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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Poems To harriet Beecher Stowe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">ON HER SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY, JUNE 14, 1882</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I. AT THE SUMMIT</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SISTER, we bid you welcome,--we who stand<br>On the high table-land;<br>We who have climbed life's slippery Alpine slope,<br>And rest, still leaning on the staff of hope,<br>Looking along the silent Mer de Glace,<br>Leading our footsteps where the dark crevasse<br>Yawns in the frozen sea we all must pass,--<br>Sister, we clasp your hand!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rest with us in the hour that Heaven has lent<br>Before the swift descent.<br>Look! the warm sunbeams kiss the glittering ice;<br>See! next the snow-drift blooms the edelweiss;<br>The mated eagles fan the frosty air;<br>Life, beauty, love, around us everywhere,<br>And, in their time, the darkening hours that bear<br>Sweet memories, peace, content.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thrice welcome! shining names our missals show<br>Amid their rubrics' glow,<br>But search the blazoned record's starry line,<br>What halo's radiance fills the page like thine?<br>Thou who by some celestial clue couldst find<br>The way to all the hearts of all mankind,<br>On thee, already canonized, enshrined,<br>What more can Heaven bestow!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>II. THE WORLD'S HOMAGE</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IF every tongue that speaks her praise<br>For whom I shape my tinkling phrase<br>Were summoned to the table,<br>The vocal chorus that would meet<br>Of mingling accents harsh or sweet,<br>From every land and tribe, would beat<br>The polyglots at Babel.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Briton and Frenchman, Swede and Dane,<br>Turk, Spaniard, Tartar of Ukraine,<br>Hidalgo, Cossack, Cadi,<br>High Dutchman and Low Dutchman, too,<br>The Russian serf, the Polish Jew,<br>Arab, Armenian, and Mantchoo,<br>Would shout, 'We know the lady!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Know her! Who knows not Uncle Tom<br>And her he learned his gospel from<br>Has never heard of Moses;<br>Full well the brave black hand we know<br>That gave to freedom's grasp the hoe<br>That killed the weed that used to grow<br>Among the Southern roses.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When Archimedes, long ago,<br>Spoke out so grandly, '_dos pou sto_--<br>Give me a place to stand on,<br>I'll move your planet for you, now,'--<br>He little dreamed or fancied how<br>The _sto_ at last should find its _pou_<br>For woman's faith to land on.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her lever was the wand of art,<br>Her fulcrum was the human heart,<br>Whence all unfailing aid is;<br>She moved the earth! Its thunders pealed,<br>Its mountains shook, its temples reeled,<br>The blood-red fountains were unsealed,<br>And Moloch sunk to Hades.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All through the conflict, up and down<br>Marched Uncle Tom and Old John Brown,<br>One ghost, one form ideal;<br>And which was false and which was true,<br>And which was mightier of the two,<br>The wisest sibyl never knew,<br>For both alike were real.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sister, the holy maid does well<br>Who counts her beads in convent cell,<br>Where pale devotion lingers;<br>But she who serves the sufferer's needs,<br>Whose prayers are spelt in loving deeds,<br>May trust the Lord will count her beads<br>As well as human fingers.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When Truth herself was Slavery's slave,<br>Thy hand the prisoned suppliant gave<br>The rainbow wings of fiction.<br>And Truth who soared descends to-day<br>Bearing an angel's wreath away,<br>Its lilies at thy feet to lay<br>With Heaven's own benediction.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a></strong></div>