by Homer
For freedom and humanity is registered in heaven;
No slave-hunt in our borders, — no pirate on our strand! 95
No fetters in the Bay State, — no slave upon our land!
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List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Barclay of Ury
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)
UP the streets of Aberdeen,
By the kirk and college green,
Rode the Laird of Ury;
Close behind him, close beside,
Foul of mouth and evil-eyed, 5
Pressed the mob in fury.
Flouted him the drunken churl,
Jeered at him the serving-girl,
Prompt to please her master;
And the begging carlin, late 10
Fed and clothed at Ury’s gate,
Cursed him as he passed her.
Yet, with calm and stately mien,
Up the streets of Aberdeen
Came he slowly riding; 15
And, to all he saw and heard,
Answering not with bitter word,
Turning not for chiding.
Came a troop with broadswords swinging,
Bits and bridles sharply ringing, 20
Loose and free and froward;
Quoth the foremost, ‘Ride him down!
Push him! prick him! through the town
Drive the Quaker coward!’
But from out the thickening crowd 25
Cried a sudden voice and loud:
‘Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!’
And the old man at his side
Saw a comrade, battle tried,
Scarred and sunburned darkly, 30
Who with ready weapon bare,
Fronting to the troopers there,
Cried aloud: ‘God save us,
Call ye coward him who stood
Ankle deep in Lützen’s blood, 35
With the brave Gustavus?’
‘Nay, I do not need thy sword,
Comrade mine,’ said Ury’s lord.
‘Put it up, I pray thee:
Passive to His holy will, 40
Trust I in my Master still,
Even though He slay me.
‘Pledges of thy love and faith,
Proved on many a field of death,
Not by me are needed.’ 45
Marvelled much that henchman bold,
That his laird, so stout of old,
Now so meekly pleaded.
‘Woe ‘s the day!’ he sadly said,
With a slowly shaking head, 50
And a look of pity;
‘Ury’s honest lord reviled,
Mock of knave and sport of child,
In his own good city!
‘Speak the word, and, master mine, 55
As we charged on Tilly’s line,
And his Walloon lancers,
Smiting through their midst we’ll teach
Civil look and decent speech
To these boyish prancers!’ 60
‘Marvel not, mine ancient friend,
Like beginning, like the end,’
Quoth the Laird of Ury;
‘Is the sinful servant more
Than his gracious Lord who bore 65
Bonds and stripes in Jewry?
‘Give me joy that in his name
I can bear, with patient frame,
All these vain ones offer;
While for them He suffereth long, 70
Shall I answer wrong with wrong,
Scoffing with the scoffer?
‘Happier I, with loss of all,
Hunted, outlawed, held in thrall,
With few friends to greet me, 75
Than when reeve and squire were seen,
Riding out from Aberdeen,
With bared heads to meet me.
‘When each goodwife, o’er and o’er,
Blessed me as I passed her door; 80
And the snooded daughter,
Through her casement glancing down,
Smiled on him who bore renown
From red fields of slaughter.
‘Hard to feel the stranger’s scoff, 85
Hard the old friend’s falling off,
Hard to learn forgiving;
But the Lord His own rewards,
And His love with theirs accords,
Warm and fresh and living. 90
‘Through this dark and stormy night
Faith beholds a feeble light
Up the blackness streaking;
Knowing God’s own time is best,
In a patient hope I rest 95
For the full day-breaking!’
So the Laird of Ury said,
Turning slow his horse’s head
Towards the Tolbooth prison,
Where, through iron gates, he heard 100
Poor disciples of the Word
Preach of Christ arisen!
Not in vain, Confessor old,
Unto us the tale is told
Of thy day of trial; 105
Every age on him who strays
From its broad and beaten ways
Pours its seven-fold vial.
Happy he whose inward ear
Angel comfortings can hear, 110
O’er the rabble’s laughter;
And while Hatred’s fagots burn,
Glimpses through the smoke discern
Of the good hereafter.
Knowing this, that never yet 115
Share of Truth was vainly set
In the world’s wide fallow;
After hands shall sow the seed,
After hands from hill and mead
Reap the harvests yellow. 120
Thus, with somewhat of the Seer,
Must the moral pioneer
From the Future borrow;
Clothe the waste with dreams of grain,
And, on midnight’s sky of rain, 125
Paint the golden morrow!
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List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Maud Muller
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)
MAUD MULLER on a summer’s day
Raked the meadow sweet with hay.
Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth
Of simple beauty and rustic health.
Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee 5
The mock-bird echoed from his tree.
But when she glanced to the far-off town,
White from its hill-slope looking down,
The sweet song died, and a vague unrest
And a nameless longing filled her breast, — 10
A wish that she hardly dared to own,
For something better than she had known.
The Judge rode slowly down the lane,
Smoothing his horse’s chestnut mane.
He drew his bridle in the shade 15
Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid,
And asked a draught from the spring that flowed
Through the meadow across the road.
She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up,
And filled for him her small tin cup, 20
And blushed as she gave it, looking down
On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown.
‘Thanks!’ said the Judge; ‘a sweeter draught
From a fairer hand was never quaffed.’
He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, 25
Of the singing birds and the humming bees;
Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether
The cloud in the west would bring foul weather.
And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown,
And her graceful ankles bare and brown; 30
And listened, while a pleased surprise
Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.
At last, like one who for delay
Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away.
Maud Muller looked and sighed: ‘Ah me!
35
That I the Judge’s bride might be!
‘He would dress me up in silks so fine,
And praise and toast me at his wine.
‘My father should wear a broadcloth coat;
My brother should sail a painted boat. 40
‘I’d dress my mother so grand and gay,
And the baby should have a new toy each day.
‘And I’d feed the hungry and clothe the poor,
And all should bless me who left our door.’
The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill 45
And saw Maud Muller standing still.
‘A form more fair, a face more sweet,
Ne’er hath it been my lot to meet.
‘And her modest answer and graceful air
Show her wise and good as she is fair. 50
‘Would she were mine, and I to-day,
Like her, a harvester of hay;
‘No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs,
Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues,
‘But low of cattle and song of birds, 55
And health and quiet and loving words.’
But he thought of his sisters, proud and cold,
And his mother, vain of her rank and gold.
So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on,
And Maud was left in the field alone. 60
But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,
When he hummed in court an old love-tune;
And the young girl mused beside the well
Till the rain on the unraked clover fell.
He wedded a wife of richest dower, 65
Who lived for fashion, as he for power.
Yet oft, in his marble hearth’s bright glow,
He watched a picture come and go;
And sweet Maud Muller’s hazel eyes
Looked out in their innocent surprise. 70
Oft, when the wine in his glass was red,
He longed for the wayside well instead;
And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms
To dream of meadows and clover-blooms.
And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain, 75
‘Ah, that I were free again!
‘Free as when I rode that day,
Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay.’
She wedded a man unlearned and poor,
And many children played round her door. 80
But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain,
Left their traces on heart and brain.
And oft, when the summer sun shone hot
On the new-mown hay in the meadow lot,
And she heard the little spring brook fall 85
Over the roadside, through the wall,
In the shade of the apple-tree again
She saw a rider draw his rein;
And, gazing down with timid grace,
She felt his pleased eyes read her face. 90
Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls
Stretched away into stately halls;
The weary wheel to a spinnet turned,
The tallow candle an astral burned,
And for him who sat by the chimney lug, 95
Dozing and grumbling o’er pipe and mug,
A manly form at her side she saw,
And joy was duty and love was law.
Then she took up her burden of life again,
Saying only, ‘It might have been.’ 100
Alas for maiden, alas for Judge,
For rich repiner and household drudge!
God pity them both! and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, 105
The saddest are these: ‘It might have been!’
Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes;
And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away! 110
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List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
The Barefoot Boy
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)
BLESSINGS on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still 5
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy, —
I was once a barefoot boy! 10
Prince thou art, — the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy 15
In the reach of ear and eye, —
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
Oh for boyhood’s painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day, 20
Health that mocks the doctor’s rules,
Knowledge never learned of schools,
Of the wild bee’s morning chase,
Of the wild-flower’s time and place,
Flight of fowl and habitude 25
Of the tenants of the wood;
How the tortoise bears his shell,
How the woodchuck digs his cell,
And the ground-mole sinks his well;
How the robin feeds her young, 30
How the oriole’s nest is hung;
Where the whitest lilies blow,
Where the freshest berries grow,
Where the ground-nut trails its vine,
Where the wood-grape’s clusters shine; 35
Of the black wasp’s cunning way,
Mason of his walls of clay,
And the architectural plans
Of gray hornet artisans!
For, eschewing books and tasks, 40
Nature answers all he asks;
Hand in hand with her he walks,
Face to face with her he talks,
Part and parcel of her joy, —
Blessings on the barefoot boy! 45
Oh for boyhood’s time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw,
Me, their master, waited for.
I was rich in flowers and trees, 50
Humming-birds and honey-bees;
For my sport the squirrel played,
Plied the snouted mole his spade;
For my taste the blackberry cone
Purpled over hedge and stone; 55
Laughed the brook for my delight
Through the day and through the night,
Whispering at the garden wall,
Talked with me from fall to fall;
Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, 60
Mine the walnut slopes beyond,
Mine, on bending orchard trees,
Apples of Hesperides!
Still as my horizon grew,
Larger grew my riches too; 65
All the world I saw or knew
Seemed a complex Chinese toy,
Fashioned for a barefoot boy!
Oh for festal dainties spread,
Like my bowl of milk and bread; 70
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood,
On the door-stone, gray and rude!
O’er me, like a regal tent,
Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent,
Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, 75
Looped in many a wind-swung fold;
While for music came the play
Of the pied frogs’ orchestra;
And, to light the noisy choir,
Lit the fly his lamp of fire. 80
I was monarch: pomp and joy
Waited on the barefoot boy!
Cheerily, then, my little man,
Live and laugh, as boyhood can!
Though the flinty s
lopes be hard, 85
Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,
Every morn shall lead thee through
Fresh baptisms of the dew;
Every evening from thy feet
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: 90
All too soon these feet must hide
In the prison cells of pride,
Lose the freedom of the sod,
Like a colt’s for work be shod,
Made to treat the mills of toil, 95
Up and down in ceaseless moil:
Happy if their track be found
Never on forbidden ground;
Happy if they sink not in
Quick and treacherous sands of sin. 100
Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy,
Ere it passes, barefoot boy!
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List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Skipper Ireson’s Ride
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)
OF all the rides since the birth of time,
Told in story or sung in rhyme, —
On Apuleius’s Golden Ass,
Or one-eyed Calender’s horse of brass,
Witch astride of a human back, 5
Islam’s prophet on Al-Borák, —
The strangest ride that ever was sped
Was Ireson’s, out from Marblehead!
Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart,
Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart 10
By the women of Marblehead!
Body of turkey, head of owl,
Wings a-droop like a rained-on fowl,
Feathered and ruffled in every part,