The Mudville Hymn
Where the heart is, there the muses, there the gods sojourn, and not in any geography of fame. –Ralph Waldo Emerson, “On Heroism” (1841)
On this rough diamond, bound in mud,
Their pennant never yet unfurled,
Here the embattled Nine once stood
And whiffed the pitch known ‘round the world.
The hurler has in silence slept,
Alike the striker silent sleeps;
While Time the splintered bleachers swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
O’er these mud banks, by this soft stream
Today we set a votive plaque--
Its memory may the deed redeem
Long since decried as Casey’s Hack--
Spirit, that made these heroes dare
To take the field, stand up to bat—
Bid lore and legend gently share
Such feats as e’re have fallen flat.