Published in the collection, Poems of American Patriotism, chosen by Brander Matthews (1922).
[Sidenote: Dec. 16, 1773] This poem was read in Faneuil Hall on the Centennial Anniversary of the "Boston Tea-Party," at which a band of men disguised as Indians had quietly emptied into the sea the taxed tea-chests of three British ships.

 The rocky nook with hill-tops three
    Looked eastward from the farms,
  And twice each day the flowing sea
    Took Boston in its arms;
      The men of yore were stout and poor,
      And sailed for bread to every shore.
  And where they went on trade intent
    They did what freemen can,
  Their dauntless ways did all men praise,
    The merchant was a man.
      The world was made for honest trade,—
      To plant and eat be none afraid.
  The waves that rocked them on the deep
    To them their secret told;
  Said the winds that sung the lads to sleep,
   "Like us be free and bold!"
      The honest waves refuse to slaves
      The empire of the ocean caves.
  Old Europe groans with palaces,
    Has lords enough and more;—
  We plant and build by foaming seas
    A city of the poor;—
     For day by day could Boston Bay
     Their honest labor overpay.
  We grant no dukedoms to the few,
    We hold like rights and shall;—
  Equal on Sunday in the pew,
    On Monday in the mall.
     For what avail the plough or sail,
     Or land or life, if freedom fail?
  The noble craftsmen we promote,
     Disown the knave and fool;
  Each honest man shall have his vote,
    Each child shall have his school.
      A union then of honest men,
      Or union nevermore again.
  The wild rose and the barberry thorn
     Hung out their summer pride
  Where now on heated pavements worn
    The feet of millions stride.
  Fair rose the planted hills behind
    The good town on the bay,
  And where the western hills declined
    The prairie stretched away.
  What care though rival cities soar
    Along the stormy coast:
  Penn's town, New York, and Baltimore,
    If Boston knew the most!
  They laughed to know the world so wide;
    The mountains said: "Good-day!
  We greet you well, you Saxon men,
    Up with your towns and stay!"
      The world was made for honest trade,—
      To plant and eat be none afraid.
  "For you," they said, "no barriers be,
    For you no sluggard rest;
  Each street leads downward to the sea,
    Or landward to the West."
  O happy town beside the sea,
    Whose roads lead everywhere to all;
  Than thine no deeper moat can be,
    No stouter fence, no steeper wall!
  Bad news from George on the English throne:
    "You are thriving well," said he;
  "Now by these presents be it known,
    You shall pay us a tax on tea;
      'T is very small,—no load at all,—
      Honor enough that we send the call."
  "Not so," said Boston, "good my lord,
    We pay your governors here
  Abundant for their bed and board,
    Six thousand pounds a year.
  (Your highness knows our homely word,)
      Millions for self-government,
      But for tribute never a cent."
  The cargo came! and who could blame
    If Indians seized the tea,
  And, chest by chest, let down the same
    Into the laughing sea?
      For what avail the plough or sail
      Or land or life, if freedom fail?
  The townsmen braved the English king,
    Found friendship in the French,
  And Honor joined the patriot ring
    Low on their wooden bench.
  O bounteous seas that never fail!
    O day remembered yet!
  O happy port that spied the sail
    Which wafted Lafayette!
      Pole-star of light in Europe's night,
      That never faltered from the right.
  Kings shook with fear, old empires crave
    The secret force to find
  Which fired the little State to save
    The rights of all mankind.
  But right is might through all the world;
    Province to province faithful clung,
  Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
    Till Freedom cheered and the joy-bells rung.
  The sea returning day by day
    Restores the world-wide mart;
  So let each dweller on the Bay
    Fold Boston in his heart,
      Till these echoes be choked with snows,
      Or over the town blue ocean flows.
  Let the blood of her hundred thousands
    Throb in each manly vein;
  And the wit of all her wisest
    Make sunshine in her brain.
      For you can teach the lightning speech,
      And round the globe your voices reach.
  And each shall care for other,
    And each to each shall bend,
  To the poor a noble brother,
   To the good an equal friend.
  A blessing through the ages thus
    Shield all thy roofs and towers!
  God with the fathers, so with us,
    Thou darling town of ours!

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