Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROGER WILLIAMS, by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Listen to his rich words, intoned Last Line: In liberty and law. Subject(s): Providence, Rhode Island; Williams, Roger (1604-1683) | ||||||||
LISTEN to his rich words, intoned To songs of lofty cheer, Who in the howling wilderness, Mid forests wild and drear, Breathed not of exile nor of wrong, Through the long winter nights, But uttered in exulting song, The soul's unchartered rights; Who sought the oracles of God In the heart's veiled shrine, Nor asked the monarch nor the priest, His sacred laws to sign. The brave, high heart that would not yield Its liberty of thought, Far o'er the melancholy main, Through bitter trials brought; But, to a double exile doomed, By Faith's pure guidance led, -- Through the dark labyrinth of life, Held fast her golden thread. Listen! The music of his dream Perchance may linger still In the old familiar places Beneath the emerald hill. The wave-worn rock still breasts the storm On Seekonk's lonely side, Where the dusk natives hailed the bark That bore their gentle guide. The spring that gushed amid the wild In music on his ear, Still pours its waters, undefiled, The fainting heart to cheer. And the fair cove, that slept so calm Beneath o'ershadowing hills, And bore the exile's evening psalm Far up its flowery rills, -- The wave that parted to receive The pilgrim's light canoe, As if an angel's balmy wing Had stirred its waters blue, -- What though the fire-winged courser's breath Has swept its cooling tide, And fast before its withering blast, The rushing wave has dried, Still, narrowed to our crowded mart, -- A fair enchanted mere, -- In the proud city's throbbing heart It sleeps serene and clear. Or turn we to the green hill's side; There, with the spring-time showers, The white-thorn o'er a nameless grave, Rains its pale, silver flowers. Yet memory lingers with the past, Nor vainly seeks to trace His footprints on a rock, whence time Nor tempests can efface; Whereon he planted, fast and deep, The roof-tree of a home Wide as the wings of Love may sweep, Free as her thoughts may roam; Where through all time the saints may dwell, And from pure fountains draw That peace which passeth human thought, In liberty and law. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANONICUS AND ROGER WILLIAMS by ANONYMOUS KEY INTO THE LANGUAGE OF AMERICA: 1. SALUTATIONS by ROSMARIE WALDROP KEY INTO THE LANGUAGE OF AMERICA: 10. OF THE SEASON OF THE YEERE by ROSMARIE WALDROP KEY INTO THE LANGUAGE OF AMERICA: 11. OF TRAVELL by ROSMARIE WALDROP KEY INTO THE LANGUAGE OF AMERICA: 12. CONCERNING THE HEAVENS AND by ROSMARIE WALDROP KEY INTO THE LANGUAGE OF AMERICA: 13. OF THE WEATHER by ROSMARIE WALDROP KEY INTO THE LANGUAGE OF AMERICA: 14. OF THE WINDS by ROSMARIE WALDROP KEY INTO THE LANGUAGE OF AMERICA: 15. OF FOWLE by ROSMARIE WALDROP KEY INTO THE LANGUAGE OF AMERICA: 16. OF THE EARTH AND FRUITS by ROSMARIE WALDROP SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN A NOVEMBER LANDSACPE by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN A SEPTEMBER EVENING ON THE BANKS OF THE MOSHASSUCK by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN |
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