J WOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER, born December 17, 1807, in Haverhill, Massachusetts. He lived on a farm until he reached the age of eighteen, working a little at shoemaking and also writing poetry for the Haverhill Gazette. Later he became editor of a number of papers, and his poems in after life were full of patriotism and the love of human freedom, all of which attained a strong hold on the hearts of the people. He would have prevented war, if possible, with honor, but when war came he wrote in support of the Union cause, displaying no bitterness, and when the conflict was over he was most liberal and conciliatory. He was one of the most popular of poets. He died September 7, 1892. THE EMANCIPATION GROUP A MIDST thy sacred effigies. Of old renown give place, Take the worn frame, that rested not The care-lined face, that none forgot, Let man be free! The mighty word The cloudy sign, the fiery guide, And Nature, through his voice, denied We rest in peace where these sad eyes O symbol of God's will on earth Bear witness to the cost and worth Stand in thy place and testify That truth is stronger than a lie, And righteousness than wrong. THE HERON BROWN, born at Willimantic, Connecticut, April 29, 1832. Graduated at Hartford Theological Seminary in 1858; Newton Theological Institution, 1859. Ordained in Baptist Ministry, 1859; Pastor South Framingham, Massachusetts, 1859-62; Canton, Massachusetts, 1863-70; on staff Youth's Companion since 1870. Author various juvenile stories; Life Songs (poems), 1894; Nameless Women of the Bible, 1904; The Story of the Hymns' and Tunes, 1907; Under the Mulberry Tree (a novel), 1909; The Birds of God, 1911. He died February 14, 1914. W THE LIBERATOR THEN, scornful of a nation's rest, He saw, in sorrow-and in wrath— Between the thunder-clouds he stood; "Why do I wait? My hour has come! "Was it my fate, my lot, my woe I swore upon this heart and hand? "That vow, like barb from bowman's string, God grant the bloodless blow shall sting "Should once the sudden wound provoke The clash may be the penal stroke He wrote his Message clear as light, |