Heredity Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Heredity

Rating: 2.7


A soldier of the Cromwell stamp,
With sword and psalm-book by his side,
At home alike in church and camp:
Austere he lived, and smileless died.

But she, a creature soft and fine-
From Spain, some say, some say from France;
Within her veins leapt blood like wine-
She led her Roundhead lord a dance!

In Grantham church they lie asleep;
Just where, the verger may not know.
Strange that two hundred years should keep
The old ancestral fires aglow!

In me these two have met again;
To each my nature owes a part:
To one, the cool and reasoning brain;
To one, the quick, unreasoning heart.

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Susan Williams 07 November 2015

Simple stately and beautiful elegy about a good man's soul

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Portsmouth, New Hampshire
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