Low in the east, against a white,… The black-lined silhouette of the… And on a wintry waste Of frosted streams and hillsides b… Through thin cloud-films, a pallid…

I mourn no more my vanished years Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears… My heart is young again. The west-winds blow, and, singing…

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

Yes, pile the marble o’er him! It… That ye who mocked him in his long… And planted in the pathway of his… The ploughshares of your hatred ho… Who clamored down the bold reforme…

'T is the noon of the spring-time,… In the wind-shaken elm or the mapl… For green meadow-grasses wide leve… And blowing of drifts where the cr… Where wind-flower and violet, ambe…

A tender child of summers three, Seeking her little bed at night, Paused on the dark stair timidly. ‘Oh, mother! Take my hand,’ said… ‘And then the dark will all be lig…

As Islam’s Prophet, when his last… Nigh to its close, besought all me… Whom he had wronged, to whom he th… A debt forgotten, or for pardon su… And, through the silence of his we…

The Persian’s flowery gifts, the… Of fruitful Ceres, charm no more; The woven wreaths of oak and pine Are dust along the Isthmian shore… But beauty hath its homage still,

Take our hands, James Russell Lo… Our hearts are all thy own; To-day we bid thee welcome Not for ourselves alone. In the long years of thy absence

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…

The name the Gallic exile bore, St. Malo! from thy ancient mart, Became upon our Western shore Greenleaf for Feuillevert. A name to hear in soft accord

JUST God! and these are they Who minister at thine altar, God… Men who their hands with prayer an… On Israel’s Ark of light! What! preach, and kidnap men?

Sunlight upon Judha’s hills! And on the waves of Galilee; On Jordan’s stream, and on the ri… That feed the dead and sleeping se… Most freshly from the green wood s…

Traveller! on thy journey toiling By the swift Powow, With the summer sunshine falling On thy heated brow, Listen, while all else is still,

I shall not soon forget that sight The glow of Autumn’s westering da… A hazy warmth, a dreamy light, On Raphael’s picture lay. It was a simple print I saw,