Should Switzerland’s rude rocks b… Of freedom (sanctioned there by G… All proud invaders, Gessler-like… Because the echoes in their caves… Once leaped exultant at the shout…

SHALL we sing of Loyalty To the far South’s fiery youth? Yea—but let the pæan be Of loyalty to God and Truth: To Man, to progress, and to all

IF a large love of the whole huma… With charity that hopeth a meet cu… For life’s worst evils, indicates… Of goodness, thine is such as will… And if pure prayers to stablish wh…

AWAY, away she plunges, With her white sails o’er her spre… Like the sheety clouds that gather On some great hill’s piny head. Still away she plunges rampant,

THE PAST is flowing through my… Flowing like a sea; With all its billows dancing brigh… Over what?—an undermight Of darkling loss and destiny.

WHERE Beauty is smiling With Love undenied, Where Gladness is flowing From Pleasure’s hill-side, Whatever of charming

When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote, Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning note, Did no English ear that listened,

A MAN of sorrows and with grief… He bowed His beauteous head to th… Of Pilate’s hireling bands; And while beneath their cruel scou… Forgave them, yearning through Hi…

A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promi… Settled down near my Station, to… And to sell to, my men too! from w… Until then, I had screw’d just wh… And for this, to be sure, I so ha…

LITTLE, perhaps, thou valuest v… Little hast read of what my hand h… Yet I with thy brave memory would… The muse’s amaranths. For thou we… For freedom; well her sacred lesso…

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…

’TWAS night—and where a watery s… Came moaning up the Flat, Six rude and bearded stockmen roun… Their blazing hut-fire sat, And laughed as on some starting ho…

DOWNWARD, through the blooming… Of a lonely forest bower, Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling Like a burning shower: So through heaven’s starry ceiling

Never say aught in verse, or grave… That you in prose would hesitate t… Never in rhyme pretend to tears, u… True feeling sheds them in unfeign… Or some dream-grief, with such a m…

That man is truly great, and he al… Who venerates, of present things o… The absolute only,—is the liege of… Save God and truth; who, awed not… And shadowy scheme of life, but an…