Nearly two hundred and twenty-five years ago, William Cullen Bryant was born in November which maybe explains why he wrote this lovely and positive poem about the month of his birth. He was actually born on November 3rd in 1794 in a log cabin in Massachusetts.
He was the editor in chief of the New York Evening Post, but was also a poet and essayist. He was a keen supporter of workers rights and those of immigrants to America. He died in 1878, a year short of having been the editor of the New York Evening Post for fifty years.
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
Ere, o’er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.
William Cullen Bryant, 1794 – 1878