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As they who watch by sick beds find relief	A
Unwittingly from the great stress of grief	A
And anxious care in fantasies outwrought	B
From the hearth's embers flickering low or caught	B
From whispering wind or tread of passing feet	B
Or vagrant memory calling up some sweet	B
Snatch of old song or romance whence or why	C
They scarcely know or ask so thou and I	C
Nursed in the faith that Truth alone is strong	D
In the endurance which outwearies Wrong	D
With meek persistence baffling brutal force	E
And trusting God against the universe	F
We doomed to watch a strife we may not share	G
With other weapons than the patriot's prayer	G
Yet owning with full hearts and moistened eyes	H
The awful beauty of self sacrifice	I
And wrung by keenest sympathy for all	J
Who give their loved ones for the living wall	J
'Twixt law and treason in this evil day	B
May haply find through automatic play	B
Of pen and pencil solace to our pain	K
And hearten others with the strength we gain	K
I know it has been said our times require	L
No play of art nor dalliance with the lyre	M
No weak essay with Fancy's chloroform	N
To calm the hot mad pulses of the storm	N
But the stern war blast rather such as sets	O
The battle's teeth of serried bayonets	O
And pictures grim as Vernet's Yet with these	P
Some softer tints may blend and milder keys	P
Relieve the storm stunned ear Let us keep sweet	B
If so we may our hearts even while we eat	B
The bitter harvest of our own device	I
And half a century's moral cowardice	Q
As N rnberg sang while Wittenberg defied	B
And Kranach painted by his Luther's side	B
And through the war march of the Puritan	R
The silver stream of Marvell's music ran	S
So let the household melodies be sung	T
The pleasant pictures on the wall be hung	T
So let us hold against the hosts of night	B
And slavery all our vantage ground of light	B
Let Treason boast its savagery and shake	U
From its flag folds its symbol rattlesnake	U
Nurse its fine arts lay human skins in tan	S
And carve its pipe bowls from the bones of man	S
And make the tale of Fijian banquets dull	V
By drinking whiskey from a loyal skull	V
But let us guard till this sad war shall cease	W
God grant it soon the graceful arts of peace	W
No foes are conquered who the victors teach	X
Their vandal manners and barbaric speech	X
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And while with hearts of thankfulness we bear	G
Of the great common burden our full share	G
Let none upbraid us that the waves entice	I
Thy sea dipped pencil or some quaint device	I
Rhythmic and sweet beguiles my pen away	B
From the sharp strifes and sorrows of to day	B
Thus while the east wind keen from Labrador	Y
Sings it the leafless elms and from the shore	Y
Of the great sea comes the monotonous roar	Y
Of the long breaking surf and all the sky	C
Is gray with cloud home bound and dull I try	C
To time a simple legend to the sounds	Z
Of winds in the woods and waves on pebbled bounds	Z
A song for oars to chime with such as might	B
Be sung by tired sea painters who at night	B
Look from their hemlock camps by quiet cove	A2
Or beach moon lighted on the waves they love	B2
So hast thou looked when level sunset lay	B
On the calm bosom of some Eastern bay	B
And all the spray moist rocks and waves that rolled	B
Up the white sand slopes flashed with ruddy gold	B
Something it has a flavor of the sea	C2
And the sea's freedom which reminds of thee	C2
Its faded picture dimly smiling down	D2
From the blurred fresco of the ancient town	D2
I have not touched with warmer tints in vain	K
If in this dark sad year it steals one thought from pain	K
	-
Her fingers shame the ivory keys	P
They dance so light along	D
The bloom upon her parted lips	E2
Is sweeter than the song	D
	-
O perfumed suitor spare thy smiles	F2
Her thoughts are not of thee	C2
She better loves the salted wind	B
The voices of the sea	C2
	-
Her heart is like an outbound ship	G2
That at its anchor swings	H2
The murmur of the stranded shell	I2
Is in the song she sings	H2
	-
She sings and smiling hears her praise	J2
But dreams the while of one	R
Who watches from his sea blown deck	K2
The icebergs in the sun	R
	-
She questions all the winds that blow	L2
And every fog wreath dim	M2
And bids the sea birds flying north	N2
Bear messages to him	M2
	-
She speeds them with the thanks of men	O2
He perilled life to save	P2
And grateful prayers like holy oil	Q2
To smooth for him the wave	P2
	-
Brown Viking of the fishing smack	R2
Fair toast of all the town	D2
The skipper's jerkin ill beseems	J2
The lady's silken gown	D2
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But ne'er shall Amy Wentworth wear	G
For him the blush of shame	S2
Who dares to set his manly gifts	J2
Against her ancient name	S2
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The stream is brightest at its spring	T2
And blood is not like wine	U2
Nor honored less than he who heirs	J2
Is he who founds a line	U2
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Full lightly shall the prize be won	R
If love be Fortune's spur	L
And never maiden stoops to him	M2
Who lifts himself to her	L
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Her home is brave in Jaffrey Street	B
With stately stairways worn	V2
By feet of old Colonial knights	J2
And ladies gentle born	V2
	-
Still green about its ample porch	W2
The English ivy twines	J2
Trained back to show in English oak	X2
The herald's carven signs	J2
	-
And on her from the wainscot old	B
Ancestral faces frown	D2
And this has worn the soldier's sword	B
And that the judge's gown	D2
	-
But strong of will and proud as they	B
She walks the gallery floor	Y
As if she trod her sailor's deck	K2
By stormy Labrador	Y
	-
The sweetbrier blooms on Kittery side	B
And green are Elliot's bowers	J2
Her garden is the pebbled beach	X
The mosses are her flowers	J2
	-
She looks across the harbor bar	Y2
To see the white gulls fly	C
His greeting from the Northern sea	J2
Is in their clanging cry	C
	-
She hums a song and dreams that he	J2
As in its romance old	B
Shall homeward ride with silken sails	J2
And masts of beaten gold	B
	-
Oh rank is good and gold is fair	G
And high and low mate ill	Z2
But love has never known a law	A3
Beyond its own sweet will	Z2

John Greenleaf Whittier

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