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Time (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 11
purple treasures hung; where lithe birch tree was seen In its silver coat, and the elm tree in its leafy dress of green; Now all is sadly desolate; and where was softly shed O'er hill and dale a rose-hued haze, a tear-like mist is spread. The sorrowing skies weep oa er the earth, as o'er a blighted child, And Autumn like a Niobe, with wailing voice, and wild, With voice of grief and fitful tears, laments her darlings fled,— Her bright and beauteous children, faded, numbered with the dead. But faith a glorious promise weaves that from this rustling dust, His hand who crushed the Autumn leaves has drawn a sacred trust; A trust that lives forever-aye, a trust of life divine That yet shall bid the springtide bowers with vernal radiance shine! So, when in Time's drear autumn we bend in sad'ning prayer And all the cherished hopes of years strew Grief's bleak hillside bare, Our Father's hand hath only ta'en the key of joy's attune Which he shall give us back again in Heaven's eternal June
Jack (search for this): chapter 11
Whittier, appearing in 1871. Jack-in-the-pulpit. Jack, in his pulpit, Preaches today, Under the green treed, The Puritans preached— Our fathers of old-00 Thus Jack discourses 'Neath the blue skies; As theirs—perhaps n, Penciled by Nature's hand Black, brown and green; Jack in the pulpit Preaches today, Under the green trees l, are assembled This sweet Sabbath-day To hear what Jack In his pulpit will say. See those Indian pipes, Tha; I wonder what rude sprites Have been smoking here! Jack saw the intruders' Ill manners, I guess, And gave a eir tiny pipes dropped. Now what of the sermon That Jack hath preached? Our wandering thoughts have Not that e heard the wind-organ, The bee and the bird, But of Jack in the Pulpit We heard not a word! In 1884 the pss she is not forgotten, especially when each spring Jack preaches again in our midst. Among the poems write appropriate here, as it seems a fitting requiem to Jack as he steps out of his pulpit. Autumn's children.
Carrie (search for this): chapter 11
. Later they were printed in Gleason's Monthly Companion, a magazine published during the years between 1850 and the ‘60s. As Carrie Smith was very retiring in nature, the poem appeared always without her signature. Other papers copied the verses, and the poem became almost a household friend. Some years after, the poem, greatly changed, appeared in the little volume named Child Life, edited by the poet, John G. Whittier. Friends immediately recognized it, however, as the thoughts of Carrie Smith, as she was familiarly known, and wrote Whittier concerning it. Some correspondence followed, and the poet wrote Miss Smith, saying the poem had been sent in manuscript form to him by a friend, and at the end of the letter presented this respects and assurances of regret in not having been able to consult with her at the time of the first publication. Relative to the explanation the following is quoted from a correspondent:— The idea was fine and some of the verses remarkably e
E. P. Marvin (search for this): chapter 11
These enchanting verses of nature's beauty were written by one of our own townspeople, Caroline Smith, a daughter of Horatio Austin and Elizabeth (Learoyd) Smith, who was born November 12, 1840, at Symmes' Corner, Winchester, said corner at that time being a part of Medford. Always a quiet and thoughtful girl, it was not surprising that some of her thoughts should seek expression even at sixteen years, at which age this poem was written. The verses were read one day by a friend, Mrs. E. P. Marvin, the wife of the Orthodox minister in Medford, who asked the privilege of showing them to her husband. He also admired them, and after some persuasion Miss Smith allowed him to publish the poem anonymously in the Boston Recorder. This was in 1856. Later they were printed in Gleason's Monthly Companion, a magazine published during the years between 1850 and the ‘60s. As Carrie Smith was very retiring in nature, the poem appeared always without her signature. Other papers copied the
Maria W. Wait (search for this): chapter 11
Story of Songs from the Medford Woods. by Maria W. Wait. AS many of Medford's old-time landmarks and people have interested its citizens of today, it seems as though another memory may well hold our attention, and we may be glad to listen to this lay of Medford woodlands, Jack-in-the-pulpit. These enchanting verses of nature's beauty were written by one of our own townspeople, Caroline Smith, a daughter of Horatio Austin and Elizabeth (Learoyd) Smith, who was born November 12, 1840, at Symmes' Corner, Winchester, said corner at that time being a part of Medford. Always a quiet and thoughtful girl, it was not surprising that some of her thoughts should seek expression even at sixteen years, at which age this poem was written. The verses were read one day by a friend, Mrs. E. P. Marvin, the wife of the Orthodox minister in Medford, who asked the privilege of showing them to her husband. He also admired them, and after some persuasion Miss Smith allowed him to publish the p
John G. Whittier (search for this): chapter 11
poem, greatly changed, appeared in the little volume named Child Life, edited by the poet, John G. Whittier. Friends immediately recognized it, however, as the thoughts of Carrie Smith, as she was familiarly known, and wrote Whittier concerning it. Some correspondence followed, and the poet wrote Miss Smith, saying the poem had been sent in manuscript form to him by a friend, and at the end of tt seemed not complete and some of the lines defective, and supposing it to be his friend's, he (Whittier) re-wrote and amplified it and signed it as anonymous. Only after printing it had he learned ias Clara instead of Carrie Smith. Here is her poem, and beside it is the poem as accredited to Whittier, appearing in 1871. Jack-in-the-pulpit. Jack, in his pulpit, Preaches today, Under the greely illustrated in color, and attached was a copy of a letter giving credit to Carrie Smith, as Whittier did not wish to claim the originality of the idea. A book of the poem, with the flowers prin
Boston Recorder (search for this): chapter 11
id corner at that time being a part of Medford. Always a quiet and thoughtful girl, it was not surprising that some of her thoughts should seek expression even at sixteen years, at which age this poem was written. The verses were read one day by a friend, Mrs. E. P. Marvin, the wife of the Orthodox minister in Medford, who asked the privilege of showing them to her husband. He also admired them, and after some persuasion Miss Smith allowed him to publish the poem anonymously in the Boston Recorder. This was in 1856. Later they were printed in Gleason's Monthly Companion, a magazine published during the years between 1850 and the ‘60s. As Carrie Smith was very retiring in nature, the poem appeared always without her signature. Other papers copied the verses, and the poem became almost a household friend. Some years after, the poem, greatly changed, appeared in the little volume named Child Life, edited by the poet, John G. Whittier. Friends immediately recognized it, howev
Carrie Smith (search for this): chapter 11
ublished during the years between 1850 and the ‘60s. As Carrie Smith was very retiring in nature, the poem appeared always wmediately recognized it, however, as the thoughts of Carrie Smith, as she was familiarly known, and wrote Whittier concerning it. Some correspondence followed, and the poet wrote Miss Smith, saying the poem had been sent in manuscript form to him byon of Child life he would give the credit of the poem to Miss Smith if she would accept the additions and alterations. Tl error the author's name was given as Clara instead of Carrie Smith. Here is her poem, and beside it is the poem as accred, and attached was a copy of a letter giving credit to Carrie Smith, as Whittier did not wish to claim the originality of tBoston, making a very artistic and attractive volume. Miss Smith's poems also appeared in the Portland Transcript, Somervy friends and admirers, and many felt a great loss when Carrie Smith died in 1889. Nevertheless she is not forgotten, espec
Learoyd (search for this): chapter 11
Story of Songs from the Medford Woods. by Maria W. Wait. AS many of Medford's old-time landmarks and people have interested its citizens of today, it seems as though another memory may well hold our attention, and we may be glad to listen to this lay of Medford woodlands, Jack-in-the-pulpit. These enchanting verses of nature's beauty were written by one of our own townspeople, Caroline Smith, a daughter of Horatio Austin and Elizabeth (Learoyd) Smith, who was born November 12, 1840, at Symmes' Corner, Winchester, said corner at that time being a part of Medford. Always a quiet and thoughtful girl, it was not surprising that some of her thoughts should seek expression even at sixteen years, at which age this poem was written. The verses were read one day by a friend, Mrs. E. P. Marvin, the wife of the Orthodox minister in Medford, who asked the privilege of showing them to her husband. He also admired them, and after some persuasion Miss Smith allowed him to publish the p
Caroline Smith (search for this): chapter 11
glad to listen to this lay of Medford woodlands, Jack-in-the-pulpit. These enchanting verses of nature's beauty were written by one of our own townspeople, Caroline Smith, a daughter of Horatio Austin and Elizabeth (Learoyd) Smith, who was born November 12, 1840, at Symmes' Corner, Winchester, said corner at that time being a pSmith, who was born November 12, 1840, at Symmes' Corner, Winchester, said corner at that time being a part of Medford. Always a quiet and thoughtful girl, it was not surprising that some of her thoughts should seek expression even at sixteen years, at which age this poem was written. The verses were read one day by a friend, Mrs. E. P. Marvin, the wife of the Orthodox minister in Medford, who asked the privilege of showing them to her husband. He also admired them, and after some persuasion Miss Smith allowed him to publish the poem anonymously in the Boston Recorder. This was in 1856. Later they were printed in Gleason's Monthly Companion, a magazine published during the years between 1850 and the ‘60s. As Carrie Smith was very retiring in nature, the
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