The Maple puts her corals on in M… While loitering frosts about the l… To be in tune with what the robins… Plastering new log-huts 'mid her b… But when the Autumn southward tur…

I sent you a messige, my friens, t… To tell you I’d nothin’ pertickle… ‘twuz the day our new nation gut k… So 'twuz my pleasant dooty t’ ackn… An’ I see clearly then, ef I didn…

O poet! above all men blest, Take heed that thus thou store the… Love, Hope, and Faith shall ever… Sweet birds (upon how sweet a nest… Watchfully brooding o’er them.

Into the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night! Into the moonlight,

I went to seek for Christ, And Nature seemed so fair That first the woods and fields my… And I was sure to find him there: The temple I forsook,

Thy voice is like a fountain, Leaping up in clear moonshine; Silver, silver, ever mounting, Ever sinking, Without thinking,

Untremulous in the river clear, Toward the sky’s image, hangs the… So still the air that I can hear The slender clarion of the unseen… Out of the stillness, with a gathe…

Guvener B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an’ looks art… He draws his furrer ez straight ez… An’ into nobody’s tater-patch poke… But John P.

There never yet was flower fair in… Let classic poets rhyme it as they… The seasons toil that it may blow… And summer’s heart doth feel its e… Nor is a true soul ever born for n…

When wise Minerva still was young And just the least romantic, Soon after from Jove’s head she f… That preternatural antic, ’Tis said to keep from idleness

FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOO… ‘What means this glory round our f… The Magi mused, ‘more bright than… And voices chanted clear and sweet… ‘To-day the Prince of Peace is bo…

Gone, gone from us! and shall we s… Those sibyl-leaves of destiny, Those calm eyes, nevermore? Those deep, dark eyes so warm and… Wherein the fortunes of the man

Opening one day a book of mine, I absent, Hester found a line Praised with a pencil-mark, and th… She left transfigured with a kiss. When next upon the page I chance,

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