Julia Ward Howe Night Poems
- 1. Mother Mind
I never made a poem, dear friend-
I never sat me down, and said,
This cunning brain and patient hand
Shall fashion something to be read.
... - 2. The Dead Christ
Take the dead Christ to my chamber,
The Christ I brought from Rome;
Over all the tossing ocean,
He has reached his western home;
... - 3. My Last Dance
The shell of objects inwardly consumed
Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes;
Such sense hath Fire to waste the heart of things,
Nature, such love to hold the form she makes.
... - 4. Our Orders
WEAVE no more silks, ye Lyons looms,
To deck our girls for gay delights!
The crimson flower of battle blooms,
And solemn marches fill the night.
... - 5. Tribute To Oliver Wendell Holmes
Thou metamorphic god!
Who mak'st the straight Olympus thy abode,
Hermes to subtle laughter moving,
Apollo with serener loving,
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Howard Eugene Bohrn: I have in my possession an original newspaper clipping entitled, "Mrs. Howe's Lincoln Poem."'
It goes on to say, "At the Lincoln meeting in Boston's Symphony Hall Friday Mrs. Julia Ward Howe contributed a poem which dispatch says she recited "in a strong and firm voice." Mrs. Howe is now in her ninetieth yearl "
