John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Personal PoemsWilliam Francis Bartlett
O
Beside her sea-blown shore;
Her well beloved, her noblest born,
Is hers in life no more!
Her memory’s sacred claim;
No fountain of forgetfulness
Can wet the lips of Fame.
A thought to soothe and pain,
The sad, sweet pride that mothers feel
To her must still remain.
And brave men yet shall be;
The perfect flower, the crowning fact,
Of all her years was he!
What worthier knight was found
To grace in Arthur’s golden age
The fabled Table Round?
To welcome and restore;
A hand, that all unwilling smote,
To heal and build once more!
Too warm for hate, he knew
The generous victor’s graceful part
To sheathe the sword he drew.
Looks back upon her wars,
And the white light of Christ outstreams
From the red disk of Mars,
Of battle well may cease,
But never that which crowns the man
Whose victory was Peace.
Thy beautiful and brave,
Whose failing hand the olive bore,
Whose dying lips forgave!
And tender eyes be dim;
The tears are more of joy than grief
That fall for one like him!