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The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Selected. With a Prefatory Notice, by E. Hope
The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier Selected With a Prefatory Notice by E Hope Author:John Greenleaf Whittier General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1885 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: The singer ceased. The moon's white rays Fell on the rapt, still face of her. "Allah il Allah! He hath praise From all things," said the Traveller. " Oft from the desert's silent nights, And mountain hymns of sunset lights, My heart has felt rebuke, as in his tent [unbent." The Moslem's prayer has shamed my Christian knee He paused, and lo ! far, faint, and slow The bells in Newbury's steeples tolled The twelve dead hours ; the lamp burned low ; The singer sought her canvas fold. One sadly said, " At break of day We strike our tent and go our way." But one made answer cheerily, "Never fear, We'll pitch this tent of ours in type another year." MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. A DREAM OF SUMMER. BLAND as the morning breath of June The southwest breezes play ; And, through its haze, the winter noon Seems warm as summer's day. The snow-plumed Angel of the North Has dropped his icy spear ; Again the mossy earth looks forth, Again the streams gush clear. The fox his hillside cell forsakes, The muskrat leaves his nook, The bluebird in the meadow brakes Is singing with the brook. "Bear up, O Mother Nature ! " cry Bird, breeze, and streamlet free; " Our winter voices prophesy Of summer days to thee ! So, in those winters of the soul, By bitter blasts and drear O'erswept from Memory's frozen pole, Will sunny days appear. Reviving Hope and Faith, they show The soul its living powers, And how beneath the winter's snow Lie germs of summer flowers ! The Night is mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses ...« less