The Poets of Maine:  Henry Joseph Gardner


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Transcribed and submitted by Tina Vickery TVick65536@aol.com
13:46 09/26/1999
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The Poets of Maine
A Collection of Specimen Poems From Over Four Hundred Verse-Makers of the Pine Tree State
With Biographical Sketches
Compiled by George Bancroft Griffith
Portland, Maine
Elwell, Pickard & Company
Transcript Job Print
Edward Small Binder
Copyright by Elwell, Pickard & Co
1888.
page 243

Henry Joseph Gardner.

Hon. Henry J. Gardner was born in Boston, Mass., June 14, 1819.  He was once 
an under-graduate at Bowdoin College, and is numbered among the Bowdoin Poets.  In 
"Know-Nothing" time -- from the year 1855-1858 -- he was Governor of Massachusetts.
He married Helen Elizabeth Cobb, daughter of Richard Cobb, and granddaughter of 
Mathew Cobb, of Portland, in 1844.  She died in Boston, Sept. 2, 1869.  Mr. Gardner is 
still actively engaged in business life, and has an office on Devonshire street, Boston.

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TO A BURGUNDY ROSE.
Presented the Author by a Lady.

Fairest of flowers, by fairest lady given!
  Thine only fault that thou wilt quickly fade, --
Though early plucked, yet blessed to be riven
  From thine own stem, and on her bosom laid,
Like as a pearl in gold, and star in heaven!
  Oh! I would dream where I not half afraid --
That she in some though-wildered happy hour,
Erstwhile ere thou were given me, fair flower,
  A kiss perchance may have impressed on thee.
And I would dream that some mysterious power
  Had kept the blessing in those leaves, for me!
So would I ply thee with venturous lip,
The nectar of that hidden thing to sip, --
  And dream of rose-lipped loveliness and thee!