A thousand million souls arise Out of the cradle of to-day, And, like a living storm, beneath… Go thundering on their fatal way! But ere to-morrow’s sun

HIS lot how glorious whom the mus… Her first high-priest in this brig… Aglow with light from her aspiring… Catching the raptures of her Grec… Lifting these later days to height…

“’TIS nine o’clock:—to bed!” crie… Who with his youthful household (f… Long since) inhabited a lonely hom… In the Australian wilderness, tha… As with an unshorn fleece of gloom…

PALER, paler, day by day, Waxeth wordless Eva Gray, Wasting through the heart away! How shall those who wish her well, Lift the shadow erst that fell

With what content the Forest bowe… And streams of coolness warbling,… Crawls scorchingly, at Noon, o’er… And browning herbs in the unshelte… But sweeter far the gradual degree…

I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone; On closed unmoving knees my head Lay rigid as a stone. And thus I sat without a tear,

Flowers in their freshness are flu… And the voice-peopled forest is lo… And streams in their fulness are l… Yet my bosom is aching. There’s shadow on all things—the s…

First see those ample melons-brind… With mingled green and brown is al… For they are ripe, and mealy at th… And saturate with the nectar of th… And here their fellows of the mars…

Worldly Prosperity is often less A proof of having than of wanting… And most is thwarted by the noble… Of Wit, Love, Valor, or Benevole… I know a bloodless Thing at whose…

FIRM trust of the bold sailor on… What strength is in its structure… Old ocean’s bed-rock gripping, wit… And therefore ’tis the emblem held… Through the billows ceaseless ragi…

WE’LL PLANT a Tree of Liberty In the centre of the land, And round it ranged as guardians b… A vowed and trusty band; And sages bold and mighty soul’d

THE world’s heart is kindless and… As the head of the wandering Jew, And can never be won from the caus… Till man to Humanity’s true; There’s a path to redemption—but t…

DARK is her cheek, but her blood… Comes through its dusk with a suns… While joy, like a prairie-bee, sla… At the red honey-cup of her smilin… And her wild eyes glow, like meteo…

I LOVE him so, That though his face I ne’er migh… In the assurance that he so loved… This heart of mine would glow With pulses sweeter than the sweet…

LIKE HIM who great reports of t… Because his own is a most barren f… Is he who man’s divinity suspects, Because his own soul doth so littl… Better is one who through himself…