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# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/My Thanks

MY THANKS
ACCOMPANYING MANUSCRIPTS PRESENTED TO A FRIEND
[Formerly entitled Lines.]
’T is said that in the Holy Land The angels of the place have blessed The pilgrim’s bed of desert sand, Like Jacob’s stone of rest.
That down the hush of Syrian skies Some sweet-voiced saint at twilight sings The song whose holy symphonies Are beat by unseen wings;
Till starting from his sandy bed, The wayworn wanderer looks to see The halo of an angel’s head Shine through the tamarisk-tree.
So through the shadows of my way Thy smile hath fallen soft and clear, So at the weary close of day Hath seemed thy voice of cheer.
That pilgrim pressing to his goal May pause not for the vision’s sake, Yet all fair things within his soul The thought of it shall wake:
The graceful palm-tree by the well, Seen on the far horizon’s rim; The dark eyes of the fleet gazelle, Bent timidly on him;
Each pictured saint, whose golden hair Streams sunlike through the convent’s gloom; Pale shrines of martyrs young and fair, And loving Mary’s tomb;
And thus each tint or shade which falls, From sunset cloud or waving tree, Along my pilgrim path, recalls The pleasant thought of thee.
Of one in sun and shade the same, In weal and woe my steady friend, Whatever by that holy name The angels comprehend.
Not blind to faults and follies, thou Hast never failed the good to see, Nor judged by one unseemly bough The upward-struggling tree.
These light leaves at thy feet I lay,— Poor common thoughts on common things, Which Time is shaking, day by day, Like feathers from his wings;
Chance shootings from a frail life-tree, To nurturing care but little known, Their good was partly learned of thee, Their folly is my own.
That tree still clasps the kindly mould, Its leaves still drink the twilight dew, And weaving its pale green with gold, Still shines the sunlight through.
There still the morning zephyrs play, And there at times the spring bird sings, And mossy trunk and fading spray Are flowered with glossy wings.
Yet, even in genial sun and rain, Root, branch, and leaflet fail and fade; The wanderer on its lonely plain Erelong shall miss its shade.
O friend beloved, whose curious skill Keeps bright the last year’s leaves and flowers, With warm, glad, summer thoughts to fill The cold, dark, winter hours!
Pressed on thy heart, the leaves I bring May well defy the wintry cold, Until, in Heaven’s eternal spring, Life’s fairer ones unfold.
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/Le Marais du Cygne

LE MARAIS DU CYGNE
The massacre of unarmed and unoffending men, in Southern Kansas, in May, 1858, took place near the Marais du Cygne of the French voyageurs.
A blush as of roses Where rose never grew! Great drops on the bunch-grass, But not of the dew! A taint in the sweet air For wild bees to shun! A stain that shall never Bleach out in the sun!
Back, steed of the prairies! Sweet song-bird, fly back! Wheel hither, bald vulture! Gray wolf, call thy pack! The foul human vultures Have feasted and fled; The wolves of the Border Have crept from the dead.
From the hearths of their cabins, The fields of their corn, Unwarned and unweaponed, The victims were torn,—
By the whirlwind of murder Swooped up and swept on To the low, reedy fen-lands, The Marsh of the Swan.
With a vain plea for mercy No stout knee was crooked; In the mouths of the rifles Right manly they looked. How paled the May sunshine, O Marais du Cygne! On death for the strong life, On red grass for green!
In the homes of their rearing, Yet warm with their lives, Ye wait the dead only, Poor children and wives! Put out the red forge-fire, The smith shall not come; Unyoke the brown oxen, The ploughman lies dumb.
Wind slow from the Swan’s Marsh, O dreary death-train, With pressed lips as bloodless As lips of the slain! Kiss down the young eyelids, Smooth down the gray hairs; Let tears quench the curses That burn through your prayers.
Strong man of the prairies, Mourn bitter and wild! Wail, desolate woman! Weep, fatherless child! But the grain of God springs up From ashes beneath, And the crown of his harvest Is life out of death.
Not in vain on the dial The shade moves along, To point the great contrasts Of right and of wrong: Free homes and free altars, Free prairie and flood,— The reeds of the Swan’s Marsh, Whose bloom is of blood!
On the lintels of Kansas That blood shall not dry; Henceforth the Bad Angel Shall harmless go by; Henceforth to the sunset, Unchecked on her way, Shall Liberty follow The march of the day.
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/Lines on the Portrait of a Celebrated Publisher

LINES ON THE PORTRAIT OF A CELEBRATED PUBLISHER
The lines following were addressed to a magazine publisher, who, alarmed for his Southern circulation, not only dropped the name of Grace Greenwood from his list of contributors, but made an offensive parade of his action, with the view of strengthening his position among slaveholders and conservatives. By some coincidence his portrait was issued about the same time.
A moony breadth of virgin face, By thought unviolated; A patient mouth, to take from scorn The hook with bank-notes baited! Its self-complacent sleekness shows How thrift goes with the fawner; An unctuous unconcern of all Which nice folks call dishonor!
A pleasant print to peddle out In lands of rice and cotton; The model of that face in dough Would make the artist’s fortune. For Fame to thee has come unsought, While others vainly woo her, In proof how mean a thing can make A great man of its doer.
To whom shall men thyself compare, Since common models fail ’em, Save classic goose of ancient Rome, Or sacred ass of Balaam? The gabble of that wakeful goose Saved Rome from sack of Brennus; The braying of the prophet’s ass Betrayed the angel’s menace!
So when Guy Fawkes, in petticoats, And azure-tinted hose on, Was twisting from thy love-lorn sheets The slow-match of explosion— An earthquake blast that would have tossed The Union as a feather, Thy instinct saved a perilled land And perilled purse together.
Just think of Carolina’s sage Sent whirling like a Dervis, Of Quattlebum in middle air Performing strange drill-service! Doomed like Assyria’s lord of old, Who fell before the Jewess, Or sad Abimelech, to sigh, “Alas! a woman slew us!”
Thou saw’st beneath a fair disguise The danger darkly lurking, And maiden bodice dreaded more Than warrior’s steel-wrought jerkin. How keen to scent the hidden plot! How prompt wert thou to balk it, With patriot zeal and pedler thrift, For country and for pocket!
Thy likeness here is doubtless well, But higher honor ’s due it; On auction-block and negro-jail Admiring eyes should view it. Or, hung aloft, it well might grace The nation’s senate-chamber— A greedy Northern bottle-fly Preserved in Slavery’s amber!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/Lines from a Letter to a Young Clerical Friend

LINES
FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG CLERICAL FRIEND
A strength Thy service cannot tire, A faith which doubt can never dim, A heart of love, a lip of fire, O Freedom’s God! be Thou to him!
Speak through him words of power and fear, As through Thy prophet bards of old, And let a scornful people hear Once more Thy Sinai-thunders rolled.
For lying lips Thy blessing seek, And hands of blood are raised to Thee, And on Thy children, crushed and weak, The oppressor plants his kneeling knee.
Let then, O God! Thy servant dare Thy truth in all its power to tell, Unmask the priestly thieves, and tear The Bible from the grasp of hell!
From hollow rite and narrow span Of law and sect by Thee released, Oh, teach him that the Christian man Is holier than the Jewish priest.
Chase back the shadows, gray and old, Of the dead ages from his way, And let his hopeful eyes behold The dawn of Thy millennial day;
That day when fettered limb and mind Shall know the truth which maketh free, And he alone who loves his kind Shall, childlike, claim the love of Thee!
# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Horrors

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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Lays of Sorrow, No. 1

* ↑ I.e. the jam without the jars. Observe the beauty of this rhyme.
* ↑ At the rate of a stroke and two-thirds in a second.
* ↑ Unless the hen was a poacher, which is unlikely.
* ↑ The henhouse.
* ↑ Beak and claw.
* ↑ Press out.
* ↑ Probably one of the two stalwart youths.
* ↑ The system of return tickets is an excellent one. People are conveyed, on particular days, there and back again for one fare.
* ↑ An additional vexation would be that his "Return" ticket would be no use the next day.
* ↑ Perhaps even the "bursting" heart of its master.
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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/My Fairy

Written when the author was thirteen.
EARLY VERSE
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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Facts

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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Punctuality

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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Lays of Sorrow, No. 2

* ↑ This Rectory has been supposed to have been built in the time of Edward VI, but recent discoveries clearly assign its origin to a much earlier period. A stone has been found in an island formed by the river Tees on which is inscribed the letter "A," which is justly conjectured to stand for the name of the great King Alfred, in whose reign this house was probably built.
* ↑ The poet entreats pardon for having represented a donkey under this dignified name.
* ↑ A full account of the history and misfortunes of these interesting creatures may be found in the first "Lay of Sorrow."
* ↑ It is a singular fact that a donkey makes a point of returning any kicks offered to it.
* ↑ This valiant knight, besides having a heart of steel and nerves of iron, has been lately in the habit of carrying a brick in his eye.
* ↑ She was sister to both.
* ↑ The reader will probably be at a loss to discover the nature of this triumph, as no object was gained, and the donkey was obviously the victor; on this point, however, we are sorry to say we can offer no good explanation.
* ↑ Much more acceptable to a true knight than "corn-land" which the Roman people were so foolish as to give to their daring champion, Horatius.
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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Misunderstandings

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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/As It Fell Upon a Day

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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Brother and Sister

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# The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Melodies

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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Notes Of Class Talks And Lectures/The Reality And Shadow

That which differentiates one thing from another is time, space, and causation.
The differentiation is in the form, not in the substance. You may destroy the form and it disappears for ever; but the substance remains the same. You can never destroy the substance.
Evolution is in nature, not in the soul—evolution of nature, manifestation of the soul.
Maya is not illusion as it is popularly interpreted. Maya is real, yet it is not real. It is real in that the Real is behind it and gives it its appearance of reality. That which is real in Maya is the Reality in and through Maya. Yet the Reality is never seen ; and hence that which is seen is unreal, and it has no real independent existence of itself, but is dependent upon the Real for its existence.
Maya then is a paradox—real, yet not real, an illusion, yet not an illusion.
He who knows the Real sees in Maya not illusion, but reality. He who knows not the Real sees in Maya illusion and thinks it real.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Notes Of Class Talks And Lectures/The Practice Of Religion

We read many books, but that does not bring us knowledge. We may read all the Bibles in the world, but that will not give us religion. Theoretical religion is easy enough to get, any one may get that. What we want is practical religion.
The Christian idea of a practical religion is in doing good works—worldly utility.
What good is utility? Judged from a utilitarian standpoint, religion is a failure. Every hospital is a prayer that more people may come there. What is meant by charity? Charity is not fundamental. It is really helping on the misery of the world, not eradicating it. One looks for name and fame and covers his efforts to obtain them with the enamel of charity and good works. He is working for himself under the pretext of working for others. Every so-called charity is an encouragement of the very evil it claims to operate against.
Men and women go to balls and dance all night in honor of some hospital or other charitable institution, then go home, behave like beasts, and bring devils into the world to fill jails, insane asylums, and hospitals. So it goes on, and it is called good works—building hospital, etc. The ideal of good works is to lessen, or eradicate, the misery of the world. The Yogi says, all misery comes from not being able to control the mind. The Yogi's ideal is freedom from nature. Conquest of nature is his standard of work. The Yogi says that all power is in the soul, and by the controlling of the mind and body one conquers nature by the power of the soul.
Every ounce of muscle in excess of what is beyond the needs of one's physical work is that much less of brain. Do not exercise too hard; it is injurious. The one who does not work hard will live the longest. Eat less food and work less. Store up brain food.
Household work is enough for women.
Do not make the lamp burn fast; let it burn slowly.
Proper diet means simple diet, not highly spiced.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Notes Of Class Talks And Lectures/The Goal

Dualism recognises God and nature to be eternally separate: the universe and nature eternally dependent upon God.
The extreme monists make no such distinction. In the last analysis, they claim, all is God: the universe becomes lost in God; God is the eternal life of the universe.
With them infinite and finite are mere terms. The universe, nature, etc. exist by virtue of differentiation. Nature is itself differentiation.
Such questions as, "Why did God create the universe?" "Why did the All-perfect create the imperfect?" etc., can never be answered, because such questions are logical absurdities. Reason exists in nature; beyond nature it has no existence. God is omnipotent, hence to ask why He did so and so is to limit Him; for it implies that there is a purpose in His creating the universe. If He has a purpose, it must be a means to an end, and this would mean that He could not have the end without the means. The questions, why and wherefore, can only be asked of something which depends upon something else.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Writings: Prose and Poems(Original and Translated)
## Writings: Prose and Poems(Original and Translated)

* Historical Evolution of India
* The Story of the Boy Gopala
* My Play is Done
* The Cup
* A Benediction
* The Hymn of Creation
* On the Sea's Bosom
* Hinduism and Shri Ramakrishna
* The Bengali Language
* Matter for Serious Thought
* Shiva's Demon
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Notes Of Class Talks And Lectures/Unselfish Work Is True Renunciation

This world is not for cowards. Do not try to fly. Look not for success or failure. Join yourself to the perfectly unselfish will and work on. Know that the mind which is born to succeed joins itself to a determined will and perseveres. You have the right to work, but do not become so degenerate as to look for results. Work incessantly, but see something behind the work. Even good deeds can find a man in great bondage. Therefore be not bound by good deeds or by desire for name and fame. Those who know this secret pass beyond this round of birth and death and become immortal.
The ordinary Sannyasin gives up the world, goes out, and thinks of God. The real Sannyasin lives in the world, but is not of it. Those who deny themselves, live in the forest, and chew the cud of unsatisfied desires are not true renouncers. Live in the midst of the battle of life. Anyone can keep calm in a cave or when asleep. Stand in the whirl and madness of action and reach the Centre. If you have found the Centre, you cannot be moved.
# The Condor/Volume 1/Number 2/Nesting of Hyocichla aonalaschkæ auduboni in the Sierra Mountains

Nesting of Hylocichla aonalaschke auduboni in the Sierra Nevadas.
BY LYMAN BELDING, STOCKTON CAL. [Read before the Northern Division of the Cooper Orn. Club, Mar. 4, 1899.]
THIS is the bird I named Turdus sequoiensis a few years ago, but as I neglected to send enough specimens to the Committee of the A. O. U. to convince them it was worthy of a new name, they finally "considered it to be identical with the Audubon's Hermit Thrush of the Rocky Mountains," and I suppose it so stands at present. By any other name it would sing just as sweetly.
It is the finest song bird of the Pacific Coast, breeding in many localities in the Sierras, on both slopes, usually choosing damp, densely-wooded localities for a summer home. It begins to sing about the middle of May at 5,000 feet altitude, below which it is seldom found in summer, and sings until about the first of September, when it leaves for warmer regions.
Altogether I have found seven nests of this bird; all of them were within a few feet of paths. They were mostly well-concealed, but one was the reverse, having been saddled on a fallen, dead, barkless fir sapling, with nothing to hide it except a few dead and leafless twigs. This nest contained four young which were quite fit to leave the nest about the middle of June. The eggs appear to be four or less. Three of the nests were in yew trees (Taxus), one was in a hazel bush (Corylus) and two were in deer brush (Ceanothus). The highest was about ten feet from the ground and the lowest about three feet. There was more or less moss (Hypnum) in all of the nests though the materials used in them varied considerably.
I hope this information will help ornithologists to find a few eggs of this very interesting bird and that they will forever afterward refrain from molesting this charming songster, to which I am indebted for many, many happy hours. Two photographs of one nest were kindly taken at my request, in 1898, but Mr. L. E. Hunt of Berkeley, Cal. The nest represented was built on a fallen cone of a sugar pine (P. lambertiana) which had lodged in a deer brush.
# The Condor/Volume 1/Number 2/Note on Lewis' Woodpecker

​Notes on Lewis' Woodpecker. This woodpecker (Melanerpes torquatus) is interesting from the fact that it is neither a winter nor summer bird in this vicinity, but one of the most industrious foragers I have observed. Last summer there were but few acorns and I failed to notice a single bird though I am told that a few of them appeared but left immediately upon the advent of a spell of exceedingly warm weather. It is my belief that it was not the warm weather, but the lack of acorns that induced them to leave. This summer I observed the first bird during the last week in August and by the first of September they were observed by hundreds in one locality. From the diversity of size and plumage I am certain that the parent birds were accompanied by their broods. Their favorite resort is an eastern slope, wooded with white and live Oak with now and then a bull pine and some clumps of underbrush, chaparral etc. Here there were acorns in abundance and the birds were numerous. They are now greatly diminished in numbers and less clamorous, but scattering birds may be seen in the hills, always haunting the oaks. The little Californian Woodpecker resents the intrusion and may often be seen sprinting after its big cousin, with malice in every movement. I am curious to know where the birds nest and if the acorn forms any part of their food, or whether it is the tender grub which induces them to such industry. Again I would like to know why these birds store up so much food and then leave it for other birds to eat, for certain it is that they are not here to eat it themselves. John M. Welch, Copperopolis, Calaveras Co., Cal. Dec. 18, 1898.