READ AT A BANQUET IN HONOR OF HENRY WATTERSON, UPON HIS DEPARTURE FOR SPAIN HERE where of old was heard The ringing, singing word That orator and bard Alike set free To soar, through heights profound, Our land's remotest bound, Till all is holy ground From sea to sea -- Here still, with voice and pen, ONE cheers the hopes of men And gives us faith again -- This gifted one We hold here as the guest Most honored -- loved the best -- Wisest and worthiest -- Our Watterson. His spirit is the Seer's -- For, though he sees and hears Through human doubts and fears, His heart is one With Earth's and the Divine -- With his home-hearts -- and mine -- And the child's heart is thine, Our Watterson! Give us to touch and praise His worth in subtlest ways, Lest even our fondest gaze He fain would shun -- Laugh, though a mist appears -- The glad wine salt with tears -- Laugh, as we drain it -- "Here's Our Watterson!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIDE AND SEEK by SARA TEASDALE THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: COMMON FORM by RUDYARD KIPLING A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER |