(November, 1861.)

In time and measure perfect moves


    All Art whose aim is sure;


Evolving rhyme and stars divine


    Have rules, and they endure.

 

Nor less the Fleet that warred for Right,


    And, warring so, prevailed,


In geometric beauty curved,


    And in an orbit sailed.

 

The rebel at Port Royal felt


    The Unity overawe,


And rued the spell. A type was here,


    And victory of Law.

This poem is in the public domain.