Talks about authors and their work . s life andwork we know that he truly felt Life is real,life is earnest, and his own life was planned asthe structure he writes of in The Builders: All are architects of FateWorking in these walls of Time, Some with massive deeds and great,Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low, Each thing in its place is best,And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise. Time is with materials filled;Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought w
Talks about authors and their work . s life andwork we know that he truly felt Life is real,life is earnest, and his own life was planned asthe structure he writes of in The Builders: All are architects of FateWorking in these walls of Time, Some with massive deeds and great,Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low, Each thing in its place is best,And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise. Time is with materials filled;Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part,For the Gods see everywhere. lyCt us do our work as well. Both the unseen and the the house where Gods may dwell. Beautiful, entire and clean. TALKS ABOUT AUTHORS. 87 JOHN GREENLEAF QUAKER BOY. Born December 17, 1S07; Died 1892. All who look at the picture of the good Quakerpoet are apt to think of him as a very solemn,quiet man, but those who knew him best tell of. WHITTIER. his love of fun and his interest in young he was a boy he worked on his fathersfarm, which was about three miles from the townof Haverhill, Massachusetts. As he merrilytrudged up the lane from the fields, or hoed the 88 TALKS ABOUT AtTTHORS. corn, or drove the cows, he must have looked likehis own description of The Barefoot child who can read is familiar with thisbeautiful poem: Blessings on thee, little man,Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan,With thy turned up pantaloonsAnd thy merry whistled tunes, ;ic H( 4^ 4^ H< From my heart I give thee joy,I was once a barefoot boy. John was a happy boy in his quiet countryhome which he has described in his poem calledSnow Bound. His mother told the childrenIndian stores as she sat at her spinning wheel,and stories of her childhood. She was a verykind-hearted woman and the Whittier home wasseldom without visitors. The Quakers or Friendsdid not live close together, so the leader
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