What are his machines Of steel, brass, leather, oak, & ivory, But manikins & miniatures, Dwarfs of one faculty, measured from him, As nimbly he applies his bending self Unto the changing world, thus making that Another weapon of his conquering will? He built the mills, & by his polities, made The arms of millions turn them. Stalwart New Hampshire, mother of men, Sea-dented Maine, reluctant Carolina, Must drag his coach, & by arts of peace He, in the plenitude of love & honor, Eats up the poor, -- poor citizen poor state. Much has he done, Has made his telegraph, Propeller, car, postoffice, phototype, His coast survey, vote by majority, His life assurance, & star registry, Preludes & hints of what he meditates; -- Now let him make a harp! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE |