POETRY.
VISION.
(In Alcaics.)
I SAW the nations' barbaric armaments Over the crimson sea, city, continent Close fast in one death-shock sepulchral,
Melt on a glance in a misty vapour, Then burgeoning forth like legacies divine From kindly dead men, fruitful of all promise, Blaze into deep-burthen'd domestic Argosies all in a rose-red ocean.
No longer human genius hand in hand Mor'd with the foulest frenzy to man's ruin, Nor Slander and Science in harness Rode ravening, resonant, refulgent.
I saw the peoples prosperous, at the feet Of Law recumbent; Justice in high habit; One court of one code universal, Arbiter omnipotent, unhasting.
Over the calm earth Humanity's spirit Quicken'd to ripeness, full sovereign civic Empire in its bounds empyreal, Link'd to a life of a larger emprise.
HAROLD P. COOKE.
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