George Pope Morris
Biography of George Pope Morris
George Pope Morris (October 10, 1802 – July 6, 1864) was an American editor, poet, and songwriter.
With Nathaniel Parker Willis, he co-founded the daily New York Evening Mirror by merging his fledgling weekly New York Mirror with Willis's American Monthly in August 1831. Morris is credited with the longevity the Evening Mirror would enjoy and for giving it a wide scope, covering not only news and entertainment but reviews of the fine arts, editorials, and many original engravings. Morris also funded in advance Willis's trip to Europe, for which Willis wrote several letters to be published in the Mirror, which helped establish his fame. On January 29, 1845, the Evening Mirror published an "advance copy" of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven". It was the first publication of that poem with the author's name. The publishing partners also issued an anthology called The Prose and Poetry of America in 1845.
Willis and Morris left the Mirror in 1846 and founded a new weekly, the National Press, which was renamed the Home Journal after eight months. Beginning in 1901, it was published as Town and Country and is still in print under that title today. Their prospectus for the publication, published November 21, 1846, announced their intentions to create a magazine "to circle around the family table".
In addition to his publishing and editorial work, Morris was popular as a poet and songwriter; especially well-known was his poem-turned-song "Woodman, Spare that Tree!" His songs in particular were popular enough that Graham's Magazine in Philadelphia promised Morris $50, sight unseen, for any work he wanted to publish in the periodical. "Woodman, Spare that Tree!" was first published in the January 17, 1837, issue of the Mirror under the title "The Oak" and was that year set to music by Henry Russell before being reprinted under its more common title in 1853. Lines from the poem are often quoted by environmentalists. The poem was also included in one of Morris's volumes of collected poems, The Deserted Bride and Other Poems, 1838, which ran into several editions.
Morris was friends with artist Robert Walter Weir to whom he dedicated his only book of prose, The Little Frenchman and His Water Lots (1839). A collection of short stories and sketches, the little Frenchman of the title story was the victim of an unscrupulous dealer in real estate bordering Wallabout Bay, that was under water at high tide.
Morris died July 6, 1864. Horace Binney Wallace wrote the introductory biographical notice for Morris's posthumous collected works.
George Pope Morris Poems
A monument to Washington? A tablet graven with his name?-- Green be the mound it stands upon, And everlasting as his fame!
The Pastor's Daughter.
An ivy-mantled cottage smiled, Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side, Where dwelt the village-pastor's child, In all her maiden bloom and pride.
The Main-Truck; Or, A Leap For Life
Old Ironsides at anchor lay, In the harbor of Mahon; A dead calm rested on the bay-- The waves to sleep had gone;
Woodman, Spare That Tree!
WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Life In The West.
Ho! brothers--come hither and list to my story-- Merry and brief will the narrative be. Here, like a monarch, I reign in my glory--
The morning is breaking-- The stag is away! The hounds and the hunters The signal obey!
The Flag Of Our Union.
'A song for our banner?'--The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station: 'United we stand--divided we fall!'--
To My Absent Daughter.
Georgie, come home!--Life's tendrils cling about thee, Where'er thou art, by wayward fancy led.
We Were Boys Together.
We were boys together, And never can forget The school-house near the heather, In childhood where we met;
A Legend Of The Mohawk.
In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing water, Two lovers reclined in the shade of a tree;
I Love Thee Still.
I never have been false to thee!-- The heart I gave thee still is thine; Though thou hast been untrue to me, And I no more may call thee mine!
Near The Lake.
Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!-- Where the rock threw back the billow Brighter than snow--
Rhyme And Reason: An Apologue
Two children of the olden time In Flora's primrose season, Were born. The name of one was Rhyme That of the other Reason.
Song Of Marion's Men.
In the ranks of Marion's band, Through morass and wooded land, Over beach of yellow sand, Mountain, plain, and valley,
A Leap For Life
OLD Ironsides at anchor lay,
In the harbor of Mahon;
A dead calm rested on the bay -
The waves to sleep had gone;
When little Jack, the captain's son,
With gallant hardihood,
Climbed shroud and spar - and then upon
The main-truck rose and stood!