Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By William HayesWard630 To John Greenleaf Whittier
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Who lingerest in the sunset glow,
Our grateful hearts all bid thee stay;
Bend hitherward and do not go.
Gracious thine age, thy youth was strong,
For Freedom touched thy tongue with fire:
To sing the right and fight the wrong
Thine equal hand held bow or lyre.
O linger, linger long,
Singer of song.
Which later rose is earlier set;
What music and what battle-scar
When side by side the fray ye met!
Thy trumpet and his drum and fife
Gave saucy challenge to the foe
In Liberty’s heroic strife;
We mourn for him, thou must not go!
Yet linger, linger long,
Singer of song.
Art left to us, and one beside
Whose silvered wisdom still can show
How smiles and tears together bide.
And we would bring our boys to thee,
And bid them hold in memory crowned
That they our saintliest bard did see,
The Galahad of our table round.
Then linger, linger long,
Singer of song.
Are gone that crossed the zenith sky;
For one the water-fowl, meseems,
For two the Elmwood herons cry.
Ye twain that early rose and still
Skirt low the level west along,
Sink when ye must, to rise and fill
The morrow’s east with light and song
But linger, linger long,
Singer of song.