•3b7 E 687 .S26 Copy 1 J CLTPeS rvWarn GarField lOTTne ts o\ ^e\nsatlon ar\^ event. "Bv Jolm Savary- ^.'f.- Hn ^l(moi-i)im. JAMES A. GARFIELD. f ■^ ■i^'ii -'31- L ^ m iffisW. VlRESqUE ADC^IRIT EUNDO. COPYRIGHT: :JOHN SAVARY. 1881. GUi I s fy^^' i SONNETS OK SENSATION AND EVENT BY JOHN SAVflRY. I. (iKADiA I KD. — Williams ('ollci^e, 1856. 11. I.AIKKA I'Ei). — Chickamauga, September 20, iS6^. III. Xo.MiNATK.D. — Chicago, June 8, 1880. IV. Ki.ECTEU. — November 2, 1880. V. Fki.HITATEI). — November 4, 18S0. VI. lN.vu(;uR.vrED. — March 4, 1881. \'II. Ass.vssiNATED. — July 2, 1881. VIII. Compassionated. IX. RkCUI'ERATEI). X. Relapsed. XI. Recovered. XII. CoNGR.\TUL.VrED. After the Tr.\gedy of July 2d. %, ^ Grabnnlcb. When you recall the faces you have met At school or college, be it royal George, Or James, or Charles who is remembered, storge. Or something like it in your bosom yet Stirs for a moment as the mind is set. You struck good blows in earnest at the forge Of learning stationed in that mountain gorge Spanned by the rainbow of a mild regret ! I saw you then a great, good-natured boy. But scarcely dreamed of empire in your brain. Yet you bear rule, and dignities, a train ; And Alma Mater with exceeding joy Was there to greet you — but the horror drops A day of mourning on her mountain tops. II. Iniircntcb. Bafi'ised in spirit, and also in fire, Must that man be, a leader of the flock, Born for affairs, and come of noble stock, Innately noble like your great grandsire At Concord Bridge, who helped the foe retire. Sprung from such loins, of course, you stood the shock Of battle firm as (lhi( kamauga's Rock, ^ And heard God speak out of the whirlwind nigher " DuLCE ET DEfORUM," — you learned how great The idea of country, and the laureled meed. And there, I think, you got your doctorate, Your letters patent, worth's true title-deed. With war's red seal upon't, and stamped by fate : Ah, of what glorious fruit was this the seed I III. l]uminalcb. Superior virtue goes among the crowd Unseen at all times, but yet not unknown ; For in a thousand ways is virtue shown. With vital force and energy endowed, It draws all hearts and minds, as draws the cloud From earth to hea\cn the bosomed lightnings flown. Till by some Power to full effulgence blown, The godlike man steps from his golden shroud. From depths of poverty and prenatal gloom The hero comes to providential view. The shouting thousands at Chicago knew Garfield^ was for-the-field, and when the '• boom Started, all went — the eagle* flew, and he Perched on his pole like winged Victory. m^ T-V. Ix c<|ual strength arrayed, when two great powers On battle eve give challenge and reply, With name for name appealed unto the sky. Victorious counted by the telling Hours, Which shall be foremost in this land of ours ? Answer, O People, with decisive cry To Chance, the game's up 1 cease to spin the die Doubtful, dispelling the dark cloud that lowers ! The torch lights pale, but yet the welkin rings Far round the hills, and to the distant coasts. A tower of strength is Garfield's name which brings The thunder of the shoutings of the hosts. But now the banners of the chiefs advance, God send the country safe deliverance ! AT. itilitbh. When to the summit thou shalt come elect By strenuous toil, and by the golden dower Of hearts and hopes to blossom in an hour Of happy fortune, standing there erect Before the altar sworn with due respect To consecrate your life's best fruit and flower. Remember that the top of human power In prospect green, is bald in retrospect. And therefore think that when these sugar-hearts That lick thee now, shall melt and fall away, Unless thou bear a touchstone in thy mind. Thou shalt become a prey to subtile arts. And find not friends, but flatterers who betray Thy soul to bondage, like a Samson blind. ^^x. Inaujtirfili^h. Why doth the sun with so presagetul glare This wild march weather, as in sorrow drowned, Look i)ale with grief to see your wishes crowned ? I draw this omen from the cloudy chair Of Phcebus borne to a serener air : The course of your administration sound, Stormy at first, shall in the end be found Like * Freia's day, the golden, prosperous fair. It is the season of good wishes now ; Then welcome in the name of all the people ! The while they bind this laurel on your brow, The cannon speaks, and joy-bells rock the steeple. Your sails are set ; and fair before the wind, Your course is clear, the future undefined. wxx. J[$$as$inalri:t. Was it tor this, dear friend, that you had won By toilsome steps your way to place and power? For this you climbed above the clouds that lower With lurid tempest in the rising sun Of lawful sway, and wide dominion ? And when you stood at the consummate flower Of all your greatness, in an evil hour. The shot was fired, the awful deed was done ! Esteem thou hadst before, O steadfast soul, But now thou hast thy i)eople's love in fee. Cold love is kindled to a burning coal In living heat of loyalty to ihee. And if the People's prayer to Ood on high Can aught avail, dear friend, you shall not die. --f^:^ ■BS);i:^/'^ ^TIII. Gamjiiissiounlijh, O, what a week of fluctuant li()j)es and fears ! A week, indeed, of " onsets of despair ! " A Nation bowed stands in the wailing air Of windy sighs thick blown with rainy tears, Rumor, and prophecy on tlic lips of seers. His guardian angel with a brow of care, And breasts of sorrow leaning o'er him there Gathers, like Winkelried, death's sheaf of spears ! Hush ! he has fallen into slumber deep. Yet his lips move like a dark mountain stream Where his mind wanders in the world of dream That babbles softly out of childhood's sleep. " We are such stuff as dreams are made of," said The sick man when lie woke refreshed in bed. ^ iih:. 1^0cujiyji^h. How hard, in health, to be struck down and lie All weary days and nights on bed of pain ! Harder for him of the large, active brain, And social nature ; yet, with cjuiet eye Turned on the pleasant landscape and the sky. He hath medicinal aid, and not in vain, From singing leaves and ])lash of silver rain, Soothed by low winds and waters' lullaby. Around his bed good angels watch and wait. And many a king and many a potentate Sends kindly message from beyond the sea. And his own People will not let him be Out of their arms of love, O God ! how deep — The l)lood-red popp\' of the world of sleep ! ix:. ylnp$0h. When to the orb of glory and of light Comes on the dark, and touches with its lips The body of brightness dimming as it dips Behind the planet's artificial night, Tlie boding world in wonder at the sight, Watches the shadow as it moves and sli])s Over the land and sea and sailing ships, In mute misgiving of each moment's flight. So strange to our perplexed intelligence. Appeared at zenith-point to fade and fail The light of that recovered star through veil Of anxious hope and fear in dim suspense I We saw his orb from which the dark wave slips. Notched in gray shadow of the great eclipse. 2^1. "^rrciucrrb. Easy and gradual are the steps that lead Downward to death and steep Tartarean night : But winning upward to the realms of light. Is toilsome, hard, and difificult indeed. Well knows he this, who, versed in Virgil's rede, Towards recovery sets his staff aright, And gathering strength^ goes on to make the fight, Like gaining tides that inch by inch succeed I O lofty hope and energy of will ! O living spirit of the lord of breath ! Hark to the People's million-throated roll Of thunderous welcome to their hero ill Who " takes the chance," and giving odds to Death, Beats the lean fellow racing to the goal I -'S'-?S' tM '^>) xiii. ConiV'iilnliilrb. How manv and how great concerns of state Lie at the mercv of the meanest things 1 This man the ])eer of jtresidents and kings, Xav, first among them, ])assed through (hmger's gate In war unscathed, and perils out of date. To meet a fool whose pistol-shot yet rings Around the world, and at mere greatness flings The cruel sneer of destiny or fate I Yet hath he made the fool fanatic foil 'J'o valor, ])atience, nobleness, and wit I Nor had the world known but because of it What virtues grow in suffering's sacred soil. The shot which opened like a crack of hell, Made all hearts stream with sacred pity's well. And showed that unitv in which we dwell. ^flfr ll^r 5r;ir\rhrf of 1^iili{ 2h. KxdiKMKx [■ ? no: l)ul absolute surprise: Astonishment that struck through all a hush Of grim ex])ectan(v whose shadow lies On men like standing wood before the rush Of roaring rain, with coming darkness, all Suddenly upon the people a great calm Of perfect horror settled like a pall. Such calms precede a tempest, and forebode The lightning's flash and the deep thunder's roll. And had there been a demagogue to goad The waiting populace, the dark-rising soul Of ignorant " thunderheads " heaved n\) for warm Vengeance at bloody work — he might have shook From turret to foundation stone the form Of stable government ; — but there was no storm. I "i. TJolcs, ' A sobii<|uet for •' Old l'a|) Tlnmias." ' The Rev. E. N. Mauley, a classmate of General Garfield wrote, " I think it was at the breaking-up meeting of the class, at graduation, that being called up for a speech, he said " ;///) is a greek particle meaning /'a/-. Gar-field, fnr-the-ficid, thai is what I Nupposc 1 am." ■^ It was reported in the i)a|)ers at the time, and generallv believed, that an eagle alighted on the ridge-pole of (General (jarfield's house in Washington, just about the time his nomnia- tion was made known. ■• krida)-, or Freia"s da\-, is from l-'reyja, the Northern X'eiuis. ■'See motto on title page. This hroclune, all but the clusf, \\a> in print suinc weeks ago, and while there was yet a tinu hope of the i're>iilent's recovery. But "man proposes, Cdd disposes." Hence, to those sonnets written in the light of hope, and init forth on the assurance of recovery, are added these of eomnienioration, written under the cypress, and closing with the inevitable N'ai.I';. Sei'Tkmki-'.i^ 20, 1S81. Jnmriilrb. To all the earth which hears with hulden breath, What endless sorrow in a word can tlwell I The human heart ingathering as a shell The murmured news in mournful whisjier saith, This is the end, yea, verily, this is death. There is no time his virtues here to tell. But only time to sob a brief farewell, And leave him in the Hand that welcometh. We loved him, we Americans, because He was of us a genuine man of men ; The strong protagonist of equal laws, And more than once our standard-bearer when The country's ark was covered with a cloud Which turns to glory now to make his shroud. '^- Qoiiimrmciraltb. liiiild him no inoiuiinent of lastiiiL; date, Knduring brass or marble, but record That when he passed from earth to his reward, His i)eoi)le still the bread of sorrow ate, And all the land in tears was desolate ! How the red hand of murder most abhorred Wrote large his name and \irliies in the Lord. Sublime in sufferance, and serenely great ! He o'er himself was natural priest and king. A royal soul which budded on the stem Of simple manhood wore the diadem Of love and reverence due — no other thing. His large good nature, love, and life and health. AVill nerish never from the commonwealth. (©' Tnff. Fallen is the first and chief: Oh ! but our hearts are full of g;rief. Bowed in silence, stand and wait Where he lies in lofty state. Who hath any words to say? Grief is eloquent to-day. On the door-knol) put no crape, But your hearts in mourning drape. Death lifts uj) the portal l)ar, Drooi) the flag and dress the car. Slowly move in sad array, Bring him on his last long way. The veiled cities see him pass, Bow their heads and cry alas ! Useless, useless, toll no bell, He is better — in fact, well. Healed of all his hurts and scars. Honorably discharged from wars. He is sleeping, can't you see? Wake him not ! Oh, let him be Like a tired i liiki i^nnv to rest. Slecpiiii,^ on his mother's breast. His j)art is played, his life is done. His fight is foui,dit, and rest is won. States and cities leave to show, All the ])ai(eantries of woe. As the Nation's honored U