The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4.
John Greenleaf Whittier, Ed.

From the locked roadsteads of the Bothnian peasants,
     And harbors of the Finn,
Where war's worn victims saw his gentle presence
     Come sailing, Christ-like, in,

To seek the lost, to build the old waste places,
     To link the hostile shores
Of severing seas, and sow with England's daisies
     The moss of Finland's moors.

Thanks for the good man's beautiful example,
     Who in the vilest saw
Some sacred crypt or altar of a temple
     Still vocal with God's law;

And heard with tender ear the spirit sighing
     As from its prison cell,
Praying for pity, like the mournful crying
     Of Jonah out of hell.

Not his the golden pen's or lip's persuasion,
     But a fine sense of right,
And Truth's directness, meeting each occasion
     Straight as a line of light.

His faith and works, like streams that intermingle,
     In the same channel ran: