JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
Sir,—As a correspondent from Otokia has shown his regard and appreciation of .the above-named Quaker poet by the inquiry concerning the poem “Pipes of Lucknow.” I cannot let this opportunity pass without showing my interest in a poet which we should, but do not, hear much about. I wonder if there are many in New Zealand who have a high regard for John Greenleaf Whittier. His poems have been a joy to me for many years The following is a great favourite of mine: "SUNSET ON THE BEARCAMP ”
Touched by a light that hath no name. A glory never sung, Aloft on sky and mountain wall. Are God’s great pictures hung. How changed the summits, vast and old, No longer granite browed; They melt In rosy mist, the rock Is softer than the cloud. The valley holds its breath; No leaf of all the elms is twirled. The silence of eternity seems falling On the world. This is only the first verse.—l am, etc. L. C. F.
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Otago Daily Times, Issue 26904, 16 October 1948, Page 8
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