or the grandeur of her half-glance over the shoulder as she named first among the hero's funeral attendants
Majestic death, his freedman, following.
reaches the popular heart best in a class of poems easy to comprehend, thoroughly human in sympathy; poems of love, of motherhood, of bereavement; poems such as are repeated and preserved in many a Western cabin, cheering and strengthening many a heart.
Other women have exerted a similar power; but in the hands of a writer like Alice Cary, for instance, the influence is shallow, though pure and wholesome; she sounds no depths as this later poet sounds them.
The highest type of this class of Helen Jackson's verses may be found in the noble poem entitled Spinning, which begins:--
Like a blind spinner in the sun I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each day will bring its task, And, being blind, no more I ask.
Verses, p. 14. No finer symbolic picture of human life has ever been f