John Greenleaf Whittier Poems
Disarmament "Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ once more
Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon's roar,
O'er fields of corn by fiery sickles reaped
Funeral Tree Of The Sokokis Around Sebago's lonely lake
There lingers not a breeze to break
The mirror which its waters make.
Rantoul One day, along the electric wire
His manly word for Freedom sped;
We came next morn: that tongue of fire
The Healer TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN, WITH DORE'S PICTURE OF CHRIST
HEALING THE SICK.
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,
Le Marais Du Cygne A BLUSH as of roses
Where rose never grew!
Great drops on the bunch-grass,
Sumner O Mother State! the winds of March
Blew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,
Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch
The Cable Hymn O lonely bay of Trinity,
O dreary shores, give ear!
Lean down unto the white-lipped sea
An Easter Flower Gift O dearest bloom the seasons know,
Flowers of the Resurrection blow,
Our hope and faith restore;
Brown Of Ossawatomie John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day:
'I will not have to shrive my soul a priest in Slavery's pay.
But let some poor slave-mother whom I have striven to free,
The Sycamores In the outskirts of the village
On the river's winding shores
Stand the Occidental plane-trees,
The Angel Of Patience A FREE PARAPHRASE OF THE GERMAN.
To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
In The She came and stood in the Old South Church,
A wonder and a sign,
With a look the old-time sibyls wore,
Hymns Of The Brahmo Somaj I.
The mercy, O Eternal One!
By man unmeasured yet,
The Bridal Of Pennacook We had been wandering for many days
Through the rough northern country. We had seen
The sunset, with its bars of purple cloud,
Burial Of Barber BEAR him, comrades, to his grave;
Never over one more brave
Shall the prairie grasses weep,
In Remembrance Of Joseph Sturge In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,
Across the charmed bay
Whose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountains
R. S. S., At Deer Island On The Merrimac Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac,
From wave and shore a low and long lament
For him, whose last look sought thee, as he went
The Moral Warfare WHEN Freedom, on her natal day,
Within her war-rocked cradle lay,
An iron race around her stood,
The Birthday Wreath Blossom and greenness, making all
The winter birthday tropical,
And the plain Quaker parlors gay,
The Cry Of A Lost Soul In that black forest, where, when day is done,
With a snake's stillness glides the Amazon
Darkly from sunset to the rising sun,
Anniversary Poem ONCE, more, dear friends, you meet beneath
A clouded sky:
Not yet the sword has found its sheath,
Abram Morrison 'Midst the men and things which will
Haunt an old man's memory still,
Drollest, quaintest of them all,
The Inward Judge From Institutes of Manu.
The soul itself its awful witness is.
Mary Garvin FROM the heart of Waumbek Methna, from the
lake that never fails,
Falls the Saco in the green lap of Conway's
Toussaint L—ouverture 'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smile
With which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed down
Its beauty on the Indian isle, â??
Revelation Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,
O man of God! our hope and faith
The Elements and Stars assail,
One Of The Signers O storied vale of Merrimac
Rejoice through all thy shade and shine,
And from his century's sleep call back
The Farewell Of A Virginia Slave Mother Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage
Flowers In Winter How strange to greet, this frosty morn,
In graceful counterfeit of flower,
These children of the meadows, born
Centennial Hymn I.
Our fathers' God! from out whose hand
The centuries fall like grains of sand,
The Henchman My lady walks her morning round,
My lady's page her fleet greyhound,
My lady's hair the fond winds stir,
Banished From Massachusetts Over the threshold of his pleasant home
Set in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,
In simple trust, misdoubting not the end.
By Their Works Call him not heretic whose works attest
His faith in goodness by no creed confessed.
Whatever in love's name is truly done
To ----- LINES WRITTEN AFTER A SUMMER DAY'S EXCURSION.
Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom,
Conduct From the Mahabharata.
Heed how thou livest. Do no act by day
The Landmarks I.
THROUGH the streets of Marblehead
Fast the red-winged terror sped;
The Truce Of Piscataqua Raze these long blocks of brick and stone,
These huge mill-monsters overgrown;
Blot out the humbler piles as well,
The Chapel Of The Hermits 'I do believe, and yet, in grief,
I pray for help to unbelief;
For needful strength aside to lay
Our State THE South-land boasts its teeming cane,
The prairied West its heavy grain,
And sunset's radiant gates unfold
Hazel Blossoms THE SUMMER warmth has left the sky,
The summer songs have died away;
And, withered, in the footpaths lie
Burning Drift-wood Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
And see, with every waif I burn,
Old dreams and fancies coloring it,
Lines From A Letter To A Young Clerical Friend A STRENGTH Thy service cannot tire,
A faith which doubt can never dim,
A heart of love, a lip of fire,
The Golden Wedding Of Longwood With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,
The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable now.
A Welcome To Lowell Take our hands, James Russell Lowell,
Our hearts are all thy own;
To-day we bid thee welcome
Our Autocrat His laurels fresh from song and lay,
Romance, art, science, rich in all,
And young of heart, how dare we say
Seed-time And Harvest As o'er his furrowed fields which lie
Beneath a coldly dropping sky,
Yet chill with winter's melted snow,
The Rendition I HEARD the train's shrill whistle call,
I saw an earnest look beseech,
And rather by that look than speech
Divine Compassion Long since, a dream of heaven I had,
And still the vision haunts me oft;
I see the saints in white robes clad,
In School-days Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
Total 522 poems written by John Greenleaf Whittier