When first I saw our banner wave Above the nation’s council-hall, I heard beneath its marble wall The clanking fetters of the slave! In the foul market-place I stood,

O THOU, whose presence went befo… Our fathers in their weary way, As with Thy chosen moved of yore The fire by night, the cloud by da… When from each temple of the free,

Who gives and hides the giving han… Nor counts on favor, fame, or prai… Shall find his smallest gift outwe… The burden of the sea and land. Who gives to whom hath naught been…

Dream not, O Soul, that easy is t… Thus set before thee. If it prove… As well it may, beyond thy natural… Faint not, despair not. As a chil… A father, pray the Everlasting Go…

KLOSTER KEDAR, EPHRA… SISTER MARIA CHRISTINA s… Wake, sisters, wake! the day-star… Above Ephrata’s eastern pines The dawn is breaking, cool and cal…

THE proudest now is but my peer, The highest not more high; To-day, of all the weary year, A king of men am I. To-day, alike are great and small,

LONGFELLOW. WITH a glory of winter sunshine Over his locks of gray, In the old historic mansion He sat on his last birthday;

From Institutes of Manu. The soul itself its awful witness… Say not in evil doing, ‘No one se… And so offend the conscious One w… Whose ear can hear the silences of…

IT was late in mild October, and… Had left the summer harvest-fields… The first sharp frosts had fallen,… With the hues of summer’s rainbow,… Through a thin, dry mist, that mor…

A FEW brief years have passed aw… Since Britain drove her million s… Beneath the tropic’s fiery ray: God willed their freedom; and to-d… Life blooms above those island gra…

Up from the meadows rich with corn… Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick… Green-walled by the hills of Mary… Round about them orchards sweep,

After the Danish of Christian Wi… Where, over heathen doom-rings and… In its little Christian city stan… In merry mood King Volmer sat, fo… As idle as the Goose of Gold that…

"Tie stille, barn min! Imorgen kommer Fin, Fa’er din, Og gi’er dich Esbern Snares öine… Zealand Rhyme.

O painter of the fruits and flower… We own wise design, Where these human hands of ours May share work of Thine! Apart from Thee we plant in vain

She came and stood in the Old Sou… A wonder and a sign, With a look the old-time sibyls wo… Half-crazed and half-divine. Save the mournful sackcloth about…