(For Whittier’s eightieth birthday, December 17, 1887)
As the Greek’s signal flame, by antique records told, Rose from the hill-top, like applause and glory, Welcoming in fame some special veteran, hero, With rosy tinge reddening the land he’d served, So I aloft from Mannahatta’s ship-fringed shore, Lift high a kindled brand for thee, Old Poet.