Julia Ward Howe,
The Centennial of William Cullen Bryant's Birth
(1894)
“ Stirs in each heart the loyal flame. Still battling on the field of life, We break from the unequal strife, From task or pastime hasten all As at a vanished leader's call. Within the shadow of thy tent We read again thy testament, Review the treasure which thy art Bequeathed t' enrich thy country's heart. No gift whose precious bloom can fade, No holocaust on false shrine laid, A legacy of good untold, August as oracles of old, The winged words that cannot die, The world-transcending prophecy. ↑ The celebration of Mr. Bryant's sixtieth birthday by the Century Club of New York. ”
