Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1855-01-16
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TUESDAY, JANUARY I6, 1855.
Maud Muller,

Maud Muller.
JoHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER is one Of the Poets. as III
columns OF the National Era whereof he has long bee
corresponding Editor, abundanty attest. Here is hi
asst contribution to that excellent paperl
MAUD MULLER on SUNNI er'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,
The mock bird echoed from his tree.
But, when she glanced to the far.otr town,
White from the hill slope looking down
Ths sweet song died, and vague unrest
And a nameess longing filed her breast
wish, that size hardly dared to owe,
For something better than she had known.
The Judge role slowly down the lane,
Smoothing his hor5e's chestnut name;
He drew his Bride 10 the shade
OF the apple trsss, to greet the maid
And ask q draught from the spring that flowed
Through the meadow, across the road.
She stopped where the c Dol sptfng dubbed nm
Aud filled for Inn har NAL tH cua.
And blushcd as she gave It, locking down
On her feet so bare and her tattered gown.
'ThanIsn' sad the Jul e, "a sweeter draugbt
From faifer hand wa5 never qnaifed.n
He spoke Of the grass, and flowers and trees,
OF the singing birds sud the humming bees;
Then talked Of tue haying, AMI wondered whether
The cloud in tasW. would bring foul weather.
And her graceful ankles l.sre and brown;
And listened while pleased surprise
Looked from her iong- lashed hazel eyes.
At last, like one who for delay
Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away.
Maud Muller looked and sighed "Ah, me.
That the Judges bride might BET
He would dress me up in silks SO Gne
And praise and toast me at his wine;
Ny father should wear a b7oadclath coat;
MY brother should sail Dautad bOaf.
I'd dress my mother grand and CAV
And The baby should hayea new toy each day;
And "a feed The hungry and cotne the poor,
And all should bless me who eft our door"
The Judge boxed back as he climbed the hill,
And saw Maud Atll'er standing still
"a form more air fac. more sweet
Meier hath it been my lot to meet
And her modest answer and graceful air
Show her wise and good, as she is fair.
Would she were m ne, and / today
Like her, harvester of hay:
No doubtful balance Of rights and wrougs
Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues,
But low of cattle and song eff birds
And health aud quiet and loving wordsn
But he thought Of his sisters proud and cold,
And his mother vain Of her rank AMI gold
SO, closing his he'rt The Judge rode on,
Aud Maud was left in the field alone.
But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,
When he hummel in court an old love tune
Aud the young girl muned beside the WELL
iii the rain ON the unraked clover fell
lie welded wife of richest dover,
Who lived for fashion, as he for power;
Yet oft, in his marble hearh's bright glow,
lie watched picture come and 20
And sweet Maud Muller'5 hazel eyes
Looked out il their anocent surprise.
OFT, when the wine in his glass was red.
lie longed for the wayside well ms ead;
ANA closed his eyes on his garnshed rooms
10 dream OF m2a lows aud clover. blooms
And the proud mln sighed with secret pain
: All, that were free again
Free rs when rode that day,
Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay.n
She welded man unlaarned and poor,
And many children played round her door:
But care ami sorrow, and childbirth pain
Lett their traces on heart aud brain -
Aud Oft when the summer sun shone hot
On the new-mown hay in the meadow lot
And she heard the little spring brook fall
Over the roadside through the wall,
In thR shade Of the apple.trae AGAIN
She saw a rider draw his rein
And, gazing down with timif trace.
she felt his pleased eyes read her face.
Sometimes her narrow kitchen-walls
Stretched away into stately halis
The weary wheel to a spinnet turned
The talow candle, an astral burned
And for him who sat by the chimuey-ug
Doing aud grumhliag0sr pipe and mug
manly form at her sid She saw
And joy was duty and love was law;
Then she took up her burden Of life agaiu,
Saying only, 'itmight have been"
Alas for maiden; alas Judge
For rich repiner and household drudge
God pity them both and pity us all,
VINO yainly the dreams Of youth recall,
For OF all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these 1T might have been y,
An, well forus all, some sweet hope lies,
Deeply buried from human eyes
And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away