. Sette grandi poeti americani. rless ; egli lireathed intothem il breatli della vita ed essi Ijloonied e wei-efragrant nuovamente. Egli è venuto per il passato come il Sud a windscome tlie boschi in primavera; e gli alberi mettere ontheir leacs, e la messa a terra la sua muschi e dell itswild-fiori a salutarlo. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 1807-18i)2 Ho amato i suoi amici, ha perdonato liis nemici ; ^uil, se liis parole furono harsli a volte,giacciono risparmiato fellowinen Iris. -I suoi colpi cadde solo sul loro crimini. Egli ha amato il buon e saggio, ma ha trovato il suo cuore umano per tutti akin^]n incontrato sul terreno comune della sofferenza di un

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. Seven great American poets. rless ; he lireathed intothem the breatli of life, and they Ijloonied and wei-efragrant again. He came to the past as the south windscome to tlie woods in the spring; and the trees put ontheir leacs, and the earth its mosses, and the dell itswild-flowers to greet him. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 1807-18i)2 Ho loved his friends, forgave liis foes ; ^uil, if liis words were harsli at times, lie spared Iris fellowinen. —his blows Fell only on their crimes. He loved the good and wise, but found His human heart to all akin^]n met him on the common ground Of suffering and of sin. His eye was beautys powerless slaxe, And his the ear which discord pains Few guessed beneath his aspect grmcAVhat passions strove in chains. He woi-shiped as his fathers did.And kept the faith of childish days, And, howsoeer he strayed or slid, He loved the good old ways. But still his heart was full of aweAnd reverence for all sacred things ; And, brooding over form and law, He saw the Spirits wings. 2Ii/ yanicsdke.. ^ //^y^t^^^V.^.J . JOHN (rREENLEAF WHITTIJ-Ul I know not what the futiue hath (){ marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies. And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruisfed reed he will not break, But strengthen and sustain, The Eterruil Coudness. Does it not seem strange that a farmers smi, livingin a lonely valley, shut in from the outer world of cul-ture and learning, with only the hills, the tiees and thesky for his teachers, should become one of our greatpoets? Yet such was the case ith John GreenleafWhittier. Brought up on a farm in the lonely country, near no center of culture, having no advantages of edu-cation, in an austere household where denial of pleasureand obedience to duty was the law of his boyhood, withonly the Bible for his reading for many years, yet hebecame the poet of New England and a foremost leaderin the great cause of humanity, the freeing of theslaves. He not only sang of

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• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1900
• booksubjectamerica
• bookyear1901