To-day the plant by Williams set Its summer bloom discloses; The wilding sweethrier of his pray… Is crowned with cultured roses. Once more the Island State repeat…

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

‘And where now, Bayard, will thy… My sister asked our guest one wint… Smiling he answered in the Friend… Common to both: ‘Wherever thou sh… What wouldst thou have me see for…

He comes,– he comes,– the Frost S… You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods and the blasted… And the brown hill’s withered brow… He has smitten the leaves of the g…

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…

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…

From the Mahabharata. Heed how thou livest. Do no act b… Which from the night shall drive t… In months of sun so live that mont… Shall still be happy. Evermore re…

Prelude I sing the Pilgrim of a softer cl… And milder speech than those brave… To the ice and iron of our winter… A will as firm, a creed as stern,…

Oh, praise an’ tanks! De Lord he… To set de people free; An’ massa tink it day ob doom, An’ we ob jubilee. De Lord dat heap de Red Sea wave…

The clouds, which rise with thunde… Our thirsty souls with rain; The blow most dreaded falls to bre… From off our limbs a chain; And wrongs of man to man but make

Men said at vespers: ‘All is well… In one wild night the city fell; Fell shrines of prayer and marts o… Before the fiery hurricane. On threescore spires had sunset sh…

Of all the rides since the birth o… Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius’ Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar’s horse of b… Witch astride of a human back,

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…

The Eagle, stooping from yon snow… For the wild hunter and the Bison… In the changed world below; and fi… Their graven semblance in the eter…

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