BENEATH the low-hung night clou… That raked her splintering mast The good ship settled slowly, The cruel leak gained fast. Over the awful ocean

LIFT again the stately emblem on… Give to Northern winds the Pine-… Sons of men who sat in council wit… Answering England’s royal missive… Rise again for home and freedom! s…

THE wave is breaking on the shore… The echo fading from the chime; Again the shadow moveth o’er The dial-plate of time! O seer-seen Angel! waiting now

The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The aster-flower is failing,

WE give thy natal day to hope, O Country of our love and prayer! Thy way is down no fatal slope, But up to freer sun and air. Tried as by furnace-fires, and yet

The Persian’s flowery gifts, the… Of fruitful Ceres, charm no more; The woven wreaths of oak and pine Are dust along the Isthmian shore… But beauty hath its homage still,

O’er the bare woods, whose outstre… Plead with the leaden heavens in v… I see, beyond the valley lands, The sea’s long level dim with rain… Around me all things, stark and du…

I did but dream. I never knew What charms our sternest season wo… Was never yet the sky so blue, Was never earth so white before. Till now I never saw the glow

Out and in the river is winding The links of its long, red chain, Through belts of dusky pine-land And gusty leagues of plain. Only, at times, a smoke-wreath

FOR DOROTHEA L. DIX. Stranger and traveller, Drink freely and bestow A kindly thought on her Who bade this fountain flow,

So fallen! so lost! the light with… Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore! Revile him not, the Tempter hath

Over the threshold of his pleasant… Set in green clearings passed the… In simple trust, misdoubting not t… ‘Dear heart of mine!’ he said, ‘th… To trust the Lord for shelter.’ O…

One day, along the electric wire His manly word for Freedom sped; We came next morn: that tongue of… Said only, ‘He who spake is dead!… Dead! while his voice was living y…

The mercy, O Eternal One! By man unmeasured yet, In joy or grief, in shade or sun, I never will forget. I give the whole, and not a part,

Years since (but names to me befor… Two sisters sought at eve my door; Two song-birds wandering from thei… A gray old farm-house in the West… How fresh of life the younger one,