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Not vainly did old poets tell	A
Nor vainly did old genius paint	B
God's great and crowning miracle	C
The hero and the saint	B
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For even in a faithless day	D
Can we our sainted ones discern	E
And feel while with them on the way	D
Our hearts within us burn	E
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And thus the common tongue and pen	F
Which world wide echo Channing's fame	G
As one of Heaven's anointed men	F
Have sanctified his name	G
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In vain shall Rome her portals bar	H
And shut from him her saintly prize	I
Whom in the world's great calendar	J
All men shall canonize	I
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By Narragansett's sunny bay	D
Beneath his green embowering wood	K
To me it seems but yesterday	D
Since at his side I stood	K
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The slopes lay green with summer rains	L
The western wind blew fresh and free	M
And glimmered down the orchard lanes	L
The white surf of the sea	M
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With us was one who calm and true	N
Life's highest purpose understood	K
And like his blessed Master knew	N
The joy of doing good	K
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Unlearned unknown to lettered fame	G
Yet on the lips of England's poor	O
And toiling millions dwelt his name	G
With blessings evermore	P
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Unknown to power or place yet where	Q
The sun looks o'er the Carib sea	M
It blended with the freeman's prayer	Q
And song of jubilee	M
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He told of England's sin and wrong	R
The ills her suffering children know	S
The squalor of the city's throng	R
The green field's want and woe	S
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O'er Channing's face the tenderness	T
Of sympathetic sorrow stole	U
Like a still shadow passionless	T
The sorrow of the soul	U
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But when the generous Briton told	V
How hearts were answering to his own	W
And Freedom's rising murmur rolled	V
Up to the dull eared throne	W
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I saw methought a glad surprise	T
Thrill through that frail and pain worn frame	G
And kindling in those deep calm eyes	T
A still and earnest flame	G
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His few brief words were such as move	X
The human heart the Faith sown seeds	T
Which ripen in the soil of love	Y
To high heroic deeds	T
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No bars of sect or clime were felt	Z
The Babel strife of tongues had ceased	A2
And at one common altar knelt	Z
The Quaker and the priest	A2
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And not in vain with strength renewed	B2
And zeal refreshed and hope less dim	C2
For that brief meeting each pursued	B2
The path allotted him	C2
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How echoes yet each Western hill	D2
And vale with Channing's dying word	E2
How are the hearts of freemen still	D2
By that great warning stirred	E2
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The stranger treads his native soil	F2
And pleads with zeal unfelt before	P
The honest right of British toil	F2
The claim of England's poor	O
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Before him time wrought barriers fall	G2
Old fears subside old hatreds melt	Z
And stretching o'er the sea's blue wall	G2
The Saxon greets the Celt	Z
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The yeoman on the Scottish lines	T
The Sheffield grinder worn and grim	C2
The delver in the Cornwall mines	T
Look up with hope to him	C2
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Swart smiters of the glowing steel	H2
Dark feeders of the forge's flame	G
Pale watchers at the loom and wheel	H2
Repeat his honored name	G
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And thus the influence of that hour	J
Of converse on Rhode Island's strand	I2
Lives in the calm resistless power	J
Which moves our fatherland	I2
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God blesses still the generous thought	J2
And still the fitting word He speeds	T
And Truth at His requiring taught	J2
He quickens into deeds	T
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Where is the victory of the grave	K2
What dust upon the spirit lies	T
God keeps the sacred life he gave	K2
The prophet never dies	T

John Greenleaf Whittier

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