The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1873-10-23
El JOHN q. WHITTIEH.

W ny stuff for fools to gaze llpOu
IN chan OF words the earb he wore:
y corn huskS when the ear is gone
Are rustled all the more:
let kindly silence close again:
II he picture vanish from the eve:
Alid on the dim and misty main
Let the small ripple die.
Il not The less own Your claim
10 grateful thanks. dear friends of mue:
ha1l9, II II please YOU So NV name
pom Nonr household line
ipt fame from brazen lips blow wide
Her chosen names, envy none;
mothers love, a fathers pride.
Shall keep alive my own,
~ili shah that name. As now, recall
The Young Leaf wet with morning dew,
lAe glory where the Sunbeams fall
he breezy woodlands through
lh.l name shall be household " ord.
spell TO Waken smile or sigh
ia many an evening prayer he heard.
Md cradle lullaby.
ind thou. dear child. in riper dav,
W hen asked the reason of thy name.
halt answer, ''One 'twere vain 10 praise
OF 2ensure bore The same
~Ame blamed him. some believed him good
Ihe truth lay. doubtless, twiXt the Two
lie rec0nciled as best he could
old faith and fanees new.
Tia him the grave and playful mixed.
And Wisdom held with Folly truce
Aud nature compromised betNiXt
coed fellow ana recluSe.
tir loved his friends. iorgave his foes,
And, i his words We're harsh al times.
He spared hi> fellow mell-lli> blows
tril only on their crimes.
lie loved the good and WISE but found
MS h.aar a,,I nj
VI no met him on the common ground
DI suffering and Of sin.
" hate'er his neighbor might endure
OF pain OF grief, his own became:
or all the Ills he could not cure
lie held himself to blame.
His good was mainly an intent.
HIS evil not of torethought done
he Work he wrought was rarely meant
or finished as begun.
observed hi, tides of feeling strone
10 turn the common mills of use
md over restless wings of song
Ills hirthright garb hung loose.
II eye was Beautv's powerless slave,
And his the ear which Discord pain;
t-W guessed beneath his aspect grave
hat passions StroYe i'll chains.
Tie had his share Of care and pain.
No holiday was lif, TO him;
TiIli ~ luz heirloom cup We dram.
The bitter drop will swim.
Net Heaven was kind, and here 4 bird
-Nhd there a flower beguiled his way
~ cool, IN summer moons, he heard
he fountains plash and play.
pf all his sad or restless moods
HE patient peace OF Nature stole
he quiet OF the fields and woods
sank deep into his soul.
tie worshpped as his fathers did,
And kept the faith of childish day
mi hOWtoe'er he slraved or slid.
He loved the good Old ways
he simple tastes, the kindly traits.
The tranquil air and gentle speech,
he silence OF the soul, that waits
f0r more than man to teach
lie cant Of bigot school and secl
Provoked at times his honest >rorn,
IND Folly, in its gray respect
Tie tossed on SATIRE horn.
Eat still his heart WAS full OF awe
And reverence for all sacred thing;
Md, brooding over form and law.
Hr saw the spirits wings.
ltrs my stery Wrapt him like a cloUd!
lie heard fan voices mock his own;
he sweep Of wings unseen; the loud,
Long roll OF waves unknown.
IAe arrows of his sraining sight
l'Nll ttutlitHttl Ill uaIkItSS, priest anu ITt.
Ike lost guides calling left and right,
ferpeNed his doubtful age.
Like childhood listening for the sound
OF its dropped pebbles in the we'll
All Nalnly down the dark profound
iii, briet-lmed pummet fell.
~u scattering flowers with pious pains
on old beliefs, OF later creedS
hich claimed place in Truths domain.
He asked the title deeds
lie saw the old-tme's groves and shrines
IN the long distances fair and dim
And heard. like sound of far-off pines
The century-mellowed hymn,
lft dared not mock the Dervish whirl,
j he Brahmin'S rite, the Lama'S spell:
Tod knew the heart; Deyotion's pearl
Night @anctty the shell.
W bile others trod the altar stairs,
tie taltered like the publican;
Ahd, while they praised as saints, his PRAYER
ere those of sinful man
For, awed by sinal's Mount of Law.
The trembling faith alone sutficed,
hat, through its cloud and flame, he saw
The sweet, sad face OF Christ
Md. listening with his forehead bowed
Heard the Divine compassion ill
he pauscs OF the trump and cloud
With whispers small and still
The words he spake. the thoughts he pened,
Are mortal as his hand and BRAIN
But, If they served the Masters end.
He has not lived in yain.'
Heaven make thee better than thy name.
Chlld of my friends. For thee | crave
Y hat riches never bought, nor fame
To mortal longing gave.
pray the prayer of Plato old
God make thee beautiful within
Mud let thine eyes the good behold
In everything save sin,
Imagination held in check.
10 serve, not rule, thy poised mind
Thy reason at the fr0wn OF beck
OF Conscience, loose or bind
No dreamer thou, but real all
strong manhood browning vigorous youth:
Life made by duty epical
And rhythmic with the truth.
. shall that life the fruitage Weld
Which trees of healing only give,
And green leafed in the eternal field
of God forever live.