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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Personal Poems (search)
eral prayers, But all that long sad day of summer My tears of mourning dropped with theirs. All day the sea-waves sobbed with sorrow, The birds forgot their merry trills: All day I heard the pines lamenting With thine upon thy homestead hills. Green be those hillside pines forever, And green the meadowy lowlands be, And green the old memorial beeches, Name-carven in the woods of Lee! Still let them greet thy life companions Who thither turn their pilgrim feet, In every mossy line recalling last the crown Of civic honor on his brows pressed down, Rejoiced, and knew not that the gift was death. And now for him, whose praise in deafened ears Two nations speak, we answer but with tears! Iii. O Vale of Chester! trod by him so oft, Green as thy June turf keep his memory. Let Nor wood, nor dell, nor storied stream forget, Nor winds that blow round lonely Cedarcroft; Let the home voices greet him in the far, Strange land that holds him; let the messages Of love pursue him o'er the
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Appendix (search)
pair's disastrous shade, Ghastly disease, and pining poverty, Thy influence dread, and at thy approach they flee. Thy spirit led th' immortal Howard on; Nurtur'd by thee, on many a foreign shore Imperishable fame, by virtue won, Adorns his memory, thoa his course is o'er; Thy animating smile his aspect wore, To cheer the sorrow-desolated soul, Compassion's balm in grief-worn hearts to pour, And snatch the prisoner from despair's control, Steal half his woes away and lighter make the whole. Green be the sod on Cherson's honor'd field, Where wraps the turf around his mouldering clay; There let the earth her choicest beauties yield, And there the breeze in gentlest murmurs play; There let the widow and the orphan stray, To wet with tears their benefactor's tomb; There let the rescued prisoner bend his way, And mourn o'er him, who in the dungeon's gloom Had sought him and averted misery's fearful doom. His grave perfum'd with heartfelt sighs of grief, And moistened by the tear of grat