WHITE MEMORIES 
 
 MRS. A. D, T WHITNEY
 
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 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
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 WHITE MEMORIES
 
 WHITE MEMORIES 
 
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 MRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY 
 
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 Copyright, 1893, 
 Bv ADELINE D. T. WHITNEY. 
 
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 OF THREE 
 
 WHO NEED NO MEMORIAL: 
 
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 WHOM WE LOVE AND REMEMBER TOGETHER, 
 
 AS HAVING BEEN NEAR 
 
 IN PLACE AND FRIENDSHIP UPON THE EARTH, 
 AND HAVING PASSED ON TOGETHER 
 
 AS IF HAND IN HAND, 
 INTO THE HEAVENLY PLACES. 
 
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 CONTENTS 
 
 PACE 
 
 PHILLIPS BROOKS 9 
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 13 
 
 LUCY LARCOM . 19
 
 PHILLIPS BROOKS
 
 PHILLIPS BROOKS 
 
 .USHED is the grandest utterance of 
 
 earth. 
 The strongest voice for God to men 
 
 is stilled ; 
 The world's thought so with such great death 
 
 is filled, 
 It loses conscience of the mightier birth. 
 
 Brief leadership, and then a silent bier ; 
 
 A place left vacant that no man can take ; 
 
 A corner-stone uprooted with earthquake : 
 So seemeth it to have befallen here. 
 
 Count we the other side ? God's days and years ? 
 
 His ones and thousands ? and how spirit 
 powers 
 
 Once clothed in this humanity of ours, 
 In separate, urge it forward through the spheres ?
 
 PHILLIPS BROOKS 
 
 When Christ was lifted up, all men were drawn. 
 All manhood in the Son of Man did rise 
 With one ascending to the shining skies, 
 
 Where the deep night was broken with great 
 dawn. 
 
 No smallest life can go without such hold 
 On the dear common nature it hath known, 
 Through something it has made its very own, 
 
 As moves that something with a force untold. 
 
 So earth throbs upward to the waiting heaven ; 
 
 So each withdrawal is impulsion on ; 
 
 And high departure is not helping gone, 
 But tenfold grasp of tenfold strengthening given. 
 
 We who have ever felt the pulse of him 
 Quicken our own with its diviner thrill, 
 Think we it fails, grows far, or faint, or chill, 
 
 Because he stands among the seraphim ? 
 
 Priest, prophet, king ! Death hath no touch of 
 
 thee! 
 
 Life, surging with thee, sweeps our spirits in 
 Where thy new consecration doth begin, 
 
 Bishop of souls, for Christ's eternity !
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 
 
 .NIGHT, Laureate, Lord, no other 
 
 name so high 
 
 Of all the titles men may call men by ; 
 No other word all else doth so tran- 
 scend 
 As that he simply chose and witnessed, Friend. 
 
 For " Friend " means one who can love bound- 
 lessly. 
 
 No small relation, just of you with me, 
 May such a style and statelihood confer, 
 Or gauge its sign to soul-diameter. 
 
 " Friend " reaches all and holds all, draws all 
 
 near, 
 
 Is heart to heart with the whole rounded sphere 
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 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 
 
 Of beautiful and wide reality : 
 
 God's heaven, and earth, and dear humanity. 
 
 So had he friendship ; so each thing was kin 
 And comrade to his nature. Deep within 
 He found its meaning, its sweet secret read, 
 And with strong utterance interpreted. 
 
 Suns, stars, and winds, mountains, and mighty 
 
 seas, 
 
 And singing streams, and upward lifting trees, 
 And snows, and rains, and clouds, and blessed 
 
 grass 
 That makes earth pleasant for tired feet that 
 
 pass, 
 
 All these were as a living part of him. 
 What others felt remote with senses dim, 
 Came to his spirit keen and all alight 
 With apprehension of interior sight. 
 
 So he was poet ; so translated them, 
 As John revealed the New Jerusalem. 
 With grasp of all, he touched the special ; wide 
 His love of one, with all he loved beside. 
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 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 
 
 In such supreme capacity of mind 
 His great affection gathered human kind : 
 Fathered his race, like princely Abraham, 
 Because as friend he walked with the I Am. 
 
 He cared, as God cares, from the soul of good, 
 For his beseeching, waiting brotherhood : 
 He served as Christ serves, who from glory bends 
 And tells his fishermen, I call you friends ! 
 17
 
 LUCY LARCOM
 
 LUCY LARCOM 
 
 I)HO shall make verse for her while her 
 
 own verse 
 Stands written of her ? Or who need 
 
 rehearse 
 
 The story, noble-sweet, herself hath told, 
 Setting in silver lines its rounded gold ? 
 
 Child of light, Lucy ! a fair valley combe 
 Her quiet heart, where happy birds made home ; 
 Sloping full eastward, so the larks took wing 
 At quick sunrise, and wondrously did sing ; 
 Long since her name revealed itself to me 
 In such wise, without help of heraldry. 
 
 It was her baptism for her errand here. 
 Can her " new name " be lovelier ? Its cheer 
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 LUCY LARCOM 
 
 Of syllables so rich, yet lowly meek, 
 I think the angels will delight to speak. 
 
 And she is with them. Her dear work remains, 
 And follows, being one. Though higher strains 
 Open her heaven-touched lips divinely now, 
 She breathed their prelude for our hearts below 
 Lovely transcription of the theme that waits 
 With its full harmony beyond the gates. 
 
 All things of sweetness and delight were hers. 
 
 In every line she worded, something stirs 
 
 Of that which makes air fresh and sunshine 
 
 fair, 
 
 And life and truth a-blossom everywhere. 
 Hers the clear vision that could always see 
 In simplest form the central majesty ; 
 Herself so simple and sincere of soul, 
 She read God's manuscript as open scroll. 
 
 These things are true of royal human nature : 
 Lowly to bow, one needs be high of stature ; 
 Strong, to be gentle ; grand, to be truly meek : 
 Such is the grace of which the Christ did speak.
 
 LUCY LARCOM 
 
 This woman wore it all. Her spirit birth 
 
 By spirit law inherited the earth. 
 
 With quiet feet she walked her great domain 
 
 By quiet ways, serenely straight and plain ; 
 
 Yet failed not ever of her regal dues, 
 
 But gathered, as she went, her revenues. 
 
 And now, right on, beyond the bars of light 
 Whose blaze shuts out our straining earthly 
 
 sight, 
 
 By that same path so reverently trod 
 She passes to the very throne of God 
 Whence her high beckonings made sign, to stand 
 With sons and daughters at the King's right 
 
 ' hand, 
 
 And take the promise of the holy page 
 That gives the blessed all their heritage : 
 
 " Come, to your Father ! For this hour sublime 
 The worlds were built, and all the signs of time 
 Laid in their deep foundations. Ye believed 
 Greatly, and greatly therefore have received. 
 Freely ye gave ; your Lord gives freely, too ; 
 Behold, His Kingdom is prepared for you ! " 
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