New-York tribune., 1874-10-21
volume gives us Holiness as hfs rpest and best estate
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Hazel Blossoms Is o smaller book-i35 pages s".
,f these only the poets own the rest Deios
10 the poems OF If, dead tsister, Elizabeth H.
Many of the fourteen poems by Mr. whittier iolow.nt
IN, introduction. which was evidently written Tor inc
NJ casiop have already been copied In THE iRiDoN"'
To me not one OF them surpasse', II any eqna's' 'no
neer,s song IN "A Sea Dream" to which long ago
called attention do not know whether your feaucr'
remember Conductor Bradley" at any rate 'hnh 10
one would object read 1t again IL Is IN the poe'
heroic vein and 1t records deed such as the word
not afford to let die should told to our chiidrcn
and chdren's children.
Conductor Bradley. always may his name
Be said with reverence y as the swift doom eaibe'
Smitten TO death, "a crushed and mangled Irame'
Sank with the brake he grasped Just where he STOOD
To do the utmost hat brave man cou,d'
Ana die, II Deedful, as true man shouiu'
Men stopped above him; women dropped their tears
On that poor wreck beyond all hopes OF Iea'7,
Lost In the strength and glory 0i bs years'
What heard they Lo! tho CHASTITY lips OF pain.
Dad to all thought save duty q, moved again
pat out the signals for the other tfaipi'
No nobier utterance since the world began
From lips of saint or martyr ever ran,
Electric, through the 81 mpatbies OF iDah'
All me! how poor and nOteless seem 70 this
Toe sick bod dramas OF sclfcOnsciousness,
Our sensual fears OF pain ana hopes vi oiiSs'
O. grand supreme endeavOr! Not In vain
Tnat last brave act of failing tongue and brain
Freighied with life the downward rushing train'
Following the wrecked one. as wave follows wave
Obeyed the warning which the dead ups gave
Others he saved, himself he could not save.
Nav the lost life ,cas saved. He is not dead
Who In his record still the earth snail tread
With Gods clear aureoe shining round his head
We bow as in the dust with all our pride
or virtue dwarfed the noble deed beside.
God give us grace to live as Bradley died!
Ofthe nine poems by Elizabeth H. Whittier included
in har enaaka DrefatOry note,
with delIcacy and Tenderness peculiarly his own She
was very distrustfu he says of her own powers and
altogether without ambition for literary dstincuon :
vet he believes that had her health her sense OF duty
and fitness and her extreme sefdstrust permitted she
might have taken o high place among lyrical singers.
or these poems will give you one as q specimen which
choose rather because of its brcvy than as considering
It the best:
THE WEDDING VAIL.
Dear Anna, when bought her vail
HeI white vail on her wedding nlgnt,
Threw DER my thin brown hair its folds,
And, laughing, turned Inc to the llght.
"see Bessie, see you wear at last
The bridal vail. foreswOrn for yearsP
She my face-her laugh was hushed,
Her happy eyes were filed with tears.
With kindly haste and trembling hand
She drew away the gatzy MIST .
Forgive, dear hearth her sweet voice said:
Her loving lips my forehead kissed
We passed from out the searching light;
The Summer night was calm and fair:
Cid not see her plying eyes,
felt her soft hand smooth my hair.
Her tender love unlocked my heart;
mid falling tears at last said,
"ForeswOrn indeed to me that vail
Because only love the deadW
She stood one moment statue-si
And. musDg. spake in undertone,
The living love may colder grow;
The dead is safe with God aloneP'
To those who love the Quaker poet these poems by his
webeloved sister will be dear. TOthose who knew her
WORTH the Of her intimate friends he dedicates
this memorial L. o. M.