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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To David Lee Child . (search)
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Lines to L. M. Child , in response to her verses on the death of Elis Gray Loring . (search)
Lines to L. M. Child, in response to her verses on the death of Elis Gray Loring. John G. Whittier. The sweet spring day is glad with music, But through it sounds a sadder strain, The worthiest of our narrowing circle Sings Loring's dirges o'er again.
O woman greatly loved I join thee In tender memories of our friend; With thee across the awful spaces, The greeting of a soul I send. What cheer hath he?
How is it with him? Where lingers he this weary while? Over what pleasant fields of heaven Dawns the sweet sunshine of his smile? Does he not know our feet are treading The earth hard down on Slavery's grave? That in our crowning exultations We miss the charm his presence gave? Why on this spring air comes no whisper From him to tell us all is well? Why to our flower time comes no token Of lily and of asphodel? I feel the unutterable longing, Thy hunger of the heart is mine; I reach and grasp for hands in darkness, My ear grows sharp for voice or sign.
Still on the lips of all we
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To John G. Whittier . (search)
To John G. Whittier. Wayland, September 10, 1861.
Dear friend Whittier,--. .. Nothing on earth has such effect on the popular heart as songs, which the soldiers would take up with enthusiasm, and which it would thereby become the fashion to whistle and sing at the street corners.
Old John Brown, Hallelujah!
is performing a wonderful mission now. Where the words came from, nobody knows, and the tune is an exciting, spirit-stirring thing, hitherto unknown outside of Methodist conventicles.
But it warms up soldiers and boys, and the air is full of it; just as France was of the Marseillaise, whose author was for years unknown.
If the soldiers only had a song, to some spirit-stirring tune, proclaiming what they went to fight for, or thought they went to fight for,--for home, country and liberty, and indignantly announcing that they did not go to hunt slaves, to send back to their tyrants poor lacerated workmen who for years had been toiling for the rich without wages; if they had
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To John G. Whittier . (search)
To John G. Whittier. Wayland, January 10, 1871.
I thank you, from my heart, for your volume of beautiful poems, and for the kind inscription.
But what is the world coming to when a plain-coated Friend dates Christmas instead of Twelfth Month?
If thou departest from the ancient testimonies in this way, friend John, thou wilt assuredly be dealt with.
I am very indifferent to anything the world can give, either its pleasures or its honors; and I am very little prone to envy, but I do envy you your wide-spread popularity, because it furnishes you with such ample means to scatter abroad the living seeds of goodness and truth.
Thanks to the Heavenly Father, that the great opportunity fell into hands that used it so conscientiously and so industriously!
For myself, I cannot accomplish much ; but I will try to deserve the acknowledgment, She hath done what she could.
One of my old-time friends sent me, for a New Year's present, a book on Siam, by an English lady who was for severa
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To John G. Whittier . (search)
To John G. Whittier. Wayland, June 18, 1874.
I cannot help writing to thank you for the Lines you have written to the memory of Charles Sumner.
They are very beautiful, and nothing could be more appropriate.
We went into Boston to hear Mr. Curtis's Memorial Address.
I had been longing, amid all the fuss and formality, to hear just the right thing said about Mr. Sumner, and Mr. Curtis said it, and said it eloquently, from the heart. . . . Corruption is so widespread and so rampant, that I sometimes have gloomy forebodings concerning the future of this country; but the spontaneous and general homage to Charles Sumner's memory shows that there is still great respect for integrity deeply rooted in the popular mind.
I was reading over several of your poems last week, and for the thousandth time I felt myself consoled and strengthened by them, as well as delighted with their poetic beauty.
It was a very precious gift you received, dear friend, to be such a benefactor to the so
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To John G. Whittier . (search)
To John G. Whittier. Wayland, January 20, 1876.
You remember Charles Sprague's description of scenes he witnessed from a window near State Street? First, Garrison dragged through the streets by a mob; second, Burns carried back to slavery by United States troops, through the same street; third, a black regiment marching down the same street to the tune of John Brown, to join the United States army for the emancipation of their race.
What a thrilling historical poem might be made of that!
I have always thought that no incident in the antislavery conflict, including the war, was at once so sublime and romantic as Robert G. Shaw riding through Washington Street at the head of that black regiment.
He, so young, so fair, so graceful in his motions, so delicately nurtured, so high-bred in his manners, waving his sword to friends at the windows, like a brave young knight going forth to deeds of high emprise ; followed by that dark-faced train, so long trampled in the dust, and now awa
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. S. E. Sewall . (search)
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Theodore D. Weld . (search)
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Appendix. (search)
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), List of Mrs. Child 's works, with the date of their first publication as far as ascertained. (search)