THROUGH heat and cold, and show… Still onward cheerly driving! There’s life alone in duty done, And rest alone in striving. But see! the day is closing cool,

‘Let there be light!’ God spake o… And over chaos dark and cold, And through the dead and formless… Of nature, life and order came. Faint was the light at first that…

FRANCONIA FROM THE P… Once more, O Mountains of the No… Your brows, and lay your cloudy ma… And once more, ere the eyes that s… Uplift against the blue walls of t…

No aimless wanderers, by the fiend… Goaded from shore to shore; No schoolmen, turning, in their cl… The leaves of empire o’er. Simple of faith, and bearing in th…

WELCOME home again, brave seama… And the old heroic spirit of our e… With that front of calm endurance,… Pressed the iron of the prison, sm… Is the tyrant’s brand upon thee?…

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,

GREYSTONE, AUG. 4, 1886. Once more, O all-adjusting Death! The nation’s Pantheon opens wide; Once more a common sorrow saith A strong, wise man has died.

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,

How strange to greet, this frosty… In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, bor… Of sunshine and of showers! How well the conscious wood retain…

FOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL… Once more on yonder laurelled heig… The summer flowers have budded; Once more with summer’s golden lig… The vales of home are flooded;

The goodman sat beside his door One sultry afternoon, With his young wife singing at his… An old and goodly tune. A glimmer of heat was in the air,-

The Brownie sits in the Scotchman… And eats his meat and drinks his a… And beats the maid with her unused… And the lazy lout with his idle fl… But he sweeps the floor and thresh…

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead… That all of thee we loved and cher… Has with thy summer roses perished… And left, as its young beauty fled… An ashen memory in its stead,

In the old days (a custom laid asi… With breeches and cocked hats) the… Their wisest men to make the publi… And so, from a brown homestead, wh… Drinks the small tribute of the M…

HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o’… Through cane-brake and forest,—the… The lords of our land to this hunt… As the fox-hunter follows the soun… Hark! the cheer and the hallo! the…