StoryTitle("caps", "\"A Knight Without Reproach\"") ?>
InitialWords(167, "For", "smallcaps", "nodropcap", "indent") ?>
nearly four hundred years Greece had been subject to
Turkey. The Greeks were oppressed and enslaved by
their cruel conquerors; they scarcely dared to call
their lives their own. At length, in 1821, they
resolved to endure oppression no longer. Hopeless as
their cause seemed to be, they took up arms and began a
way for independence. The Turks were strong and
pitiless; the Greeks were poor and weak, and yet they
fought bravely for their country and their homes.
The war had been going on for two or three years, when
a stranger appeared in Greece who at once attracted
much attention. He was a young man of twenty-three or
twenty-four. He was very tall and handsome. His long
hair was black, his blue eyes were very large, his face
was beaming with kindliness and courage.
It was soon learned that this stranger was a young
American surgeon and that his name was Samuel G. Howe.
He had come to Greece to
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give such assistance as he could to those who were
fighting for liberty.
He began work at once, trying to establish hospitals
for the wounded and the sick. He went from one
battlefield to another, doing all in his power to
relieve the suffering and dying soldiers. Then, when
matters seemed to be most desperate, he shouldered a
musket and went forth to share with the patriot Greeks
the dangers and hardships of war.
He soon learned, however, that a stronger foe than the
Turks was threatening the Greeks. That foe was hunger.
The war had required so many men that there was now no
one left to till the fields. The vineyards had been
neglected and trampled down. The cattle had been
driven off and butchered. Unless help came, the Greeks
would be conquered by starvation.
The young surgeon was not a man to hesitate. He
hurried back to America. In letters to the newspapers,
in public speeches and personal appeals, he made known
the sad condition of the Greeks. Thousands of
Americans came forward with gifts of money and food and
clothing. A
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ship was loaded with these generous offerings, and Dr.
Howe sailed with it for Greece.
How the poor people of that unfortunate land blessed
the stranger who brought this much-needed relief! He
gave the food to the famishing, he placed the money in
the hands of those who would use it the most wisely for
the good of all. The whole nation thanked him.
For a long time after the Greeks had won their
independence they remembered with love the brave,
handsome American who had done so much to aid them.
One story, in particular, they liked to tell and tell
again. It was of a Greek soldier, whose life the
American had saved on the battlefield, and who always
afterward followed him about like an affectionate dog.
The poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, who knew and loved
Dr. Howe, has repeated this story in the following
verses, in which he also briefly alludes to the hero's
later services in behalf of humanity:—
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PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Oh, for a knight like Bayard,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Without reproach or fear!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "My light glove on his casque of steel,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "My love-know on his spear!", "") ?>
PagePoem(170, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Oh, for the white plume floating", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Sad Zutphen's field above,—", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The lion heart in battle,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "The woman's heart in love!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"But now life's slumberous current", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "No sun-bowed cascade wakes;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "No tall, heroic manhood", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "The level dullness breaks.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Oh, for a knight like Bayard,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Without reproach or fear!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "My light glove on this casque of steel,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "My love-knot on his spear!\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Then I said, my own heart throbbing", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "To the time her proud pulse beat,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Life hath its regal natures yet,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "True, tender, brave, and sweet.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Smile not, fair unbeliever!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "One man at least I know", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Who might wear the crest of Bayard", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Or Sidney's plume of snow.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Once, when over purple mountains", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Died away the Grecian sun,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the far Cyllenian ranges", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Paled and darkened, one by one,—", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Fell the Turk, a bolt of thunder,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Cleaving all the quiet sky,", "") ?>
PagePoem(171, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And against his sharp steel lightnings", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Stood the Suliote but to die.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Woe for the weak and halting!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "The crescent blazed behind", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "A curving line of sabers,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Like fire before the wind.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Last to fly and first to rally,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Rode he of whom I speak,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "When, groaning in his bridle-path,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Sank down a wounded Greek,—", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"With the rich Albanian costume", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Wet with many a ghastly stain,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Gazing on earth and sky as one", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Who might not gaze again!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"He looked forward to the mountains,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Back on foes that never spare;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Then flung him from his saddle,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And placed the stranger there.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\" 'Allah! Hu!' Through flashing sabers,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Through a stormy hail of lead,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The good Thessalian charger", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Up the slopes of olives sped.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\"Hot spurred the turbaned riders,—", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "He almost felt their breath,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Where a mountain stream rolled darkly down", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Between the hills and death.", "") ?>
PagePoem(172, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\"One brave and manful struggle,—", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "He gained the solid land,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the cover of the mountains,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And the carbines of his band.\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\"It was very great and noble,\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Said the moist-eyed listener then,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\"But one brave deed makes no hero;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Tell me what he since hath been.\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\"Wouldst know him now? Behold him,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "The Cadmus of the blink,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Giving the dumb lip language,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "The idiot clay a mind.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\"Walking his round of duty", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Serenely day by day,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "With the strong man's hand of labor", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And childhood's heart of play.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\"True as the knights of story,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Sir Lancelot and his peers,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Brave in his calm endurance", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "As they in tilt of spears.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Wherever outraged Nature", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Asks word or action brave,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Wherever struggles labor,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Wherever groans a slave,—", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Wherever rise the peoples,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Wherever sinks a throne,", "") ?>
PagePoem(173, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The throbbing heart of Freedom finds", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "An answer in his own.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Knight of a better era,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Without reproach or fear!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Said I not well that Bayards", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And Sidneys still are here?\"", "") ?>
PoemEnd() ?>