Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, the — Volume 08: Bunker Hill and Other Poems by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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page 45 of 54 (83%)
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AT THE DINNER TO THE PRESIDENT,
BOSTON, JUNE 26, 1877 How to address him? awkward, it is true Call him "Great Father," as the Red Men do? Borrow some title? this is not the place That christens men Your Highness and Your Grace; We tried such names as these awhile, you know, But left them off a century ago. His Majesty? We've had enough of that Besides, that needs a crown; he wears a hat. What if, to make the nicer ears content, We say His Honesty, the President? Sir, we believed you honest, truthful, brave, When to your hands their precious trust we gave, And we have found you better than we knew, Braver, and not less honest, not less true! So every heart has opened, every hand Tingles with welcome, and through all the land All voices greet you in one broad acclaim, Healer of strife! Has earth a nobler name? What phrases mean you do not need to learn; We must be civil, and they serve our turn "Your most obedient humble" means--means what? Something the well-bred signer just is not. Yet there are tokens, sir, you must believe; |
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