grieve.
    • Virtue palters; Right is hence;
    • Freedom praised, but hid;
    • Funeral eloquence
    • Rattles the coffin-lid.
    • What boots thy zeal,
    • O glowing friend,
    • That would indignant rend
    • The northland from the south?
    • Wherefore? to what good end?
    • Boston Bay and Bunker Hill
    • Would serve things still;—
    • Things are of the snake.
    • The horseman serves the horse,
    • The neatherd serves the neat,
    • The merchant serves the purse,
    • The eater serves his meat;
    • 'T is the day of the chattel,
    • Web to weave, and corn to grind;
    • Things are in the saddle,
    • And ride mankind.
    • There are two laws discrete,
    • Not reconciled,—
    • Law for man, and law for thing!
    • The last builds town and fleet,
    • But it runs wild,
    • And doth the man unking.
    • 'T is fit the forest fall,
    • The steep be graded,
    • The mountain tunnelled,
    • The sand shaded,
    • The orchard planted,
    • The glebe tilled,
    • The prairie granted,
    • The steamer built
    • Let man serve law for man;
    • Live for friendship, live for love,
    • For truth's and harmony's behoof;
    • The state may follow how it can,
    • As Olympus follows Jove.
    • Yet do not I implore
    • The wrinkled shopman to my sounding woods,
    • Nor bid the unwilling senator
    • Ask votes of thrushes in the solitudes
    • Every one to his chosen work;—
    • Foolish hands may mix and mar;,
    • Wise and sure the issues are.
    • Round they roll till dark is light,
    • Sex to sex, and even to odd;—
    • The over-god
    • Who marries Right to Might,
    • Who peoples, unpeoples,—
    • He who exterminates
    • Races by stronger races,
    • Black by white faces,—
    • knows to bring honey
    • Out of the lion;
    • Grafts gentlest scion
    • On pirate and Turk.
    • The Cossack eats Poland,
    • Like stolen fruit;
    • Her last noble is ruined,
    • Her last poet mute:
    • Straight, into double band
    • The victors divide;
    • Half for freedom strike and stand;—
    • The astonished Muse finds thousands at her side,