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JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ALFRED FREDERICKS,
ENGRAVED AND PRINTED IN COLORS BY BOBBETT, HOOPER, & Co.
FIELDS, OSGOOD, & CO.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by
FIELDS, OSGOOD, & CO.,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusdtts.
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THE STORY OF COLUMBUS.
COLUMBUS AND HIS LITTLE SON DIEGO.
A WAY-WORN man in Spanish lands, "The window of your little room,
He wanders by the sea; Where many a day I stood
And by his side a little lad: For hours, and watched you, while you drew
"0 Father! why are we so sad ? The charts which every captain knew,
Why don't you speak to me ? The maps we sold for food.
"All day the silent ships go by, "Was it those wondrous maps that put-
The long waves wash the shore. Such dreams into your mind,
I 'm weary of the silent ships I Of some strange country, far away,
The salt waves mock my thirsty lips; Beyond the ocean, which some day
I 'm weary of their roar! You mean to sail and find ?
" Along the sky the ships go by, "Those dreams have made us sad and poor;
:But never one comes near. Your hair has turned to gray;
So soft and slow, like ghosts they go! And, sometimes, when you look at me,
They must be ghosts, or else I know Your eyes are strange,-they seem to see
They would not leave us here! That strange world far away!
"I think the ships would pity us, "0 Father! I 'm so tired to-night,"
If ships could understand The little wanderer said,
Why did we leave our quiet home, "That world, and all the things that live
In the grand old pleasant town, to roam Or grow upon it, I would give
Like beggars through the land ? Just for a little bread!"
O, Lisbon was a pleasant town! A tear was in the father's eye,
Till now I never knew But his heart was strong and great:
How cool and sweet was our fair street, "For thy dear sake, my child, I yearn
And the window, shaded from the heat, To be at rest, but we must learn
Where the fresh sea-breezes blew!-- To suffer and to wait."
THE STORY OF COLUMBUS.
COLUMBUS AND THE PRIOR. BEFORE THE KING AND QUEEN OF SPAIN.
Dreary and brown the night comes down, With heart elate, at the convent gate,
Gloomy, without a star. The father kissed his boy.
On Palos town the night comes down; He kissed the child, he kissed the prior,
The day departs with stormy frown; And sallied forth in sad attire,
The sad sea moans afar. Upon his errand of joy.
A convent gate is near: 't is late: King Ferdinand, august and grand,
Ting-ling! the bell they ring. Sat in his royal chair.
They ring the bell, they ask for bread;-- Beside him, gracious and serene,
"Just for my child," the father said. Sat Isabel, his famous Queen,
Kind hands the bread will bring. As wise as she was fair.
White was his hair, his mien was fair, Now, after many wanderings
His look was calm and great. Through long and weary years,
The porter ran and called a friar; Amidst a court of proud Castilians,
The friar made haste and told the prior; Before the sovereigns of millions,
The prior came to the gate. The traveller appears.
He took them in, he gave them food; Unknown to fame, and poor, he came;-
The traveller's dreams he heard; The courtiers veiled their laughter.
And fast the midnight moments flew, He stooped to kiss, each royal robe;
And fast the good man's wonder grew, While, stoutly bearing chart and globe,
And all his heart was stirred. A little page came after.
The child the while, with soft, sweet smile, The crafty king, with courtly smile,
Forgetful of all sorrow, That scarce, concealed his scorn,
Lay soundly sleeping in his bed: Inquired his name, and whence he came.
The good man kissed him there, and said: .He said: "Columbus is my name;
"You leave us not to-morrow! In Genoa was I born.
"I pray you, rest the convent's guest. "And many voyages have I made,
This child shall be our own, And cities visited;
A precious care, while you prepare In many countries have I been,
Your business with the court, and bear And storms and battles have I seen,
Your message to the throne." And toiled for daily bread.
And so his guest he comforted;- "But for one greater thing than all,
O wise, good prior! to you, Heaven marked me from my birth:
Who'cheered the stranger's darkest days, Behold! I bear about with me,
And helped him on his way, what praise Beneath this garb of poverty,
And gratitude are due! A pearl of priceless worth.
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"I offer it to crowned heads: They viewed the subject by its beams,
They scorn the gift sublime! And pondered and derided it;
But who accepts that slighted gem, Then, when their heads were tired of thinking,
'T will glitter in his diadem, And when their eyes were red with blinking,
The wonder of all time! They said: "We have decided it."
",I offer you a realm, 0 King!
"I offer you a realm, 0 King! Then forth stepped one,- the very sun
0 Queen !'* He spread his chart,
AI Of wisdom and of knowledge he i
And poised the globe. "This world, -'t is round; Of T is man, d, "s a deceiver
"This man," he said, "is a deceiver;--
A part," he said, "is solid ground, 'T is plain, he is an unbeliever
d rn s a Tis plain, he is an unbeliever
And rolling seas a part.
In science and theology."
"Here Europe lies; there, Africa;
Vast Asia stretches here. Then with a frown black as his gown,
Look now, what boundless wastes must be And features fixed and solemn, he
Beyond, of unknown land or sea, Condemned the scheme; "because," he said,
To make the perfect sphere! "Of such things no man ever read
In Moses or in Ptolemy.
"Eastward it lies; yet give me ships,
And crews, at my command,
Less than a thousand leagues to sail "Surely that man is crazed," quoth he,
Due westward, and I shall not fail ho talks of lands that lie
To find that farthest land! Far off, beyond the farthest seas,
Below the world, where men and trees
"That new world found, 't is yours; and yours Grow downward towards the sky!
The deathless fame will be
Of mighty potentates, who first "I 'd like to ask this stranger,- if
Opened the darksome way, and burst Your Majesties are willing,-
The barrier of the sea!" What keeps the men from falling off?
And what," he added, with a scoff,
"Prevents the sea from spilling ?
BEFORE THE WISE MEN OF SALAMANCA.
"And even if such a land exists,
King Ferdinand looked pleased and bland; Far in some unknown deep,
He alled for his wise men. deep,
He called for his wise men. And he sails down to it, 't is plain,
Their gowns were black; their beards were gray; He never could sail back again,
So very old and wise were they, He'd find the world so steep!"
Each knew enough for ten.
"With grave grimace, they hear the case, And so the case. was judged; for who
And globe and chart they handle; Would ever think to rank a
And, though the morning was so bright Poor traveller and his dreams before
Their eyes kept blinking at the light, The solemn gowns and ancient lore
They brought an ancient candle! Of men of Salamanca ?
THE STORY OF COLUMBUS.
Men call him crazed whose eyes are raised VO E.
To look beyond his times;
And they are learned, who too fast The ships are here at Palos pier.
Are anchored in the changeless past, Now kiss thy child adieu!
To seek Truth's newer climes! He kissed the child, he kissed the prior:
The sails are set: the Saint Maria
Yet act thy part, heroic heart! Stands out towards the blue,
For only by the strong
Are great and noble deeds achieved; Two other craft, light caravels,
No truth was ever yet believed The armament complete:--
That had not struggled long. His own good ship, full-decked, though small,
And two frail, open barks, are all
The voyager's little fleet.
Away! away! across the bay,
Forth from the court Columbus went, Like sea-birds they go sailing.
But lingered near it still But never a cheer the crews could hear;-
To urge his suit; until at last From wives and children on the pier
Men touched their foreheads, as he passed, Went forth a sound of wailing.
And nodded, as men will.
"Now woe befall our admiral!"
Then up spoke good Queen Isabel:-
The weeping mariners cry.
Her large heart understood
r le h "Farewell, farewell, 0 Mother Spain!
The voyager's noble heart and mind; We shall not see thy shores again!
We shall not see thy shores again!
For generous natures know their kind, He takes us forth to die!"
The good discern the good.
"Send hither again that man to me!" Three days from port, in freshening gales,
"The Pinta's rudder parted.
She heard once more his story;- The Pintas rudder arted
In that strange tale, with joy and awe, They seek the fair Canaries; there
As in a morning cloud, she saw The damaged Pinta they repair.
The new time's rising glory. Then forth afresh they started.
" For my own kingdom of Castile," The fiery peak of Teneriffe
Said she, "this voyage I claim! Glares red on sea and shore.
I pledge my jewels for ships and crews, It lights them from the fair Canaries;
And treasure shall be yours to use"; Thence seven days' sail, the needle varies;
And signed her royal name. It points due north no more.
"Your boy shall be my little page, The appalled crews their chief accuse;
And he at court shall stay. They fill the ships with groans:
And now, farewell!" Right thankfully "Our keels go down to night and chaos,
He kissed her hand, and forth went he, Where gulfs will swallow, and monsters slay us,
A happy man that day! ': And miseries rack our bones!"
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THE STORY OF COLUMBUS.
A heron flies past the Nina's mast; Some fresh shore-weeds, and river reeds,
Soon floating weeds appear, At last come drifting by,-
And hovering land-birds they descry: A thorn-branch, and a carved staff:
"Ha, ha!" the happy mariners cry, The mariners clap their hands and laugh;-
"The land, the land is near!" Now surely land is nigh!
False as the gales that shook the sails,
The wind blew ever from the East, T r fickle spirits veered.
Their fickle spirits veered.
Until it died away.
Until it d awa. Still, where no ship had shaped the way, -
Into a realm of calms they pass,-
Into a realm of cpass,- Where the waves are white with fleets to-day, -
Upon a glistening sea of glass
Steadily on he steered!
The lazy vessels lay.
"This is the Sea of Death!" they said; DISCOVERY OF THE NEW WORLD.
"And never from this spot, b
Nor to nor fro, our keels will go; Upon the lonesome deck he keeps
Nor seas will ripple, nor breeze will blow, His watch at dead of night.
But here our hulls will rot!" Searching with anxious eyes the dark,
What sees he far away ? a spark,
A little glimmering light!
Up sprang the breeze, up rose the seas,
And all the sailors cheered.
d a t s c Then boomed the Pinta's signal gun!
Westerly still, by night and day, The first that ever broke
The first that ever broke
Where never a prow had found its way, The silence of a world. That sound,
The steadfast captain steered.
Echoing to savage depths profound,
A continent awoke !
All looked for land; and oft at dawn,
Or on the evening air, Wild joy possessed each mariner's breast,
"Land! land!" rang loud from deck or shroud; When day revealed a rich
But every cliff dissolved in cloud, And fruitful island, fair and green,
And hope changed to despair. Where naked savages were seen
Running along the beach.
Then many complain: "Our voyage is vain;
e ,si The Saint Maria moves proudly up,
We sail a shoreless sea!"
And drops her anchor nighest;
Some said, "Now let us seize the barks! And drops her anchor highest;
We '11 toss the admiral to the sharks! And "Glory to God!" the sailors sing;
A very adman he! With "Glory to God!" the wild winds ring, -
A very madman he!"
S"Glory to God in the highest!"
The mutineers he chides, or cheers The boat is manned, and towards the land
With high prophetic words. Swift fly the flashing oars.
His great soul falters not, nor sleeps: High at the prow the admiral,
More southerly now his course he keeps, In princely garb, superb and tall,
Following the flight of birds. Surveys the savage shores.
THE STORY OF COLUMBUS.
They touched the strand, he stepped to land,
And knelt and kissed the sod, THE COURTIERS AND THE EGG.
With all his followers. Amazed,
Far off the painted red men gazed, When ships with ease across the seas
Believing him a god. His new-found path pursue,
The courtiers slight his service done.
Then up rose he, and solemnly, "Why, that was, after all," said one,
With bright sword drawn, advanced "An easy thing to do!"
The standard. of the King and Queen; -
On its rich sheen of gold and green, Said he, "So 't is an easy thing
The sunrise glory glanced. To cause this egg to stand."
They try, and fail. "Why, look, my lord!"
With wondering awe, the red men saw He said; and lightly on the board
The silken cross unfurled. He struck it with his hand.
His task was done: for good or ill,
The fatal banners of Castile
Waved o'er the Western World. He breaks the shell, and on the end
It stands upright! Straightway
All try the feat, and all succeed:
RETURN TO SPAIN. "Why, that is easily done, indeed!"
"Yes, when I 've shown the way."
His bark is here, at Palos pier,
Storm-battered, stem and stern;
And crowds come thronging to the pier,
And wild huzzas, and cheer on cheer, HIS REWARD.
Welcome his safe return.
SYet envious hearts and evil tongues
With fame, and trophies strange, from lands His lonely age pursued;
New found beyond the sea, With treacherous friends his lot was thrown;
He comes! and never conqueror, For all the harvest he had sown
Returning home from glorious war, He reaped ingratitude.
Such homage had as he.
The haughty court that scorned him once In poverty he died; and half
Forgot its old disdain. His heritage of fame
The sovereigns greet him as a brother, Fell to late voyagers, great and small.
Or prince more honored than all other, To the new world he gave to all,
Who gives a realm to Spain. Another gave his name!
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