Bronson Alcott

Here you will find the Poem Bartol of poet Bronson Alcott

Bartol

POET of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre 
Startles the churches from their slumbers late, 
Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire 
At wrangling factions in the restless state, 
Till tingles with thy note each listening ear,? 
Then household charities by the friendly fire 
Of home, soothe all to fellowship and good cheer! 
No sin escapes thy fervent eloquence, 
Yet, touching with compassion the true word, 
Thou leavest the trembling culprit?s dark offence
To the mediation of his gracious Lord. 
To noble thought and deep dost thou dispense 
Due meed of praise, strict in thy just award. 
Can other pulpits with this preacher cope? 
I glory in thy genius, and take hope!