John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Personal PoemsIn Memory: James T. Fields
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Long and sad farewells to say
Glides with smiling face away,
Of thy happy life possessed
Thou hast left us at thy best.
Of thy sun-bright spirit’s wane
Thou hast spared us all the pain.
What is left of one to say
Who was open as the day?
Save with kindly voices none
Speak thy name beneath the sun.
Friendship nothing finds to hide,
Love’s demand is satisfied.
At thy desk of toil, or hearth,
Played the lambent light of mirth,—
All thy blame to pity turned;
Hatred thou hadst never learned.
At thy home-fire lost its sting;
Where thou wast was always spring.
Faith in man and womanhood,
Chance and change and time withstood.
Bigot’s zeal and hate malign,
Had that sunny soul of thine.
Sacred, and thy lips became
Reverent with one holy Name.
Go in God’s peace! We who stay
But a little while delay.
Thou art waiting, all that here
Made thy earthly presence dear;
On a ground of wonder cast,
In the stiller waters glassed!
Let the mortal only be
Clothed in immortality.
Thine upon the asphodel,
Let thy old smile greet us well;
What we fondly dream in this,—
Love is one with holiness!