Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
The Contrast
By Horace Smith (17791849)I
Walking in health and gladness,
Begirt with his court; and in all the crowd
Not a single look of sadness.
Blithely the birds were singing,
The cymbal replied to the tambourine,
And the bells were merrily ringing.
When not a word was spoken;
But every eye was dim with a tear,
And the silence by sobs was broken.
To the muffled drum’s deep rolling,
While the minute-gun with its solemn roar
Drowned the death-bell’s tolling.
To the grave till I saw him carried,
Was an age of the mightiest change to us,
But to him a night unvaried.
The foe of our land we have tumbled;
And it gladdened each eye, save his alone,
For whom that foe we humbled.
And a son’s sole child have perished;
And sad was each heart, save the only one
By which they were fondest cherished.
And he sat in his age’s lateness,
Like a vision throned, as a solemn mark
Of the frailty of human greatness.
Unvexed by life’s commotion,
Like a yearly-lengthening snow-drift shed
On the calm of a frozen ocean.
As the stream of time kept flowing;
And we only heard of our King when doomed
To know that his strength was going.
By weakness rent asunder,
A part of the wreck of the Royal George,
For the people’s pity and wonder.