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Title: Christopher Columbus in poetry, history and art
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Ryan, Sara Agnes
Subjects: Columbus, Christopher
Publisher: Chicago, The Mayer and Miller company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ts to have their herohonored have given rise to Columbus Day, alegal holiday in many states. Well may eachKnight say, as his great leader might havesaid: And for success, I ask no more than this:To bear unflinching witness to the truth.All true whole men succeed; for what is worthSuccess name, unless it be the thought,The inward surety, to have carried outA noble purpose to a noble end. —James Russell Lowell. THE CHRIST-BEARER. This was a man of all men else apart.Yet so attempered in his cosmic mindThat he was more than brother to his kindWhether of land or sea, of court or mart.For he hath touched the universal heart.He hath poured light upon the utter blindAnd at his word bade new worlds unconfinedInto the wondering ken of nations start.Fearless he followed westward his own starUntil he saw the shining HebridesUnto his raptured vision all unroll;Yet hath he won a triumph greater far—Whether in kingly court or raging seas—He deep explored and conquered his own soul. 162 •^/-
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SlaliH ol (t)limil)ii,s ill l,ini;i. Piiu Posthumous Glory. Of such a mould was Socrates, the Greek,Daring the unknown seas of human thought;In such a mood keen Aristotle wrought.Heeding the voice that bade him Seek, O seek!In kindred tones we hear the Eoman speakWho hurled the wiles of Cataline to naught:All noble souls unterrified, unbought.Gather in homage at his vessels peak.Nor doth he voice to them an unknown tongue,For great deeds speak wherever man is great.And giants know their brother giants crest:Wherever hearts are bold or songs are sungThe sons of Genius on the Sailor wait,And hail him prophet of the mighty West. Yea, he is master of earths ancient kings.Rich-laden with the trophies of old Time,For they are not untainted by the slimeOf base ambitions from polluted springs;While he, new herald of the dawn-break, flingsA flood of sunlight on the dust and grimeOf buried centuries: mists of age and climeFly fast before him on the mornings wings.Nor doth he bear his glory in t

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