To Whittier on his Seventy-Fifth Birthday

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To Whittier on his Seventy-Fifth Birthday  (1882) 
by James Russell Lowell
First presented in 1882; later published in a posthumous edition of Heartsease and Rue, 1882. Dedicated to John Greenleaf Whittier.

New England's poet, rich in love as years,
Her hills and valleys praise thee, her swift brooks
Dance in thy verse; to her grave sylvan nooks
Thy steps allure us, which the wood-thrush hears
As maids their lovers', and no treason fears;
Through thee her Merrimacs and Agiochooks
And many a name uncouth win gracious looks,
Sweetly familiar to both Englands' ears:
Peaceful by birthright as a virgin lake,
The lily's anchorage, which no eyes behold
Save those of stars, yet for thy brother's sake
That lay in bonds, though blewst a blast as bold
As that wherewith the heart of Roland brake,
Far heard across the New World and the Old.