Ye bells, thy silver tongues
These tidings sweetly tell,
And from the wind-harp's throbbing strings
Doth joy's glad anthem swell.
It is clear that Mrs. Libby
had a feeling for metrical language, and also, in her best work, a measure of that essential impulse which makes poetry what it is.
A still more recent loss is that of Mrs. Lowe
, who died May 9, 1902. Mrs. Martha Perry Lowe
for many years was known as one of the most public-spirited women in this city, active in all good wcrk.
Her literary productions include a ‘Memoir’ of her husband, Rev. Charles Lowe
, who from 1859 to 1865 was pastor of the First Unitarian church here, and afterward Secretary
of the American Unitarian Society.
It is said that, in the midst of her numerous deeds of practical beneficence, Mrs. Lowe
yet cherished the name of poet above all others.
She has left four volumes of verse, and one longer poem unpublished.
It is safe to say that, of the published books, ‘The Olive and the Pine
’ and ‘The Immortals’ contain the poems by which Mrs. Lowe
will be remembered.
The former includes verses that are the outcome of travels in Spain
, when her brother was secretary of the American Legation
It also includes poems of New England
Among the former is a vivid description of a Spanish bull-fight, closing with this address to the reigning princess:—
Go, fair Infanta, dream
Of bloody death to-day!
Thy little children seem
To see it when they pray.
the nations far
Do point, with warning hand,
To yonder stains that are
Upon thy native land!
The glimpses of picturesque Spain
were not more lovely to the writer's young eyes than the homely beauties of New England