William Cullen Brant (1794-1878)

Biography
William Cullen Bryant was an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post.

Poet, Editor. His first poem, "Thanatopsis," was published when the poet was 17 years old. His first book of poetry was published in 1821, though it earned him less than $15. He continued writing, building a national reputation as a "fireside poet," while working to make ends meet. He practiced law for a short time in Massachusetts before moving to New York to work as an editor. Eventually, he became editor-in-chief of the New York Evening Post, a post he held for 50 years. After his death, a park in New York was named Bryant Park in his honor.

Early Life
Bryant was born on November 3, 1794,[1] in a log cabin near Cummington, Massachusetts; the home of his birth is today marked with a plaque.[2] He was the second son of Peter Bryant (b. Aug. 12, 1767, d. Mar. 20, 1820), a doctor and later a state legislator, and Sarah Snell (b. Dec. 4, 1768, d. May 6, 1847). The genealogies of both of his parents trace back to passengers on the Mayflower; his mother's to John Alden (b. 1599, d. 1687); his father's to Francis Cooke (b. 1577, d. 1663).

He was also a nephew of Charity Bryant, a Vermont seamstress who is the subject of Rachel Hope Cleves's 2014 book Charity and Sylvia: A Same-Sex Marriage in Early America.

Bryant and his family moved to a new home when he was two years old. The William Cullen Bryant Homestead, his boyhood home, is now a museum. After just one year at Williams College (he entered with sophomore standing), he hoped to transfer to Yale, but a talk with his father led to the realization that family finances would not support it. His father counseled a legal career as his best available choice, and the disappointed poet began to study law in Worthington and Bridgewater in Massachusetts. He was admitted to the bar in 1815 and began practicing law in nearby Plainfield, walking the seven miles from Cummington every day. On one of these walks, in December 1815, he noticed a single bird flying on the horizon; the sight moved him enough to write "To a Waterfowl"