TO JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 359 
Said one, “ My years have been wasted 
On a woman’s terrible charms ; 
But oh! to see death draw near me, 
And to die outside of her arms!” 
Said another, “Through surge and through 
tempest 
My eyes are fixed on her face ; 
I forget the tumult of ocean 
In the joy of her last embrace.” 
Said the third, “TI can die unflinching 
Wherever my fortune lies ; 
But oh! her endless bereavement, 
And the rivers of tears from her eyes!” 
While the woman they all had worshipped 
Walked out from the gray church-door 
Amid smiles and greetings and music, 
And followed by prayers of the poor. 
TO JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 
At dawn of manhood came a voice to me 
That said to startled conscience, “Sleep no 
more!” 
Like some loud cry that peals from door to 
door 
It roused a generation ; and I see, 
