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The Twenty-Second Of December.

By William Cullen Bryant

Topics: classic

Wild was the day; the wintry sea     Moaned sadly on New-England's strand,     When first the thoughtful and the free,     Our fathers, trod the desert land.     They little thought how pure a light,     With years, should gather round that day;     How love should keep their memories bright,     How wide a realm their sons should sway.     Green are their bays; but greener still     Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed,     And regions, now untrod, shall thrill     With reverence when their names are breathed.     Till where the sun, with softer fires,     Looks on the vast Pacific's sleep,     The children of the pilgrim sires     This hallowed day like us shall keep.

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About William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878) was an American poet and journalist. His poem "Thanatopsis" (1817) was the first major American poem. He edited the New York Evening Post for 50 years and was a champion of American poetry.

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