And this he was, who most unfit (So hard the sense of God to hit), Did seem to fill his place; With such a homely face, Such rustic manners, speech uncouth, Ah! And his genius put to scorn Whose wisdom never grew The People, of whom he was one: (Whose bones, methinks, make room, A laboring man, with horny hands, One of the People! Born to be Their curious epitome; To share yet rise above Their shifting hate and love. O honest face, which all men knew! O wonder of the age, And there his countrymen shall come, For many and many a year. For many a year and many an age, Of that Paternal Soul. 5 FRANCIS MILES FINCH 1827 THE author of this very popular poem was born at Ithaca, New York. In 1849 he was graduated from Yale, where he was the class poet. After practicing law in Ithaca for several years, he was elected a justice of the New York Court of Appeals. In 1892 he was appointed dean of the law school of Cornell University. THE BLUE AND THE GRAY By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: IO Under the sod and the dew, No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; When they laurel the graves of our dead! Waiting the judgment day: Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray. JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE 1827 A POPULAR writer of juvenile fiction, as well as the author of two or three volumes of verse, Trowbridge was born on a farm at Ogden, New York. His educational advantages were not of the best; but he showed early an aptitude for journalism. He was in New York for a time, but soon removed to Boston, where he has spent a long life in editorial and other literary work. THE VAGABONDS We are two travelers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog. Come here, you scamp! The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept outdoors when nights were cold, And ate and drank and starved-together. 151 20 |