WRITTEN FOR THE "MARTHA WASHINGTON COURT JOURNAL." DOWN cold snow-stretches of our bitter time, When windy shams and the rain-mocking sleet Of Trade have cased us in such icy rime That hearts are scarcely hot enough to beat, Thy fame, O Lady of the lofty eyes, Doth fall along the age, like as a lane Of Spring, in whose most generous boundaries Full many a frozen virtue warms again. To-day I saw the pale much-burdened form Of Charity come limping o'er the line, And straighten from the bending of the storm And flush with stirrings of new strength divine, Such influence and sweet gracious impulse came Out of the beams of thine immortal name! BALTIMORE, February 22d, 1875. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE KERNELS OF CORN [APRIL, 1622] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THE ERL-KING by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE AT APRIL by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK OLD WYLIE'S STONE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SATISFIED by HESTER A. BENEDICT |