John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Personal PoemsGeorge L. Stearns
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Crown him, honor him, love him.
Weep over him, tears of woman,
Stoop manliest brows above him!
Vigils of mourning keep for him!
Up in the mountains, and down by the waters,
Lift up your voices and weep for him!
The freest of hands is still;
And the gap in our picked and chosen
The long years may not fill.
No need his will outrun;
Or ever our lips could ask him,
His hands the work had done.
Himself to his neighbor lending;
He found the Lord in his suffering brothers,
And not in the clouds descending.
Whence he saw the doors wide swung
Against whose bolted iron
The strength of his life was flung.
The sheaves of the harvest-bringing,
And knew while his ear yet hearkened
The voice of the reapers singing.
There are plenty to pause and wait;
But here was a man who set his feet
Sometimes in advance of fate;
Was slow to renew it,
And put to the Lord’s work the sinner
When saints failed to do it.
A worthier paladin.
Shall he not hear the blessing,
“Good and faithful, enter in!”