John Greenleaf Whittier

The firmament breaks up. In black eclipse

Before my drift-wood fire I sit,

How strange to greet, this frosty morn,

"Tie stille, barn min!

The autumn-time has come;

To the Memory of the Household It Describes

Blessings on thee, little man,

FOR the fairest maid in Hampton

Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage

Pipes of the misty moorlands,

Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,

The harp at Nature's advent strung