The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-12-18
N.w Enaland.
(By John G. whIttier.l

(By John G, Whittier.) This poem was originally published in the New England Review, October IS, 1880, while it's author was editing that paper. same number. both with his signatupf. while this was anonymous. The probable reason for this Is the self-assertion of the last stanza. and perhaps the rather waIllke, tone of the first. When he published .'Moll Pitcher" two years later, this poem form ed part Of it, with the omission of the concluding lines. 4 row of asterlsks took their place. As he never alloMd. "Moll Pitcher to be included in any collection of his works, these lines will not be, ia miliar to most of our readers, The last stanza was copied in his biography.-S, T. PlcERrd.
 Land of thia forest and the rock
 Of dark blue lake. and mighty river Of mountains reared aloft to mock The storms the lightning's shock My own green land forever! Land of the beautiful and brave The fllRman's bome-the martyrs grave The nursery of giant men, Whose deeds have linked with every glen, And every hill and every stream. The romance of some warrior dream!- Oh, never may son of thine, ,Where'er his wandering steps incline, Forget the sky that bent above His childhood like a dream of love The str am beneath the green hill flowing The bread-armed trees above 1t growing The clear breeze through the foliage blow' Or, hear unmoved, the taunt of scorn Breathgd OCT the bra"e New England
 born
 Or mark the he s@traagers @ lsguqSE SsIs hand The buried glory of . land
 Whose soil with noble blood Is red.
 And sanetifed in every phrt.
 Nor feel. resentment. like brand,
 Unsheathing from his fiery heart. oh-greener hills may each the sun
 Beneath the glorious heaven of France; And streams, lYjoicing as they run .y Like life beneath the day,beams glance With golden fruit Is bending low And there may bend brighter sky F. Ger green and classic Italy
 And pillared fane and ancient grave
 Bear record of another time, r1 And over shaft, and a, rlitraye
 The gre,.n luxuriant ivy climb And far towards he rising sun The palm may shake it's leaves on hign, Where flowers are opening, one hy one,
 Like stars upon the twilight sky And breczes soft fs signs of love
 Ahoye the rich mimost.. stray, ... And through the Brahmin's sacred grove A thousand bright-hued. ptnions plays Yet unto thee. New England, still .,s.
 Thy wandering sons shall stretch theii gHEb N And thy rude chart Of rock aud hiH
 Seem d,,nrer than the land. Of paiins' *- Thy massy oak and mountain pine
 More welcome than the banyans shade, And every free. blue stream of thine
 Seem richEr than tse golden bed G, Of Oriental waves, which glow And sparkle with the wealth below! Land of my fathers.-if my name. [ Now humble and unN1od to fame. i,,. Hereafter burn upon the lip, - #
 As ani1 of those which may not de, Linked in eterna! fellowslls2 ,.,-,s
 With visions pure and strong and hlgh-- If the wild dreams which quicken now Tho thfnbbing pulse If heart afd brow, Hereafter take 2 rec! form, Like snetres changed to beings warm' ! And over temples worn and gray The star-like crown of glory shine Thine be the bard's undyipg lay,
 The murmur of his praise be thine!
 --Frem the Independent.