When the vexed hubbub of our world… Roars round about me as I walk th… The myriad noise of Traffic, and… Of Toil’s incessant hammer, the f… Of struggle hand to hand and brain…

By the impulse of my will, By the red flame in my blood, By me nerves’ electric thrill, By the passion of my mood, My concentrated desire,

O FRIEND who passed away while… Now that the land bursts into bloo… With vivid blossoms o’er the lands… Purple and white 'mongst, grasses… In beauteous resurrection o’er the…

Wake, Israel, wake! Recall to-day The glorious Maccabean rage, The sire heroic, hoary-gray, His five-fold lion-lineage: The Wise, the Elect, the Help-of…

As the blind Milton’s memory of l… The deaf Beethoven’s phantasy of… Wroght joys for them surpassing al… In our restricted sphere of sound… So while the glaring streets of br…

Gray earth, gray mist, gray sky: Through vapors hurrying by, Larger than wont, on high Floats the horned, yellow moon. Chill airs are faintly stirred,

Over the lamp-lit street, Trodden by hurrying feet, Where mostly pulse and beat Life’s throbbing veins, See where the April star,

UPON the whitewashed walls A woman’s shadow falls, A woman walketh o’er the darksome… A soft, angelic smile Lighteth her face the while,

Golden lights and lengthening shad… Flings the splendid sun declining, O’er the monastery garden Rich in flower, fruit and foliage. Through the avenue of nut trees,

Venus. Frosty lies the winter-landscape, In the twilight golden-green. Down the Park’s deserted alleys, Naked elms stand stark and lean.

If the sudden tidings came That on some far, foreign coast, Buried ages long from fame, Had been found a remnant lost Of that hoary race who dwelt

I. Evening. Rest, beauty, stillness: not a wai… From gray—blue east sheer to the y… No film of mist the utmost slopes… The earth lies grace, by quiet air…

Yet life is not a vision nor a pra… But stubborn work; she may not shu… After the first compassion, none w… Her portion and her work achieved,… She pleads for respite,—she will c…

Night, and beneath star-blazoned s… Behold the Spirit of the musky So… A creole with still-burning, langu… Voluptuous limbs and incense-breat… Swathed in spun gauze is she,

Across the Eastern sky has glowed The flicker of a blood-red dawn, Once more the clarion cock has cro… Once more the sword of Christ is… A million burning rooftrees light