ALL night above their rocky bed They saw the stars march slow; The wild Sierra overhead, The desert’s death below. The Indian from his lodge of bark…

As Islam’s Prophet, when his last… Nigh to its close, besought all me… Whom he had wronged, to whom he th… A debt forgotten, or for pardon su… And, through the silence of his we…

Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the name

The pines were dark on Ramoth hil… Their song was soft and low; The blossoms in the sweet May win… Were falling like the snow. The blossoms drifted at our feet,

Here, while the loom of Winter we… The shroud of flowers and fountain… I think of thee and summer eves Among the Northern mountains. When thunder tolled the twilight’s…

A STRENGTH Thy service cannot… A faith which doubt can never dim, A heart of love, a lip of fire, O Freedom’s God! be Thou to him! Speak through him words of power a…

Addressed to Francis Greenleaf A… You scarcely need my tardy thanks, Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend… A green leaf on your own Green Ba… The memory of your friend.

TOKEN Of friendship true and tr… From one whose fiery heart of yout… With mine has beaten, side by side… For Liberty and Truth; With honest pride the gift I take…

'Midst the men and things which wi… Haunt an old man’s memory still, Drollest, quaintest of them all, With a boy’s laugh I recall Good old Abram Morrison.

One Sabbath day my friend and I After the meeting, quietly Passed from the crowded village la… White with dry dust for lack of ra… And climbed the neighboring slope,…

Thrice welcome from the Land of F… And golden-fruited orange bowers To this sweet, green-turfed June… To her who, in our evil time, Dragged into light the nation’s cr…

Friend of my many years! When the great silence falls, at l… Let me not leave, to pain and sadd… A memory of tears, But pleasant thoughts alone.

Still, as of old, in Beavor’s Val… O man of God! our hope and faith The Elements and Stars assail, And the awed spirit holds its brea… Blown over by a wind of death.

MASSACHUSETTS BAY, 1760. THE robins sang in the orchard, t… blossoms grew; Little of human sorrow the buds an… knew!

BEARER of Freedom’s holy light, Breaker of Slavery’s chain and ro… The foe of all which pains the sig… Or wounds the generous ear of God… Beautiful yet thy temples rise,