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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX.  1876–79.
 
Introductory to Southern States
To the Virginian Voyage
Michael Drayton (1563–1631)
 
YOU brave heroic minds,
    Worthy your country’s name,
    That honor still pursue,
Whilst loitering hinds
Lurk here at home, with shame.        5
    Go and subdue.
 
Britons, you stay too long,
Quickly aboard bestow you,
    And with a merry gale
    Swell your stretched sail,        10
With vows as strong
As the winds that blow you.
 
Your course securely steer,
West and by south forth keep,
    Rocks, lee-shores, nor shoals,        15
    When Eolus scowls,
You need not fear,
So absolute the deep.
 
And cheerfully at sea,
Success you still entice,        20
    To get the pearl and gold,
    And ours to hold
Virginia,
Earth’s only paradise.
 
Where nature hath in store        25
Fowl, venison, and fish,
    And the fruitful’st soil,
    Without your toil,
Three harvests more,
All greater than your wish.        30
 
And the ambitious vine
Crowns with his purple mass
    The cedar reaching high
    To kiss the sky,
The cypress, pine,        35
And useful sassafras.
 
To whose, the golden age
Still nature’s laws doth give,
    No other cares attend,
    But them to defend        40
From winter’s rage,
That long there doth not live.
 
When as the luscious smell
Of that delicious land,
    Above the seas that flows,        45
    The clear wind throws,
Your hearts to swell
Approaching the dear strand;
 
In kenning of the shore
(Thanks to God first given)        50
    O you the happiest men,
    Be frolic then,
Let cannons roar,
Frighting the wide heaven;
 
And in regions far        55
Such heroes bring ye forth,
    As those from whom we came,
    And plant our name
Under that star
Not known unto our north;        60
 
And as there plenty grows
Of laurel everywhere,
    Apollo’s sacred tree,
    You it may see,
A poet’s brows        65
To crown, that may sing there.
 
Thy voyages attend,
Industrious Hackluit,
    Whose reading shall inflame
    Men to seek fame,        70
And much commend
To after-times thy wit.
 
 
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