iS/o] Favorite Poems 



del Sarto," and other poems which illumined places 

 we hoped some day to visit. But I never felt that 

 the labored crabbedness of Browning was an element 

 of strength. In a poem on Florence written a few 

 years ago I referred to the two of "Casa Guidi" 



who as 



Singers of all time 

 Wrought deathless themes 

 In jagged rhymes. 



Among Lowell's poems those which most impressed 

 me were "The Present Crisis," "The Washers of the 

 Shroud," and "The Biglow Papers." 



Emerson's "Boston Hymn" particularly appealed The 

 to my adolescent, inherited instinct for moral \^°"Z 



-' . ' Hymn 



exhortation : 



The word of the Lord by night 

 To the watching Pilgrims came — 



and so to me it came. 



God said, I am tired of Kings, 

 I suffer them no more; 

 Up to my ear each morning brings 

 The outrage of the poor — 



were lines that made upon me a deep and lasting 

 impression, as did also the warning which follows: 



In daylight or in dark 



My thunderbolt has eyes to see 



His way home to the mark. 



Among prose authors my reading in college was Bret 

 extensive, as much so as circumstances would permit. ^^^^' 

 At the Grove we read all the Bret Harte stories that 

 had already appeared, and in my junior year I 

 ventured on a little lecture tour to neighboring 



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