This document contains 5 poems by John Greenleaf Whittier:
1) Ichabod describes the fall from grace of a once great man.
2) I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In tells the story of a woman caring for a sick stranger.
3) Immortal Love describes eternal love that transcends all names and systems.
4) In Memory: James T. Fields honors a kind and joyful friend who has passed away.
5) In Peace depicts peaceful natural scenes that bring comfort in remembering a departed friend.
This document contains 5 poems by John Greenleaf Whittier:
1) Ichabod describes the fall from grace of a once great man.
2) I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In tells the story of a woman caring for a sick stranger.
3) Immortal Love describes eternal love that transcends all names and systems.
4) In Memory: James T. Fields honors a kind and joyful friend who has passed away.
5) In Peace depicts peaceful natural scenes that bring comfort in remembering a departed friend.
This document contains 5 poems by John Greenleaf Whittier:
1) Ichabod describes the fall from grace of a once great man.
2) I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In tells the story of a woman caring for a sick stranger.
3) Immortal Love describes eternal love that transcends all names and systems.
4) In Memory: James T. Fields honors a kind and joyful friend who has passed away.
5) In Peace depicts peaceful natural scenes that bring comfort in remembering a departed friend.
Ichabod, by John Greenleaf Whittier So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore!
Revile him not, the Tempter hath
A snare for all; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall!
Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage,
When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night.
Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark
A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven!
Let not the land once proud of him
Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow.
But let its humbled sons, instead,
From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make.
Of all we loved and honored, naught
Save power remains; A fallen angel's pride of thought, Still strong in chains.
All else is gone; from those great eyes
The soul has fled: When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead!
Then, pay the reverence of old days
To his dead fame; Walk backward, with averted gaze, And hide the shame! I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In, by John Greenleaf Whittier 'Neath skies that winter never knew The air was full of light and balm, And warm and soft the Gulf wind blew Through orange bloom and groves of palm.
A stranger from the frozen North,
Who sought the fount of health in vain, Sank homeless on the alien earth, And breathed the languid air with pain.
God's angel came! The tender shade
Of pity made her blue eye dim; Against her woman's breast she laid The drooping, fainting head of him.
She bore him to a pleasant room,
Flower-sweet and cool with salt sea air, And watched beside his bed, for whom His far-off sisters might not care.
She fanned his feverish brow and smoothed
Its lines of pain with tenderest touch. With holy hymn and prayer she soothed The trembling soul that feared so much.
Through her the peace that passeth sight
Came to him, as he lapsed away As one whose troubled dreams of night Slide slowly into tranquil day.
The sweetness of the Land of Flowers
Upon his lonely grave she laid The jasmine dropped its golden showers, The orange lent its bloom and shade.
And something whispered in her thought,
More sweet than mortal voices be 'The service thou for him hast wrought O daughter! hath been done for me.' Immortal love, forever full, by John Greenleaf Whittier Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea!
Our outward lips confess the name
All other names above; Love only knoweth whence it came, And comprehendeth love.
Blow, winds of God, awake and blow
The mists of earth away: Shine out, O Light divine, and show How wide and far we stray.
We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For Him no depths can drown.
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet,
A present help is He; And faith still has its Olivet, And love its Galilee.
The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain; We touch Him in life’s throng and press, And we are whole again.
Through Him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame, The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with His Name.
O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate’er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine.
The letter fails, the systems fall,
And every symbol wanes; The Spirit over brooding all, Eternal Love remains.
In Memory: James T. Fields,
by John Greenleaf Whittier As a guest who may not stay Long and sad farewells to say Glides with smiling face away,
Of the sweetness and the zest
Of thy happy life possessed Thou hast left us at thy best.
Warm of heart and clear of brain,
Of thy sun-bright spirit's wane Thou hast spared us all the pain.
Now that thou hast gone away,
What is left of one to say Who was open as the day?
What is there to gloss or shun?
Save with kindly voices none Speak thy name beneath the sun.
Safe thou art on every side,
Friendship nothing finds to hide, Love's demand is satisfied.
Over manly strength and worth,
At thy desk of toil, or hearth, Played the lambent light of mirth,--
Mirth that lit, but never burned;
All thy blame to pity turned; Hatred thou hadst never learned.
Every harsh and vexing thing
At thy home-fire lost its sting; Where thou wast was always spring.
And thy perfect trust in good,
Faith in man and womanhood, Chance and change and time, withstood.
Small respect for cant and whine,
Bigot's zeal and hate malign, Had that sunny soul of thine.
But to thee was duty's claim
Sacred, and thy lips became Reverent with one holy Name.
Therefore, on thy unknown way,
Go in God's peace! We who stay But a little while delay.
Keep for us, O friend, where'er
Thou art waiting, all that here Made thy earthly presence dear;
Something of thy pleasant past
On a ground of wonder cast, In the stiller waters glassed!
Keep the human heart of thee;
Let the mortal only be Clothed in immortality.
And when fall our feet as fell
Thine upon the asphodel, Let thy old smile greet us well;
Proving in a world of bliss
What we fondly dream in this,-- Love is one with holiness!
In Peace, by John Greenleaf Whittier
A track of moonlight on a quiet lake, Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shore Whisper of peace, and with the low winds make Such harmonies as keep the woods awake, And listening all night long for their sweet sake A green-waved slope of meadow, hovered o'er By angel-troops of lilies, swaying light On viewless stems, with folded wings of white; A slumberous stretch of mountain-land, far seen Where the low westering day, with gold and green, Purple and amber, softly blended, fills The wooded vales, and melts among the hills; A vine-fringed river, winding to its rest On the calm bosom of a stormless sea, Bearing alike upon its placid breast, With earthly flowers and heavenly' stars impressed, The hues of time and of eternity Such are the pictures which the thought of thee, O friend, awakeneth,--charming the keen pain Of thy departure, and our sense of loss Requiting with the fullness of thy gain. Lo! on the quiet grave thy life-borne cross, Dropped only at its side, methinks doth shine, Of thy beatitude the radiant sign! No sob of grief, no wild lament be there, To break the Sabbath of the holy air; But, in their stead, the silent-breathing prayer Of hearts still waiting for a rest like thine. O spirit redeemed! Forgive us, if henceforth, With sweet and pure similitudes of earth, We keep thy pleasant memory freshly green, Of love's inheritance a priceless part, Which Fancy's self, in reverent awe, is seen To paint, forgetful of the tricks of art, With pencil dipped alone in colors of the heart.