A beautiful and happy girl, With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of… Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined and flowing hair;

They hear Thee not, O God! nor s… Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee… The princes of our ancient line Lie drunken with Assyrian wine; The priests around Thy altar spea…

One morning of the first sad Fall… Poor Adam and his bride Sat in the shade of Eden’s wall— But on the outer side. She, blushing in her fig-leaf suit

Hands off! thou tithe-fat plundere… No trick of priestcraft here! Back, puny lordling! darest thou l… A hand on Elliott’s bier? Alive, your rank and pomp, as dust…

My heart was heavy, for its trust… Abused, its kindness answered with… So, turning gloomily from my fello… One summer Sabbath day I strolled… The green mounds of the village bu…

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.

The new world honors him whose lof… For England’s freedom made her ow… Whose song, immortal as its theme,… Their common freehold while both w…

Spare me, dread angel of reproof, And let the sunshine weave to-day Its gold-threads in the warp and w… Of life so poor and gray. Spare me awhile; the flesh is weak…

Still linger in our noon of time And on our Saxon tongue The echoes of the home-born hymns The Aryan mothers sung. And childhood had its litanies

THE day’s sharp strife is ended n… Our work is done, God knoweth how… As on the thronged, unrestful town The patience of the moon looks dow… I wait to hear, beside the wire,

Make, for he loved thee well, our… From wave and shore a low and long… For him, whose last look sought th… The unknown way from which no step… And ye, O ancient pine-trees, at…

Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day, While kneeling at the altar’s foot… Alone with God, as was his pious… Heard from without a miserable voi… A sound which seemed of all sad th…

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

Talk not of sad November, when a… Of warm, glad sunshine fills the s… And a wind, borrowed from some mor… Stirs the brown grasses and the le… On the unfrosted pool the pillared…

The circle is broken, one seat is… One bud from the tree of our frien… One heart from among us no longer… With joy in our gladness, or grief… Weep! lonely and lowly are slumber…