THE snow had begun in the gloamin… And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock

Soldier and statesman, rarest unis… High-poised example of great dutie… Simply as breathing, a world’s hon… As life’s indifferent gifts to all… Dumb for himself, unless it were t…

I know a falcon swift and peerless As e’er was cradled In the pine; No bird had ever eye so fearless, Or wing so strong as this of mine. The winds not better love to pilot

What visionary tints the year puts… When failing leaves falter through… Or numbly cling and shiver to be g… How shimmer the low flats and past… As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fi…

Worn and footsore was the Prophet… When he gained the holy hill; ‘God has left the earth,’ he murmu… ‘Here his presence lingers still. ’God of all the olden prophets,

Luck, my dear Norton, still makes… To mix a mortal with her gifts, Which he may find who duly sifts. Sweets to the sweet,—behold the cl… Why not, then, new things to the g…

Careless seems the great Avenger; History’€™s lessons but recorded One death-grapple in the darkness ‘€œTwixt old systems and the Word… Truth forever on the scaffold,

Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape’s bewildering j… We worship, unforbid of thee; And as her incense floats and curl… In airy spires and wayward whirls,

In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea, ‘Take this rose,’ he sighed, 'and… Where there’s none that loveth me. On the rock the billow bursteth

They are slaves who fear to speak, For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choos… Hatred, scoffing and abuse; Rather than in silence shrink,

I du believe in Freedom’s cause, Ez fur away ez Paris is; I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal Pharisees; It’s wal enough agin a king

I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli… The electric nerve, whose instanta… Makes next-door gossips of the ant… Confutes poor Hope’s last fallacy… The distance that divided her from…

A presence both by night and day, That made my life seem just begun, Yet scarce a presence, rather say The warning aureole of one. And yet I felt it everywhere;

And what is so rare as a day in J… Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be… And over it softly her warm ear la… Whether we look, or whether we lis…

The old Chief, feeling now wellni… Called his two eldest children to… And gave them, in few words, his p… ‘My son and daughter, me ye see no… The happy hunting-grounds await me…