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Whittier had not always been concerned with the importance of preserving the union. Rather, the poet says,. Let us press The golden cluster on our brave old flag In closer union, and, if numbering less, Brighter shall shine the stars which still remain. Once again, however, Whittier evokes a sense of historical time and place. In addition to his devotion to union, Whittier never forgot the absolute, apodictical imperative to abolish slavery, nor its spiritual implications for all involved, including those enslaved.
For the Lord On the whirlwind is abroad; In the earthquake He has spoken; He has smitten with His thunder The iron walls asunder, And the gates of brass are broken! Now to see its final triumph contributed to the ever increasing serenity of his post-war work that many critics have noted. Snow-Bound , published in , and considered by some critics to be his best work, is a poem of over lines that became a great popular success and made the poet modestly wealthy for the first time in his life.
Robert Penn Warren argues that its popularity was due to the need of America, having undergone the cataclysm of war and poised on the brink of a new identity as a nation of industry, business, and finance, to look back to simpler, more innocent times. Once the first flush of victory had worn off, Whittier acknowledged that Emancipation alone was not to create the world for which he and religious idealists like him had hoped, and he therefore saw a need to reconnect with what was good and virtuous in the past. Unlike present-day reformers who often disdain any positive reference to the past, before their reforms were enacted, Whittier is able to see his country whole, and to find what was good in pre-Civil War America.
Whittier had loved the Haverhill farm of his youth, although not the backbreaking work he was a somewhat frail young man , but in this poem he brings out all the good of the childhood world he knew. The landscape, the weather, the homestead, the books, the games and pastimes of the household, and above all the people of his past—his mother, father, brother, two sisters, aunt, uncle, boarder, and a visitor—are all brought to life, lovingly, yet realistically. The following year brought The Tent on the Beach, another hugely popular bestseller.
This was a collection of poems previously published in the Atlantic Monthly , a magazine founded in with a liberal, anti-slavery philosophy that featured many prominent New England writers. He was to write many more poems but not, according to most of his critics, to develop much beyond the aesthetic achievements of these years.
Still, his own increasing spiritual sense inspires many of these later works. Still, the poet chides those who fail to see the opportunity for love and sweetness in a country so blessed with abundance of all kinds.
In his love of nature, he perhaps comes closest to uniting truth and beauty, inasmuch as to his Protestant soul, the beauty of the natural world is a source of spiritual exaltation. As Thou hast made thy world without, Make Thou more fair my world within; Shine through its lingering clouds of doubt; Rebuke its haunting shapes of sin; Fill, brief or long, my granted span Of life with love to thee and man; Strike when thou wilt the hour of rest, But let my last days be my best!
I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. The champion of Abolition became the champion of Freedom in a spiritual sense, of freedom from fear and doubt and regret and discontent. He rooted his themes not in abstractions, however, but in the local, the natural, the pre-political ties of family, friends, home, community, and faith. In works such as the poems of Home Ballads , he kept alive the ways of peace even within the horrors of war.
After the war, especially in Snow-Bound , he helped forge the ties to the American past that could offer a sense of unity and peace. He appeals directly, earnestly, and straightforwardly to the minds and hearts of his readers, and with all his poetic shortcomings, he will never be excluded from the roster of American poets.
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Did God perhaps wish to let every creature have a taste of it, even when in hell? How calm and firm and true, Unspotted by its wrong and crime, He walked the dark earth through. The lust of power, the love of gain, The thousand lures of sin Around him, had no power to stain The purity within. With that deep insight which detects All great […]. The earliest poem in this division was my youthful tribute to the great reformer when himself a young man he was first sounding his trumpet in Essex County.
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I close with the verses inscribed to him at the end of his earthly career, May 24, My poetical service in the cause of freedom is […]. A number of students of Fisk University, under the direction of one of the officers, gave a series of concerts in the Northern States, for the purpose of establishing the college on a firmer financial foundation. Their hymns and songs, mostly in a minor key, touched the hearts of the people, and were received as […].
The group, which stands in Park Square, represents the figure of a slave, from whose limbs the broken fetters have fallen, kneeling in gratitude at the feet of Lincoln. The group was designed […]. He listened and heard the children Of the poor and long-enslaved Reading the words of Jesus, Singing […].
Dead seemed the legend: but it […]. Written for the Fssex County Agricultural Festival, NOT unto us who did but seek The word that burned within to speak, Not unto us this day belong The triumph and exultant song. Thenceforth our life a fight […]. On hearing the bells ring on the passage of the constitutional amendment abolishing slavery.
The resolution was adopted by Congress, January 31, The ratification by the requisite number of states was announced December 18, IT is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries […]. Two captives by him kneeling, Each on his broken chain, Sang praise to God who raiseth The dead to life again!
Dropping his cross-wrought […].
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This poem was written in strict conformity to the account of the incident as I had it from respectable and trustworthy sources. It has since been the subject of a good deal of conflicting testimony, and the story was probably incorrect in some of its details. It is admitted by all that Barbara Frietchie was […]. ONCE more, dear friends, you meet beneath A clouded sky Not yet the sword has found its sheath, And on the sweet spring airs the breath Of war floats by.
Yet trouble springs […]. OH, none in all the world before Were ever glad as we! Thou Friend and Helper of the poor, Who suffered for our sake, To open every prison door, And every yoke to break! Bend low Thy pitying face and mild, And help us […]. THE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below.
And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy farms, And […].
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In the foul market-place I stood, And saw the Christian mother sold, And childhood with its locks of gold, Blue-eyed and fair with […]. In November, , a Union force under Commodore Dupont and General Sherman captured Port Royal, and from this point as a basis of operations, the neighboring islands between Charleston and Savannah were taken possession of. The early occupation of this district, where the negro population was greatly in excess of the white, gave an opportunity […].
It is recorded that the Chians, when subjugated by Mithridates of Cappadocia, were delivered up to their own slaves, to be carried away captive to Colchis. Athenxus considers this a just punishment for their wickedness in first introducing the slave-trade into Greece. Written when, in the stress of our terrible war, the English ruling class, with few exceptions, were either coldly indifferent or hostile to the party of freedom.
Still in their fresh mounds lay the slain, But all the air was quick with pain And gusty sighs and tearful rain. Two angels, each with drooping head And folded wings and noiseless tread, Watched […]. WE wait beneath the furnace-blast The pangs of transformation; Not painlessly doth God recast And mould anew the nation. Hot burns the fire Where wrongs expire; Nor spares the hand That from the land Uproots the ancient evil. The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared Its bloody rain is dropping; The poison plant the […]. THE firmament breaks up. In black eclipse Light after light goes out.
One evil star, Luridly glaring through the smoke of war, As in the dream of the Apocalypse, Drags others down. Let us not weakly weep Nor rashly threaten. Give us grace to keep Our faith and patience; wherefore should we leap On one […]. The flesh may fail, the heart may faint, But who are we to make complaint, Or dare to plead, in times like these, The […].
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These lines to my old friends stood as dedication in the volume which contained a collection of pieces under the general title of In War Time. The group belonging distinctly under that title I have retained here; the other pieces in the volume are distributed […]. On the 12th of January, , Mr. Seward delivered in the Senate chamber a speech on The State of the Union, in which he urged the paramount duty of preserving the Union, and went as far as it was possible to go, without surrender of principles, in concessions to the Southern party, concluding his argument […].
He intended his edition for use in the […]. Fredome mayse man to haif liking. Fredome all solace to man giffis; He levys at ese that frely levys A nobil hart may haif nane ese Na ellvs nocht that may him plese Gyff Fredome failythe. Written after the election in , which showed the immense gains of the Free Soil party, and insured its success in Thy skies of cloud and rain, Around our blazing camp-fires We close our ranks again. Then sound again the bugles, Call the muster-roll anew; If months have well-nigh won […].
Written in the summer of , during the political campaign of the Free Soil party under the candidacy of John C. Up, laggards of Freedom! The massacre of unarmed and unoffending men, in Southern Kansas, in May, , took place near the Marais du Cygne of the French voyageurs.
Great drops on the bunch-grass, But not of the dew! A taint in the sweet air For wild bees to shun! Thomas Barber was shot December 6, , near Lawrence, Kansas. BEAR him, comrades, to his grave; Never over one more brave Shall the prairie grasses weep, In the ages yet to come, When the millions in our room, What we sow in tears, shall reap.
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Bear him up the icy hill, With the Kansas, frozen […]. This poem and the three following were called out by the popular movement of Free State men to occupy the territory of Kansas, and by the use of the great democratic weapon—an over-powering majority—to settle the conflict on that ground between Freedom and Slavery. The opponents of the movement used another kind of weapon.