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John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.

Personal Poems

William Francis Bartlett

OH, well may Essex sit forlorn

Beside her sea-blown shore;

Her well beloved, her noblest born,

Is hers in life no more!

No lapse of years can render less

Her memory’s sacred claim;

No fountain of forgetfulness

Can wet the lips of Fame.

A grief alike to wound and heal,

A thought to soothe and pain,

The sad, sweet pride that mothers feel

To her must still remain.

Good men and true she has not lacked,

And brave men yet shall be;

The perfect flower, the crowning fact,

Of all her years was he!

As Galahad pure, as Merlin sage,

What worthier knight was found

To grace in Arthur’s golden age

The fabled Table Round?

A voice, the battle’s trumpet-note,

To welcome and restore;

A hand, that all unwilling smote,

To heal and build once more!

A soul of fire, a tender heart

Too warm for hate, he knew

The generous victor’s graceful part

To sheathe the sword he drew.

When Earth, as if on evil dreams,

Looks back upon her wars,

And the white light of Christ outstreams

From the red disk of Mars,

His fame who led the stormy van

Of battle well may cease,

But never that which crowns the man

Whose victory was Peace.

Mourn, Essex, on thy sea-blown shore

Thy beautiful and brave,

Whose failing hand the olive bore,

Whose dying lips forgave!

Let age lament the youthful chief,

And tender eyes be dim;

The tears are more of joy than grief

That fall for one like him!

1878.