Page:May-day and other pieces, Emerson, 1867.djvu/23

Rh To tread the forfeit Paradise,

And feed once more the exile's eyes;

And ever when the happy child

In May beholds the blooming wild,

And hears in heaven the bluebird sing,

"Onward," he cries, "your baskets bring,—

In the next field is air more mild,

And o'er yon hazy crest is Eden's balmier spring."

Not for a regiment's parade,

Nor evil laws or rulers made,

Blue Walden rolls its cannonade,

But for a lofty sign

Which the Zodiac threw,

That the bondage-days are told,

And waters free as winds shall flow.

Lo! how all the tribes combine

To rout the flying foe.

See, every patriot oak-leaf throws