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James Russell Lowell - To Whittier: On HIs Seventy-Fifth Birthday
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New England`s poet, rich in love as years,
Her hills and valleys praise thee, her swift brooks
Dance in thy verse; to her grave sylvan nooks
Thy steps allure us, which the wood-thrush hears
As maids their lovers`, and no treason fears;
Through thee her Merrimacs and Agiochooks
And many a name uncouth win gracious looks,
Sweetly familiar to both Englands` ears:
Peaceful by birthright, as a virgin lake,
The lily`s anchorage, which no eyes behold
Save those of stars, yet for thy brother`s sake
That lay in bonds, thou blewst a blast as bold
As that wherewith the heart of Roland brake,
Far heard across the New World and the Old.
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