"Earnest Willie," or, Echoes from a recluse : containing the letters, poems, addresses and sketches -- chiefly moral and religious -- with bits of laughing humor, smiling fancy and tender sentiment -- everywhere / the earnest heart-throbs of William D. Upshaw, during this more than sixteen years of invalid life -- (seven years spent on a bed).

  • Upshaw, Willie D. (William David), 1866-1952.
Date:
1903
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Credit: "Earnest Willie," or, Echoes from a recluse : containing the letters, poems, addresses and sketches -- chiefly moral and religious -- with bits of laughing humor, smiling fancy and tender sentiment -- everywhere / the earnest heart-throbs of William D. Upshaw, during this more than sixteen years of invalid life -- (seven years spent on a bed). Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by the Francis A. Countway Library of Medicine, through the Medical Heritage Library. The original may be consulted at the Francis A. Countway Library of Medicine, Harvard Medical School.

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    A MIDNIGHT EEYERIE. [Suggested one night in the spring of '87, as I lay on my bed near midnight and looked out through my southerr^ window at the beautiful star-lit heavens.] Who made those stars on which I gaze— That moon with its silvery ligbt, Which^ through m j window, pours its rays From the bright, fair crown of Night? Who made that beautiful background blue, Where the twinkling stars are set, Which shine lik>e glittering jewels on The grass with dew that^s wet ? Who made the sun to come at dawn On each successive day, Causing the moon and stars to fade In the same familiar way ? Who made that law by which the night, When the weary day is done, Comes, that tired man may rest Till the freshness of the dawn ? Who made that law by which all four Of the seasons—O, grand plan!— Come with such unerring rounds To suit the wants of man ? Who made this pure air which we breathe, The showers to fall—the sun to shine, Imparting life and vigor to all— Vegetation, beast and mankind ? Our blessings all, both great and small, By an unseen Hand are given. From the mammoth wood to the tiniest flower That blooms ^neath the smiling heaven. From an unfailing cruse they are poured With such convenient, regular course ; Who fills that cruse, I boldly ask. Tell me, tell me ! who is that source?