Look on your country, God's appointed stage, Where man's vast mind its boundless course shall run: For that it was your stormy coast He spread,— A fear in winter; girdled you about With granite hills, and made you firm and dread. Let him who fears before the foeman shout, Or gives one inch before a vein has bled, Turn on himself and let the traitor out. BOKER. 12 UNIVERSITY CALIFORNIA INTRODUCTION. A GUEST Was I at Berkley Hall,— And more behooves not guest to say: The very pictures on the wall With kindness seemed to whisper, "Stay !" Old portraits of a dwindled line, From Lely's ruff and doublet down To Copley's matchless coat and gown, Or Stuart's later touch divine. Still from their frames of gold or oak, In valor or in loveliness, Leaned through the twilight air and spoke: They whispered that the road was dark, That past recall the latest bark Had swept the landing of the park,— |