What is more beautiful than a poem from Oliver Wendell Holmes?
BROTHER JONATHAN’S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
|She has gone,-she has left us in passion and pride
Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side!
She has torn her own star from our firmament’s glow,
And turned on her brother the face of a foe! 0 Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun,
We can never forget that our hearts have been one,
Our foreheads both sprinkled in Liberty’s name,
From the fountain of blood with the finger of flame! You were always too ready to fire at a touch;
But we said: “She is hasty,-she does not mean much.”
We have scowled when you uttered some turbulent threat;
But Friendship still whispered: “Forgive and forget!” Has our love all died out? Have its altars grown cold?
Has the curse come at last which the fathers foretold?
Then Nature must teach us the strength of the chain
That her petulant children would sever in vain.
They may fight till the buzzards are gorged with their spoil,
In vain is the strife! When its fury is past,
Our Union is river, lake, ocean, and sky;
O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun,
Go, then, our rash sister! afar and aloof,