Mrs. Hattie Tyng Griswold.
She is human as well as I;
And the same sun lights the valleys
That kisses the hill-tops high.
No words of wild adulation
Have I for the pet of fame;
She hath no need of incense
Such as goeth up to a name.
But something lovelier, dearer,
Than crowds ever rise and crown,
Calleth on me for telling___
Calleth the sweet tears down.
I have seen her___the wife and mother___
Little feet all about her played,
And the babes that slept in the twilight
Rollicking music made.
I know not why, but it touched me,
And quickened my pulse's beat___
I had found the poet a woman,
Tender and true and sweet.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)