John Greenleaf Whittier,
The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall
“ Life and Death have come and gone! There pictured tiles in the fireplace show, Great beams sag from the ceiling low, The dresser glitters with polished wares, The long clock ticks on the foot-worn stairs, And the low, broad chimney shows the crack By the earthquake made a century back. Lip from their midst springs the collage spire With the crest of its cock in the sun afire ”
