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John Greenleaf Whittier.
SEPTEMBER 7TH, 1892.
We shall not see again the deep-set eyes,
Tight mouth, thought-furrows on the friendly face
That never disavowed the Quaker race.
His shock of years is garnered under skies
Well known, well sung of, for his soul was wise
With all the change of season, and the grace
Of Nature, stored afield in lonely place,
To melt the labourer's heart with melodies.
Tight mouth, thought-furrows on the friendly face
That never disavowed the Quaker race.
His shock of years is garnered under skies
Well known, well sung of, for his soul was wise
With all the change of season, and the grace
Of Nature, stored afield in lonely place,
To melt the labourer's heart with melodies.
His voice was clear because he saw the truth,
The simple truth that God would have men free,
On furrows red with war his seed was sown;
And loving right and hating tyranny,
He fashioned for a nation in its youth
Such music as its age shall not disown.
The simple truth that God would have men free,
On furrows red with war his seed was sown;
And loving right and hating tyranny,
He fashioned for a nation in its youth
Such music as its age shall not disown.
Whittier was born at Haver-hill, Massachusetts, on 17th December, 1807. The early years of his life were spent in working upon a farm. After some years of journalistic experience he returned to the farm in 1832. Between 1836 and 1840 he retired to Amesbury and thence forward gave his whole time to literary and poetic work.
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