John Greenleaf Whittier

To William H. Seward By John Greenleaf Whittier

To William H. Seward By John Greenleaf Whittier

To William H. Seward STATESMAN, I thank thee! and, if yet dissent Mingles, reluctant, with my large content, I cannot censure what was nobly meant. But, while constrained to hold even Union less Than Liberty and Truth and Righteousness, I thank thee in the sweet and holy name Of peace, for wise calm... »

Theirs By John Greenleaf Whittier

Theirs By John Greenleaf Whittier

Theirs I. Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to act A history stranger than his written fact, Him who portrayed the splendor and the gloom Of that great hour when throne and altar fell With long death-groan which still is audible. He, when around the walls of Paris rung The Prussian bugle like the ... »

The Star Of Bethlehem By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Star Of Bethlehem By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Star Of Bethlehem Where Time the measure of his hours By changeful bud and blossom keeps, And, like a young bride crowned with flowers, Fair Shiraz in her garden sleeps; Where, to her poet’s turban stone, The Spring her gift of flowers imparts, Less sweet than those his thoughts have sown ... »

The Prayer-Seeker By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Prayer-Seeker By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Prayer-Seeker Along the aisle where prayer was made, A woman, all in black arrayed, Close-veiled, between the kneeling host, With gliding motion of a ghost, Passed to the desk, and laid thereon A scroll which bore these words alone, _Pray for me_! Back from the place of worshipping She glided li... »

The Maids Of Attitash By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Maids Of Attitash By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Maids Of Attitash In sky and wave the white clouds swam, And the blue hills of Nottingham Through gaps of leafy green Across the lake were seen, When, in the shadow of the ash That dreams its dream in Attitash, In the warm summer weather, Two maidens sat together. They sat and watched in idle mo... »

The Garrison Of Cape Ann By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Garrison Of Cape Ann By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Garrison Of Cape Ann From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like span Of the sky, I see the white gleam of the headland of Cape Ann. Well I know its coves and beaches to the ebb-tide glimmering down, And the white-walled hamlet children of its ancient fishing town. Long has p... »

The Countess By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Countess By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Countess TO E. W. I KNOW not, Time and Space so intervene, Whether, still waiting with a trust serene, Thou bearest up thy fourscore years and ten, Or, called at last, art now Heaven’s citizen; But, here or there, a pleasant thought of thee, Like an old friend, all day has been with me. Th... »

Sunset On The Bearcamp By John Greenleaf Whittier

Sunset On The Bearcamp By John Greenleaf Whittier

Sunset On The Bearcamp A gold fringe on the purpling hem Of hills the river runs, As down its long, green valley falls The last of summer’s suns. Along its tawny gravel-bed Broad-flowing, swift, and still, As if its meadow levels felt The hurry of the hill, Noiseless between its banks of green... »

Pennsylvania Hall By John Greenleaf Whittier

Pennsylvania Hall By John Greenleaf Whittier

Pennsylvania Hall NOT with the splendors of the days of old, The spoil of nations, and barbaric gold; No weapons wrested from the fields of blood, Where dark and stern the unyielding Roman stood, And the proud eagles of his cohorts saw A world, war-wasted, crouching to his law; Nor blazoned car, nor... »

Moloch In State Street By John Greenleaf Whittier

Moloch In State Street By John Greenleaf Whittier

Moloch In State Street THE moon has set: while yet the dawn Breaks cold and gray, Between the midnight and the morn Bear off your prey! On, swift and still! the conscious street Is panged and stirred; Tread light! that fall of serried feet The dead have heard! The first drawn blood of Freedom’... »

John Underhill By John Greenleaf Whittier

John Underhill By John Greenleaf Whittier

John Underhill A score of years had come and gone Since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone, When Captain Underhill, bearing scars From Indian ambush and Flemish wars, Left three-hilled Boston and wandered down, East by north, to Cocheco town. With Vane the younger, in counsel sweet, He had sat at... »

Haverhill By John Greenleaf Whittier

Haverhill By John Greenleaf Whittier

Haverhill 1640-1890. O river winding to the sea! We call the old time back to thee; From forest paths and water-ways The century-woven veil we raise. The voices of to-day are dumb, Unheard its sounds that go and come; We listen, through long-lapsing years, To footsteps of the pioneers. Gone steepled... »

Dedication – Songs Of Labor By John Greenleaf Whittier

Dedication – Songs Of Labor By John Greenleaf Whittier

Dedication – Songs Of Labor I WOULD the gift I offer here Might graces from thy favor take, And, seen through Friendship’s atmosphere, On softened lines and coloring, wear The unaccustomed light of beauty, for thy sake. Few leaves of Fancy’s spring remain: But what I have I give to... »

Astraea By John Greenleaf Whittier

Astraea By John Greenleaf Whittier

Astraea ‘Jove means to settle Astraea in her seat again, And let down his golden chain An age of better metal.’ Ben Johnson 1615 O POET rare and old! Thy words are prophecies; Forward the age of gold, The new Saturnian lies. The universal prayer And hope are not in vain; Rise, brothers! ... »

A Memorial By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Memorial By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Memorial Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing, The solemn vista to the tomb Must know henceforth another shadow, And give another cypress room. In love surpassing that of brothers, We walked, O friend, from childhood’s day; And, looking back o’er fifty summers, Our footprints track a co... »

To My Old Schoolmaster By John Greenleaf Whittier

To My Old Schoolmaster By John Greenleaf Whittier

To My Old Schoolmaster AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE Old friend, kind friend! lightly down Drop time’s snow-flakes on thy crown! Never be thy shadow less, Never fail thy cheerfulness; Care, that kills the cat, may, plough Wrinkles in the miser’s brow, Deepen envy’s spit... »

The Wind Of March By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Wind Of March By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Wind Of March Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing Under the sky’s gray arch; Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs, knowing It is the wind of March. Between the passing and the coming season, This stormy interlude Gives to our winter-wearied hearts a reason For trustful gratit... »

The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore A DREAR and desolate shore! Where no tree unfolds its leaves, And never the spring wind weaves Green grass for the hunter’s tread; A land forsaken and dead, Where the ghostly icebergs go And come with the ebb and flow Of the waters of Bradore! A wanderer, from a land B... »

The Pass Of The Sierra By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Pass Of The Sierra By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Pass Of The Sierra ALL night above their rocky bed They saw the stars march slow; The wild Sierra overhead, The desert’s death below. The Indian from his lodge of bark, The gray bear from his den, Beyond their camp-fire’s wall of dark, Glared on the mountain men. Still upward turned,... »

The Lakeside By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Lakeside By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Lakeside The shadows round the inland sea Are deepening into night; Slow up the slopes of Ossipee They chase the lessening light. Tired of the long day’s blinding heat, I rest my languid eye, Lake of the Hills! where, cool and sweet, Thy sunset waters lie! Along the sky, in wavy lines, O&#... »

The Farewell Of A Virginia Slave Mother By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Farewell Of A Virginia Slave Mother By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Farewell Of A Virginia Slave Mother Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage Gone, gone, – sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings Where the noisome insect stings Where the fever demon strews Poison with the falling... »

The Captain’s Well By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Captain’s Well By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Captain’s Well From pain and peril, by land and main, The shipwrecked sailor came back again; And like one from the dead, the threshold cross’d Of his wondering home, that had mourned him lost. Where he sat once more with his kith and kin, And welcomed his neighbors thronging in. But when ... »

Snow-Bound, A Winter Idyl By John Greenleaf Whittier

Snow-Bound, A Winter Idyl By John Greenleaf Whittier

Snow-Bound, A Winter Idyl To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author: “As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits,which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine lightof the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and... »

On Receiving An Eagle’s Quill From Lake Superior By John Greenleaf Whittier

On Receiving An Eagle’s Quill From Lake Superior By John Greenleaf Whittier

On Receiving An Eagle’s Quill From Lake Superior All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain, Like shadows on the winter sky, Like frost upon the pane; But now my torpid fancy wakes, And, on thy Eagle’s plume, Rides forth, like Sindbad on his bird, Or witch upon her broom! ... »

Maiden! With The Fair Brown Tresses By John Greenleaf Whittier

Maiden! With The Fair Brown Tresses By John Greenleaf Whittier

WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN’S JOURNAL. Maiden! with the fair brown tresses Shading o’er thy dreamy eye, Floating on thy thoughtful forehead Cloud wreaths of its sky. Youthful years and maiden beauty, Joy with them should still abide,– Instinct take the place of Duty, Love, not Reason, g... »

In Memory – James T. Fields By John Greenleaf Whittier

In Memory – James T. Fields By John Greenleaf Whittier

In Memory – James T. Fields As a guest who may not stay Long and sad farewells to say Glides with smiling face away, Of the sweetness and the zest Of thy happy life possessed Thou hast left us at thy best. Warm of heart and clear of brain, Of thy sun-bright spirit’s wane Thou hast spared... »

From Perugia By John Greenleaf Whittier

From Perugia By John Greenleaf Whittier

From Perugia HARRIET BEECHER STOWE’S Letters from Italy. THE tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread, Flaming out in their violet, yellow, and red; And behind go the lackeys in crimson and buff, And the chamberlains gorgeous in velvet and ruff; Next, in red-legged pomp, come the ca... »

Cassandra Southwick By John Greenleaf Whittier

Cassandra Southwick By John Greenleaf Whittier

Cassandra Southwick To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today, From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away; Yes, he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three, And tamed the Chaldean lions, hath set His handmaid free! Last night I saw the sunset melt though my... »

Among The Hills By John Greenleaf Whittier

Among The Hills By John Greenleaf Whittier

Among The Hills PRELUDE ALONG the roadside, like the flowers of gold That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought, Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod, And the red pennons of the cardinal-flowers Hang motionless upon their upright staves. The sky is hot and hazy, and the wind, Vying-weary with i... »

We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steeps By John Greenleaf Whittier

We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steeps By John Greenleaf Whittier

We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steeps We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps For Him who fills Heaven’s throne. But to the contrite spirit yet A present help is He; And faith has yet its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of... »

To Englishmen By John Greenleaf Whittier

To Englishmen By John Greenleaf Whittier

To Englishmen You flung your taunt across the wave; We bore it as became us, Well knowing that the fettered slave Left friendly lips no option save To pity or to blame us. You scoffed our plea. ‘Mere lack of will, Not lack of power,’ you told us: We showed our free-state records; still Y... »

The Two Loves By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Two Loves By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Two Loves Smoothing soft the nestling head Of a maiden fancy-led, Thus a grave-eyed woman said: ‘Richest gifts are those we make, Dearer than the love we take That we give for love’s own sake. ‘Well I know the heart’s unrest; Mine has been the common quest, To be loved an... »

The Quaker Of The Olden Time By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Quaker Of The Olden Time By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Quaker Of The Olden Time THE Quaker of the olden time! How calm and firm and true, Unspotted by its wrong and crime, He walked the dark earth through. The lust of power, the love of gain, The thousand lures of sin Around him, had no power to stain The purity within. With that deep insight which ... »

The New Exodus By John Greenleaf Whittier

The New Exodus By John Greenleaf Whittier

The New Exodus BY fire and cloud, across the desert sand, And through the parted waves, From their long bondage, with an outstretched hand, God led the Hebrew slaves! Dead as the letter of the Pentateuch, As Egypt’s statues cold, In the adytum of the sacred book Now stands that marvel old. ... »

The Hive At Gettysburg By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Hive At Gettysburg By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Hive At Gettysburg IN the old Hebrew myth the lion’s frame, So terrible alive, Bleached by the desert’s sun and wind, became The wandering wild bees’ hive; And he who, lone and naked-handed, tore Those jaws of death apart, In after time drew forth their honeyed store To strengt... »

The Disenthralled By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Disenthralled By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Disenthralled HE had bowed down to drunkenness, An abject worshipper: The pride of manhood’s pulse had grown Too faint and cold to stir; And he had given his spirit up To the unblessëd thrall, And bowing to the poison cup, He gloried in his fall! There came a change —the cloud rolled off, ... »

The Bay Of Seven Islands By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Bay Of Seven Islands By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Bay Of Seven Islands FROM the green Amesbury hill which bears the name Of that half mythic ancestor of mine Who trod its slopes two hundred years ago, Down the long valley of the Merrimac, Midway between me and the river’s mouth, I see thy home, set like an eagle’s nest Among Deer Is... »

Red Riding Hood By John Greenleaf Whittier

Red Riding Hood By John Greenleaf Whittier

Red Riding Hood On the wide lawn the snow lay deep, Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap; The wind that through the pine-trees sung The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung; While, through the window, frosty-starred, Against the sunset purple barred, We saw the sombre crow flap by, The hawk’s gray flec... »

My Triumph By John Greenleaf Whittier

My Triumph By John Greenleaf Whittier

My Triumph The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The aster-flower is failing, The hazel’s gold is paling; Yet overhead more near The eternal stars appear! And present gratitude Insures the future’s good, And for the t... »

Laying Up Treasure By John Greenleaf Whittier

Laying Up Treasure By John Greenleaf Whittier

Laying Up Treasure From the Mahabharata. Before the Ender comes, whose charioteer Is swift or slow Disease, lay up each year Thy harvests of well-doing, wealth that kings Nor thieves can take away. When all the things Thou tallest thine, goods, pleasures, honors fall, Thou in thy virtue shalt surviv... »

Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864 By John Greenleaf Whittier

Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864 By John Greenleaf Whittier

Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864 Amidst these glorious works of Thine, The solemn minarets of the pine, And awful Shasta’s icy shrine,– Where swell Thy hymns from wave and gale, And organ-thunders never fail, Behind the cataract’s silver veil, Our ... »

Ezekiel By John Greenleaf Whittier

Ezekiel By John Greenleaf Whittier

Ezekiel They hear Thee not, O God! nor see; Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee; The princes of our ancient line Lie drunken with Assyrian wine; The priests around Thy altar speak The false words which their hearers seek; And hymns which Chaldea’s wanton maids Have sung in Dura’s idol-shad... »

Bayard Taylor By John Greenleaf Whittier

Bayard Taylor By John Greenleaf Whittier

Bayard Taylor I. ‘And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend?’ My sister asked our guest one winter’s day. Smiling he answered in the Friends’ sweet way Common to both: ‘Wherever thou shall send! What wouldst thou have me see for thee?’ She laughed, Her dark e... »

A Summons By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Summons By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Summons MEN of the North-land! where’s the manly spirit Of the true-hearted and the unshackled gone? Sons of old freemen, do we but inherit Their names alone? Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenched within us, Stoops the strong manhood of our souls so low, That Mammon’s lure or Party’... »

To The Thirty-Ninth Congress By John Greenleaf Whittier

To The Thirty-Ninth Congress By John Greenleaf Whittier

To The Thirty-Ninth Congress O PEOPLE-CHOSEN! are ye not Likewise the chosen of the Lord, To do His will and speak His word? From the loud thunder-storm of war Not man alone hath called ye forth, But He, the God of all the earth! The torch of vengeance in your hands He quenches; unto Him belongs The... »

The Yankee Girl By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Yankee Girl By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Yankee Girl She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door, Which the long evening shadow is stretching before; With a music as sweet as the music which seems Breathed softly and faintly in the ear of our dreams! How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye, Like a star glancing out from the... »

The Slaves Of Martinique By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Slaves Of Martinique By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Slaves Of Martinique BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten, As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen. Dark, but comely, like the maiden in the ancient Jewish song: Scarcely has the toil of task-fields done her graceful beauty wrong... »

The Prayer Of Agassiz By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Prayer Of Agassiz By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Prayer Of Agassiz On the isle of Penikese, Ringed about by sapphire seas, Fanned by breezes salt and cool, Stood the Master with his school. Over sails that not in vain Wooed the west-wind’s steady strain, Line of coast that low and far Stretched its undulating bar, Wings aslant along the ... »

The Lost Statesman By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Lost Statesman By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Lost Statesman AS they who, tossing midst the storm at night, While turning shoreward, where a beacon shone, Meet the walled blackness of the heaven alone, So, on the turbulent waves of party tossed, In gloom and tempest, men have seen thy light Quenched in the darkness. At thy hour of noon, Whi... »

The Gallows By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Gallows By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Gallows I. THE suns of eighteen centuries have shone Since the Redeemer walked with man, and made The fisher’s boat, the cavern’s floor of stone, And mountain moss, a pillow for His head; And He, who wandered with the peasant Jew, And broke with publicans the bread of shame, And dran... »

The Conquest Of Finland By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Conquest Of Finland By John Greenleaf Whittier

The Conquest Of Finland ACROSS the frozen marshes The winds of autumn blow, And the fen-lands of the Wetter Are white with early snow. But where the low, gray headlands Look o’er the Baltic brine, A bark is sailing in the track Of England’s battle-line. No wares hath she to barter For Bo... »

Sumner By John Greenleaf Whittier

Sumner By John Greenleaf Whittier

Sumner O Mother State! the winds of March Blew chill o’er Auburn’s Field of God, Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch Of sky, thy mourning children trod. And now, with all thy woods in leaf, Thy fields in flower, beside thy dead Thou sittest, in thy robes of grief, A Rachel yet uncomforted... »

Palestine By John Greenleaf Whittier

Palestine By John Greenleaf Whittier

Palestine Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song, Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng; In the shade of thy palms, by the shores of thy sea, On the hills of thy beauty, my heart is with thee. With the eye of a spirit I look on that shore, Where pilgrim and prophet have lingered be... »

Mogg Megone – Part Iii. By John Greenleaf Whittier

Mogg Megone – Part Iii. By John Greenleaf Whittier

Mogg Megone – Part Iii. Ah! weary Priest! – with pale hands pressed On thy throbbing brow of pain, Baffled in thy life-long quest, Overworn with toiling vain, How ill thy troubled musings fit The holy quiet of a breast With the Dove of Peace at rest, Sweetly brooding over it. Thoughts ar... »

James Russell Lowell By John Greenleaf Whittier

James Russell Lowell By John Greenleaf Whittier

James Russell Lowell From purest wells of English undefiled None deeper drank than he, the New World’s child, Who in the language of their farm-fields spoke The wit and wisdom of New England folk, Shaming a monstrous wrong. The world-wide laugh Provoked thereby might well have shaken half The ... »

Hampton Beach By John Greenleaf Whittier

Hampton Beach By John Greenleaf Whittier

Hampton Beach THE SUNLIGHT glitters keen and bright, Where, miles away, Lies stretching to my dazzled sight A luminous belt, a misty light, Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wastes of sandy gray. The tremulous shadow of the Sea! Against its ground Of silvery light, rock, hill, and tree, Still as a pic... »

Daniel Neall By John Greenleaf Whittier

Daniel Neall By John Greenleaf Whittier

Daniel Neall I. FRIENDof the Slave, and yet the friend of all; Lover of peace, yet ever foremost when The need of battling Freedom called for men To plant the banner on the outer wall; Gentle and kindly, ever at distress Melted to more than woman’s tenderness, Yet firm and steadfast, at his du... »

Astræa At The Capitol By John Greenleaf Whittier

Astræa At The Capitol By John Greenleaf Whittier

Astræa At The Capitol WHEN first I saw our banner wave Above the nation’s council-hall, I heard beneath its marble wall The clanking fetters of the slave! In the foul market-place I stood, And saw the Christian mother sold, And childhood with its locks of gold, Blue-eyed and fair with Saxon bl... »

A Letter By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Letter By John Greenleaf Whittier

A Letter ‘TIS over, Moses! All is lost! I hear the bells a-ringing; Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host I hear the Free-Wills singing.* We’re routed, Moses, horse and foot, If there be truth in figures, With Federal Whigs in hot pursuit, And Hale, and all the ‘niggers.’ Alack! al... »

Wordsworth By John Greenleaf Whittier

Wordsworth By John Greenleaf Whittier

Wordsworth WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS. Dear friends, who read the world aright, And in its common forms discern A beauty and a harmony The many never learn! Kindred in soul of him who found In simple flower and leaf and stone The impulse of the sweetest lays Our Saxon tongue has known,&#... »