Page:May-day and other pieces, Emerson, 1867.djvu/95

Rh 'Pang for pang your seed shall pay,

Hide in false peace your coward head,

I bring round the harvest-day.'

II.

all winged expands,

Nor perches in a narrow place;

Her broad van seeks unplanted lands;

She loves a poor and virtuous race.

Clinging to a colder zone

Whose dark sky sheds the snow-flake down,

The snow-flake is her banner's star,

Her stripes the boreal streamers are.

Long she loved the Northman well;

Now the iron age is done,

She will not refuse to dwell

With the offspring of the Sun;

Foundling of the desert far,