Writings by Susan Dickinson: SHD Commonplace Book

IN THE ANDES

Beneath the equator's fiery arch I feel
The heading axis of the carib.[?] and see
The neighboring stars their household lights reveal.
Night swims in glory, and my work[?] is free.
And all is silence. High the white peaks o'er
The dome of space the Southern Cross appears.
There is no space -- where space is not before --
There is no time, but time beyond appears,
Then what am I? 'Neath yonder tent of grass
Two happy creojes and their children sleep,
And in the night let Aldebaran pass,
And in their slumbers still their fond love keep
To wake in bliss -- love makes their lives divine;
Soul, what are mysteries if such love to thine?

HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH

S.H.D. Commonplace Book (16:35:1),
Martha Dickinson Bianchi Collection,
John Hay Library, Brown University Libraries

The shadow of a great sorrow rests upon this convention. Senator Hoar is dead. His life was given in the service of his country and of his fellow-men. For 40 years he was one of those who guided and watched over the fortunes of the republic. His achievements are written in the history of the United States, Patriot and statesman, orator and scholar, lawyer and jurist, a great senator, a leader of men, the commonwealth of Massachusetts, loved by him so deeply and served by him so long, bows her head in grief as she enrolls his name among the greatest of those who have made, her past illustrious. His abilities were commanding, his ideals were noble, his conduct of life followed the loftiest standards. He harkened always to the cry of the desolate and oppressed, and stood forth to fight their battles for them. Pure of heart, stainless in honor, tender in his affections, fearless and unswerving in the path of duty, unfaltering in his loyalty to friends and country, his life will be an example and an inspiration to the generations yet to be. He has died at the summit of his great career. He met death with the serene courage which had never failed him in the trials of life, surrounded by all that should accompany old age, "like honor, love, obedience, troops of friends."

"So he passed over, and all the trumpets
sounded on the other side."


	Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008