SNOW-BOUND JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER (1807-1892), the Quaker poet of New England, ranks among the most famous of American verse writers. At last the great logs, crumbling low, The bull's-eye watch that hung in view, Then roused himself to safely cover The work aside, her steps she stayed One moment, seeking to express 5 10 15 Her grateful sense of happiness For food and shelter, warmth and health, 20 O'er-prompt to do with Heaven its part) Within our beds awhile we heard Next morn we wakened with the shout Before our door the straggling train O'er windy hill, through clogged ravine, At every house a new recruit. 5 So days went on a week had passed Since the great world was heard from last. 10 The Almanac we studied o'er, 15 Read and reread our little store Of books and pamphlets, scarce a score; One harmless novel, mostly hid Lo! broadening outward as we read, Wide swung again our ice-locked door, Abridged from Snow-Bound embargo: a government order forbidding the departure of ships. POETRY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES (1809-1894) was a distinguished author and physician. For fifty years he held his place as the poet and wit of Boston, and was admired by readers on both sides of the Atlantic. NOTE. In The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table Dr. Holmes puts forth in 5 an informal and delightful fashion his views on a large variety of subjects. I liked the turn the conversation had taken, for I had some things I wanted to say, and so, after waiting a minute, I began again: I don't think the poems I read you sometimes can be 10 fairly appreciated, given to you as they are in the green state. You don't know what I mean by the "green state"? Well, then, I will tell you. Certain things are good for nothing until they have been kept a long while and used. Of these I will name three, meerschaum pipes, violins, 15 and poems. The meerschaum comes to us without complexion or flavor, born of the sea foam, like Aphrodite, but colorless as pallida Mors herself. The fire is lighted in its central shrine, and gradually the juices which the broad leaves of the Great Vegetable had sucked up from 20 an acre and curdled into a drachm are diffused through its thirsting pores. First a discoloration, then a stain, and at last a rich, glowing umber tint spreading over the whole surface. Nature, true to her old brown, autumnal hue, you see, as true in the fire of the meerschaum as in the sunshine of October! Don't think I use a meerschaum myself, for I do not, and I do not advise you, young man, even if my illustration strike your fancy, to consecrate the flower of your life 5 to painting the bowl of a pipe, for, let me assure you, the stain of a reverie-breeding narcotic may strike deeper than you think. I have seen the green leaf of early promise grow brown before its time under such Nicotian regimen, and thought the umbered meerschaum was dearly bought 10 at the cost of a brain enfeebled and a will enslaved. Violins, too, the sweet old Amati!-the divine Stradivarius! Played on by ancient maestros until the bow hand lost its power and the flying fingers stiffened. Bequeathed to the passionate young enthusiast who made it 15 whisper his inarticulate longings, and wail his monotonous despair. Passed from his dying hand to the cold virtuoso, who let it slumber in its case for a generation, till, when his hoard was broken up, it came forth once more and rode the stormy symphonies of royal orchestras, beneath 20 the rushing bow of their lord and leader. Into lonely prisons with improvident artists; into convents from which arose, day and night, the holy hymns with which its tones were blended; and back again to orgies in which it learned to howl and laugh as if a legion of devils were 25 shut up in it; then again to the gentle dilettante who calmed it down with easy melodies until it answered him |