To match the daisy and the daffodil.

In the brave records of our earlier time

A hero's deed thy generous soul inspired, And many a legend, told in ringing rhyme, The youthful soul with high resolve has fired.

Not thine to lean on priesthood's broken reed;

No barriers caged thee in a bigot's fold; Did zealots ask to syllable thy creed,

Thou saidst Our Father,' and thy creed was told.

train, Earth's noblest tributes to thy name belong.

A lifelong record closed without a stain, A blameless memory shrined in deathless song.

Lift from its quarried ledge a flawless stone;

Smooth the green turf and bid the tablet rise,

And on its snow-white surface carve alone These words, - he needs no more, HERE WHITTIER LIES.

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1892.

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1892.

'OUR LOVE IS NOT A FADING EARTHLY FLOWER'

OUR love is not a fading earthly flower: Its winged seed dropped down from Paradise,

And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower,

Doth momently to fresher beauty rise:
To us the leafless autumn is not bare,
Nor winter's rattling boughs lack lusty
green.

Our summer hearts make summer's fulness, where

No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:
For nature's life in love's deep life doth lie,
Love, whose forgetfulness is beauty's
death,

Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I
Into the infinite freedom openeth,
And makes the body's dark and narrow

grate The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's own palace-gate.