IN THE CHURCHYARD AT TARRYTOWN1 HERE lies the gentle humorist, who died. How sweet a life was his; how sweet a death! O YE dead Poets, who are living still From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfil? 1876. THREE Silences there are: the first of speech, The second of desire, the third of thought; This is the lore a Spanish monk, distraught With dreams and visions, was the first to teach. These Silences, commingling each with each, Made up the perfect Silence that he sought And prayed for, and wherein at times he caught Mysterious sounds from realms beyond our reach. O thou, whose daily life anticipates The spiritual world preponderates, 1877. WAPENTAKE & TO ALFRED TENNYSON POET! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed field 2 Written for Whittier's seventieth birthday. 3 When any came to take the government of the Hundred or Wapentake in a day and place appointed, as they were accustomed to meete, all the better sort met him with lances, and he alighting from his horse, all rise up to him, and he setting or holding his lance upright, all the rest come with their lances, according to the auncient custome in confirming league and publike peace and obedience, and touch his lance or weapon, and thereof called Wapentake, for the Saxon or old English wapun is weapon, and tac, tactus, a touching, thereby this meeting called Wapentake, or touching of weapon, because that by that signe and ceremonie of touching weapon or the lance, they were sworne and confederate. Master Lamberd in Minshew. (LONGFELLOW.) 1 After the capture of Louisburg in 1745 by the Massachusetts colonists, the French in revenge sent a large fleet against Boston the next year; but it was so disabled by storms that it had to put back. Mr Thomas Prince was the pastor of the Old South Meeting-house. In 1877, when the Old South was in danger of being destroyed, Rev. Edward Everett Hale wrote to Longfellow: You told me that if the spirit moved, you would try to sing us a song for the Old South Meeting-house. I have found such a charming story that I think it will really tempt you. I want at least to tell it to you.. The whole story of the fleet is in Hutchinson's Massachusetts, ii. 384, 385. The story of Prince and the prayer is in a tract in the College Library, which I will gladly send you, or Mr. Sibley will. I should think that the assembly in the meetinghouse in the gale, and then the terror of the fleet when the gale struck them, would make a ballad-if the spirit moved!' Compare Whittier's 'In the Old South' and 'The Landmarks,' and Holmes's 'An Appeal for the Old South.' 1877. ROBERT BURNS1 I SEE amid the fields of Ayr So clear, we know not if it is For him the ploughing of those fields A more ethereal harvest yields Than sheaves of grain; Songs flush with purple bloom the rye, The plover's call, the curlew's cry, Sing in his brain. Touched by his hand, the wayside weed Becomes a flower; the lowliest reed Beside the stream Is clothed with beauty; gorse and grass And heather, where his footsteps pass, The brighter seem. He sings of love, whose flame illumes The treacherous undertow and stress At moments, wrestling with his fate, Above the tavern door, lets fall But still the music of his song Its inaster-chords Are Manhood, Freedom, Brotherhood, Its discords but an interlude Between the words. And then to die so young and leave Unfinished what he might achieve ! Yet better sure Is this, than wandering up and down, An old man in a country town, Infirm and poor. For now he haunts his native land As an immortal youth; his hand Guides every plough; He sits beside each ingle-nook, His presence haunts this room to-night, Welcome beneath this roof of mine! 1879. ΙΟ 20 30 40 1 Compare the poems on Burns by Whittier, Lowell (At the Burns Centennial,' and Incident in a Railroad Car'), Holmes, Wordsworth, etc. 50 1880. |