Addressed to Francis Greenleaf A… You scarcely need my tardy thanks, Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend… A green leaf on your own Green Ba… The memory of your friend.

THE SUNLIGHT glitters keen an… Where, miles away, Lies stretching to my dazzled sigh… A luminous belt, a misty light, Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wa…

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 pleasant isle of Rügen looks… To the silver-sanded beaches of th… And in the town of Rambin a littl… Plucked the meadow-flowers togethe… Alike were they in beauty if not i…

We saw the slow tides go and come, The curving surf-lines lightly dra… The gray rocks touched with tender… Beneath the fresh-blown rose of da… We saw in richer sunsets lost

Of A Virginia Slave Mother T… Gone, gone,—sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swi… Where the noisome insect stings

A track of moonlight on a quiet la… Whose small waves on a silver-sand… Whisper of peace, and with the low… Such harmonies as keep the woods a… And listening all night long for t…

A score of years had come and gone Since the Pilgrims landed on Plym… When Captain Underhill, bearing s… From Indian ambush and Flemish wa… Left three-hilled Boston and wand…

How sweetly on the wood-girt town The mellow light of sunset shone! Each small, bright lake, whose wat… Mirror the forest and the hill, Reflected from its waveless breast

A HARVEST IDYL. PROEM. I CALL the old time back: I bri… in tender memory of the summer day When, where our native river lapse…

Not on Penobscot’s wooded bank th… Of the sought City rose, nor yet… The winding Charles, nor where th… Of Naumkeag’s haven rises and ret… The vision tarried; but somewhere…

O dearest bloom the seasons know, Flowers of the Resurrection blow, Our hope and faith restore; And through the bitterness of deat… And loss and sorrow, breathe a bre…

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?…

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,…

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…