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Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899 184 2 Browse Search
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches 50 6 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 35 3 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays 20 2 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises 19 1 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 13 1 Browse Search
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life 10 4 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson 2 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 1 1 Browse Search
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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Personal Poems (search)
s of suffering and of shame A staff within thy hands became, In paths where faith alone could see The Master's steps supporting thee. Thine was the seed-time; God alone Beholds the end of what is sown; Beyond our vision, weak and dim, The harvest-time is hid with Him. Yet, unforgotten where it lies, That seed of generous sacrifice, Though seeming on the desert cast, Shall rise with bloom and fruit at last. 1852. The hero. The hero of the incident related in this poem was Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe, the well-known philanthropist, who when a young man volunteered his aid in the Greek struggle for independence. “Oh for a knight like Bayard, Without reproach or fear; My light glove on his casque of steel, My love-knot on his spear! Oh for the white plume floating Sad Zutphen's field above,— The lion heart in battle, The woman's heart in love! Oh that man once more were manly, Woman's pride, and not her scorn: That once more the pale young mother Dared to boast a man is born