A mighty tempest rent the sky, As if a god were passing by. Bending to earth my humbled head, In solemn and religious dread, And kneeling on the sod,

Many-and yet our fate is one, And little after all we crave Enjoyment of the common sun, Fair passage to the common grave; Our bread and fire, our plain atti…

In valleys where the white man’s f… Ne’er treads the early dew, By mighty streams, whose waters de… Ne’er bear his light canoe; In wild woods, where the settler’s…

Tis sweet to roam alone In some sequestered wood, When slumbering Echo hears no sou… When Night and Silence spread aro… A holy solitude;

Far from bustle, strife, and care, ‘Mong the woods I’ve wooed her. And to her secluded nook, By the margin of a brook, And by waters bright and blue,

By the red lightning rent and rive… And stretched along the plain, Can the tall oak extend to heaven Its gay green boughs again? Or when a star hath lost its track…

Cleon hath a million acres, Ne’er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, In a cottage I; Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,

Star! that sendest the bird To her dew-besprinkled nest, That sendest the hind to his cotta… And givest the weary rest! Star! O gentle star!

Ye who have scorned each other In this fast fading year, Or wronged a friend or brother, Come gather humbly here: Let sinned against and sinning

Tis sad to go a-roving Through the weary world alone, For the bliss of life is loving, Ere the days of youth are flown And old age is Love’s undoing,

A traveller on a dusty road Strewed acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up, And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening-t…

Wail! Wail! For a sub hath set. Which no returning morrow Shall ever call From the darksome pall,

The man is thought a knave, or foo… Or bigot, plotting crime, Who, for the advancement of his ki… Is wiser than his time. For him the hemlock shall distil;

A voice of wailing and of woe Fills the proud monarch’s regal ha… There’s madness on the kingly brow… There’s frenzy in the soul of Sau… Where is the bard whose gifted lyr…

Let others chase the timid deer O’er field or level moor, We’ve a braver sport, and a nobler… To chase the mighty boar. Through forest dark, and tangled w…