Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1866-06-27
NEW PUBLICATIONS.
Miss MulOCk's Poems.

NEW PUBLICATIONS.
Miss MuIOck's Poems.
MessrS. Ticknor and Fields have added
another and a worthy author to their shelf of
Blue and Gold There are not many writers
IF prose or poetry deserving to be set in the
tasteful and charming array which greets us
IN this blue and gold series of Messrs. Tick
nor and Fields BOOKS. But their judgment
respecting the matter of their publications is
as admirable and unimp peachable as their taste
IN the manner in which they present the gems
of literature to the public. In including
Miss Mulock's poems in this series they have
only paid a deserved tribute to her genius,
and to the classic beauty of her poetry. Miss
Mulock Is we'll, if not better known, as
the author of O. John Halifax, Gentleman, :"
a. by her verses. She says n the introduc-
ton to this volume, that many of the poems,
extending over period Of several years, ap-
reared anonymously in Chambers Journal
They were frequently reprinted in England
and America, and the favor with which they
were received by people of cultivated literary
dren, select and revise them and give them to
the public in = volume as her own. The vol
ums opens with poem which is doubtless
familiar to many Of our readers, but il will
bear reproducing here.
PHILIP NY KING.
"who bears upon his baby brow the round
And top Of sovereignty"
Look as II With thy large brown eyes,
Philip my king,
Round whom the enshsdowIng purple lies
ot babyhood's a. tisnitiss
Lay % NJ Thy tiny hand
Nslh owes invisible -ceptre laden
an thine Esther TO command
Iill thou shalt find queen hsndmaiden,
Philip my king.
. the day when thou goest a wooing
Philip my king
When those beautiful lips gin suing,
And some gentle hearts bars undoing
Thou cost inter, Iove-crowned, and there
@itt-st love giorifed Rui= kindly,
Tenderiy thy in sdom fair,
For that love, an W. love bindIy,
Philip my king
Up rom thy sweet mouth.-Up from thy brow,
Philip ny king
The 81 irit that there lies sleeping
May ike a giant aud make bow
A. heAven-chosen among his peers:
Ny saul than thy brethren tall er and fAirer
Let me behold thee IN future years =
Yet Thy head needsth a circ.e, rarer
Philip my king
a Of gold, but palm. one dsy,
Philip my King,
Thou tread, trod, way
Thorny and cruel and cold and gray:
Reb- -ithin thee aud foes without,
viii At thy crown. march I'll oriOus
Martyr, yet monarch till angels shout
As thou SITS AZ the feet OF God victorious
e. Philip the ing -
We have only room for two other selections
from this volume, poems which show the style
and characteristics of Miss Mulock's poetry
THE PATH THROUGH TIE SNOW.
Bare and sunshiny, bright bleak
Rounded cold a a dead maids cheek,
Folded white a sinners shroud,
or wandering angels robes Of cloud
well know, well 1
over The fields the path through the snow.
Narrow and rough it lies bs.ween
the Wind sweeps. biting
Every step Or the slippery road
Marks where some weary foot has trod
Who'll 60 who II go.
After the the path shr ugh the
They who would tread it must walk alone,
Silent and steadfast-one BY
Dearest 70 dearest only say,
Ny heart I'll follow thee all the ~.y,
A. 20, 90,
Zach afer each on thi. path through the snow
L. may be under that haze
Lur 4. the omen Of bri ghter days,
That ezch sentinel quvering
Deep at its with the sap Of spring,
And while go, while 60
Itmay be the unknown ath will tend
any earthly end,
Die with the dying day obscure,
And never lead TO hun door:
That know who did go
Patiently once on this path through the snow.
No matter. 10 matter the path shine. plain
These pure snor-crys:als viii deaden pain
Above, ike ia the deep blue dark,
Eyes that love Is look down and mark,
Let 90, let go,
Whittier heaven leads in the path thrO' the snow
TIE PATH THROUGH THE CORN.
Way and bright In the air,
Like a pleas ant sea when the wind blows fair,
And its toughest breath has scarcely curled
The green highway a distant world
soft whispers passing from shore TO shore,
As from hearts content, yet desiring more
Who feels for;orn,
Wandering thus down the pash through the /,
A shor; space since and the de ad leaves lay
MouldeIing under the hedgerov gray,
Nor u insect voice Of bird,
O'=- the desolate field ever heard
Only At the pad
Blushed rose-red IN the red sun-giow;
TIL, bIsst morn,
Shot Up into life the young green
Small and feeble, slender and pale,
1t the winter gale
Hearkeued the wren's soft note OF cheer,
Hardly believing spring
Saw chestnuts bud and campiOns blow,
And daisies mimic the vanished
Where il born
On either side of the path through
The corn, the corn the beautiful corn,
Rising wonderful, morn by morn:
First, high a fairy's wand,
en- Just n a child's wee hand,
Then growing growing, ali, brave and ssrong
With a voice of hsrvests in its song;
While in fond
The lark out-carols the whispering corn
strange, sweet path, formed day by day,
How, when, and wherefore, cannot say,
No more o Ife-paths know,