O THOU, whose presence went befo… Our fathers in their weary way, As with Thy chosen moved of yore The fire by night, the cloud by da… When from each temple of the free,

O Friends! with whom my feet have… The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear. I trace your lines of argument;

NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon,… Dwelt, poor but blameless, where h… Stretches its shrunk arm out to al… And the relentless smiting of the… Awoke one morning from a pleasant…

Around Sebago’s lonely lake There lingers not a breeze to brea… The mirror which its waters make. The solemn pines along its shore, The firs which hang its gray rock…

‘The cross, if rightly borne, shal… No burden, but support to thee;’ So, moved of old time for our sake… The holy monk of Kempen spake. Thou brave and true one! upon whom

THE winding way the serpent takes The mystic water took, From where, to count its beaded la… The forest sped its brook. A narrow space 'twixt shore and sh…

The subtle power in perfume found Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learne… On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound No censer idly burned. That power the old-time worships k…

From the well-springs of Hudson,… Grave men, sober matrons, you gath… And, with hearts warmer grown as y… Play over the old game of going to… All your strifes and vexations, yo…

Still sits the school-house by the… A ragged beggar sleeping; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry-vines are creeping. Within, the master’s desk is seen,

FRIENDof the Slave, and yet the… Lover of peace, yet ever foremost… The need of battling Freedom call… To plant the banner on the outer w… Gentle and kindly, ever at distres…

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?…

‘To the winds give our banner! Bear homeward again!’ Cried the Lord of Acadia, Cried Charles of Estienne; From the prow of his shallop

All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain, Like shadows on the winter sky, Like frost upon the pane; But now my torpid fancy wakes,

WITH COPIES OF THE A… Friend of mine! whose lot was cast With me in the distant past; Where, like shadows flitting fast, Fact and fancy, thought and theme,

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…