James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
June 11Lady Franklin
By Elizabeth WhittierF
Cool thy watching eyes with tears;
Let thy poor heart, over-wearied,
Rest alike from hopes and fears,—
One sad picture fading slow;
Fears, that followed, vague and nameless,
Lifting back the veils of snow.
Truest heart of woman, weep!
Owning still the love that granted
Unto thy beloved sleep.
When, the long ice-battle o’er,
In the sunless day his comrades
Deathward trod the Polar shore.
Spared the fainting heart’s despair,
What but that could mercy grant him?
What but that has been thy prayer?
From the cairn beside the sea;
Evermore the month of roses
Shall be sacred time to thee.
O’er his slumbers may not wave;
Sad it is the English daisy
May not blossom on his grave.
Shape and fashion year by year,
Pile his mighty mausoleum,
Block by block, and tier on tier.
Shall his stainless honor be,
While thy love, a sweet immortal,
Hovers o’er the winter sea.