delicious poignant moments where the spirit of life itself flutters like a wild creature, half-caught, halfescaping.
It is for the beauty and thrill of these moments that the pages of Henry James
will continue to be cherished by a few thousand readers scattered throughout the Republic
to which he was ever an alien.
No poet of the new era has won the national recognition enjoyed by the veterans.
It will be recalled that Bryant
survived until 1878, Longfellow
until 1882, Lowell
until 1891, Whittier
until 1892, and Holmes
Compared with these men the younger writers of verse seemed overmatched.
The National Ode
for the Centennial celebration in 1876 was intrusted to Bayard Taylor
, a hearty person, author of capital books of travel, plentiful verse, and a skilful translation of Faust
But an adequate National Ode
was not in him. Sidney Lanier
, who was writing in that year his Psalm of the West
and was soon to compose The Marshes of Glynn
, had far more of the divine fire.
He was a bookish Georgia
youth who had served with the Confederate army, and afterward, with broken health and in dire poverty, gave his brief life to music and poetry.
He had rich capacities for