Caroline Sturgis Tappan (1819–1888)

THOU hast learned the woes of all the world

From thine own longings and lone tears,

And now thy broad sails are unfurled

And all men hail thee with loud cheers.

The flowing sunlight is thy home,

The billows of the sea are thine,

To all the nations shalt thou roam,

Through every heart thy love shall shine.

The subtlest thought that finds its goal

Far, far beyond the horizon’s verge,—

Oh! shoot it forth on arrows bold

The thoughts of men on, on, to urge.

Toil not to free the slave from chains,

Think not to give the laborer rest,—

Unless rich beauty fill the plains

The free man wanders still unblest.

All men can dig and hew rude stone,

But thou must carve the frieze above,

And columned high through thee alone

Shall rise our frescoed homes of love.