John Stow



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Stow expresses thankfulness for Chase's friendship and writes a poem about the spirituality of nature set in the park of Greenwich.


Spring 6-6-1826


Greenwich, old England, Great Britain, park of Greenwich


Right Reverend and in reverence treasured friend

The spirit of true friendship shewn by you towards me in the remembrance of the Greenwich of old England and its connections, and in the patriarchal admonition to take heed, lest, amidst the good things of this life, so freely bestowed upon me, I forget the FOUNTAIN, whence they flow, intitles you to every feeling and expression of thankfulness on my part.

As some earnest that this life little things thereof do not wholly engross my attention or divert my thoughts from the worthied and more enduring objects of the life to come. I send you some views I have taken from a spot so cherished in your recollection - the park of Greenwich - and add to them some effort made (under the goodly guidance of GOD’S HOLY SPIRIT may I hope!) to shew that spiritual subjects are not foreign from my pursuit or indifferent to my heart.

On the accompanying version of those Psalms, which are wrapt around your heart, I shall welcome your sentiments communicated with your wonted frankness. And with all the filial reverence that a son of the same Church should entertain towards such a true Father of it, allow me to subscribe myself.

Admiringly and devotedly your [Crooms] [Hill] Greenwich

John Stow

England - 6 June 1826 - My wife joins in wishes for your Family’s peace and spiritual prosperity.

[?] summed views of Greenwich Park in Great Britain -- dedica[ted] by the Author who had the pleasure of introducing him to


sweetly opens the Day on the eye of Devotion

As the Dawn spreads its silvery tint o’er the sky;

Richly swells in the bosom the grateful emotion

As the flood-gates of gold the Sun’s rising descry:

Meekly led to retirement the Stars in their courses

Their pale and yet paler effulgence withdrawn;

And the moon’s waning orb the same impulse enforces

So surrenders is charms to the same golden law:

Softly gliding in the fleeces the Clouds seem repairing

From a westernly couch to the Regent of Day,

In his [?] of purest [?] allegrance to pay:

Gently waving their tops to the lay of the breezes

The Trees in majestic creation are seen

The eye-feast extending as the lustre increases

By their inlets of azure midst of rings of green:

Stifly [sic] rising the Stag from the seat of his slumbers

His fine limbs outstretches their power to regain;

Whilst the cow, who her senses from sleep disencumbers

Still the seat of those slumbers does idly retain.

Boldly utters the Cock his shrill challenge to labour

By honest monition Man’s duty to aid,

[?] the wood-choir with all their soft-melody favour

Bidding chearfulness [sic] Toils’ furrow’d forehead pervade:

Blythly [sic] [cawving] the [Daw] with his Jack [?]

His [jit] wings outspreads their short flutter to bear;

Whilst the Crow on his scheme of remote destination

Calmly sails through a [?] region of air:

Aptly woven both pleasure and use for expanding

The carpet of Nature with dew-gems bedeckt,

Midst the lights and the shadows harmoniously blending

Do the heart in full measure with rapture affect:

Fondly gaze the eyes on each Vista’s succession

As view’d up the road way [or] trac’d oer the lawn

Where the boughs and the branches with Beautys impression

And Variety’s features the landscape adorn

Continued at the back of next page -

d [sic] to The Right Reverend Philander Chase, Bishop of Ohio in North America, the Spot on the 22d. April 1824. Evening

Calmly does the Day on the eye of Reflection

As the Sun veils his face the horizon beneath,

When he leaves an impression, that kindles affection

Such as flows from the blessings that parents bequeath;

Richly mellows the sky, the boon’s value enhancing,

So a lovely suffusion of azure and gold,

Which the eye in a pleasing composure intrancing

To the heart doth a joy [?] unfold:

Gently show’rs thro the foliage, whose beauty it heightens,

The lustre of evening, so soft and so pure.

That the weight of the day-toil it instantly lightens

And presents for its troubles the readiest cure:

Softly breaks on the ear with delightful sensations

The Nightingale’s love-song, to melody true,

Awak’ning the heart to congenial vibrations

And repaid by the bliss that to Nature is due:

Balmly breathes from the fir-trees an odour sweet smelling

In grateful return for the Evening’s gale;

Whilst the Dew from the herbage the fragrance is swelling,

Which the senses rejoice as its freshness they hale:

Quickly startled at footsteps, though harmlessly guided,

The stag from his browsings flits over the lawn,

At the view of whose form hath the joy not subsided

Though [the] season the pride of his antlers has shown:

Slowly circles the Bat in his twilight meandrings [sic]

Repassing the eye, that will follow his wandrings [sic]

With the charm of cerulean blue leav’d with green:

Brightly sparkles the star, that proclaims the advances

Of the Night with her solemn and beautiful Train,

Bedeckt with the pints of the loftiest branches,

As they woo the light breezes, nor woo them in vain:

Richly spreads her full orb in sublimest reslendence

The Moon, as the hill-top she gracefully mounts;

Embracing the Thames, who awaits her attendance,

And with lover lighted eyes her high merits recounts:

continued at the back.

Sweetly opens the Day on the eye of Devotion

As the Dawn spreads its silvery

tint o’er the sky;

Richly swells in the bosom the grateful


As the floodgates of gold the Sun’s

rising descry.

Calmly closes the Day on the eye of


As the sun veils his face the horizon


When he leaves an impression that

kindles affection,

Such as flows from the blessings

that parents bequeath.

To the GOD of the Evening, The GOD of the Morning,

THE FOUNTAIN from whence all this Blessedness flows,

WHO, the paths of this life thus so richly adorning

Still reserves to the hope all salvation bestows,

May Glory and honour, thanksgivings and praises,

All that thought can conceive, or that words can convey.

Round the altar of [incense] that gratitude raises,

Through the remnant be offer’d of Life’s fleeting day!

Letter to Philander Chase



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