From Institutes of Manu. The soul itself its awful witness… Say not in evil doing, ‘No one se… And so offend the conscious One w… Whose ear can hear the silences of…

TO WILLIAM BRADFORD. As they who watch by sick-beds fin… Unwittingly from the great stress… And anxious care, in fantasies out… From the hearth’s embers flickerin…

Unnoted as the setting of a star He passed; and sect and party scar… When from their midst a sage and s… To fitter audience, where the grea… In God’s republic of the heart an…

We live by Faith; but Faith is no… Of text and legend. Reason’s voic… Nature’s and Duty’s, never are at… What asks our Father of His child… Justice and mercy and humility,

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 rocks…

FROM these wild rocks I look to-… O’er leagues of dancing waves, and… The far, low coast-line stretch aw… To where our river meets the sea. The light wind blowing off the lan…

LIFT again the stately emblem on… Give to Northern winds the Pine-… Sons of men who sat in council wit… Answering England’s royal missive… Rise again for home and freedom! s…

On the isle of Penikese, Ringed about by sapphire seas, Fanned by breezes salt and cool, Stood the Master with his school. Over sails that not in vain

No bird-song floated down the hill… The tangled bank below was still; No rustle from the birchen stem, No ripple from the water’s hem. The dusk of twilight round us grew…

A picture memory brings to me I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again

The beaver cut his timber With patient teeth that day, The minks were fish-wards, and the… Surveyors of highway,- When Keezar sat on the hillside

Light, warmth, and sprouting green… Blue, stainless, steel-bright ethe… Tranquillity upon the deep-hushed… The freshening meadows, and the hi… Voice of the west-wind from the hi…

In my dream, methought I trod, Yesternight, a mountain road; Narrow as Al Sirat’s span, High as eagle’s flight, it ran. Overhead, a roof of cloud

Blest land of Judea! thrice hallo… Where the holiest of memories pilg… In the shade of thy palms, by the… On the hills of thy beauty, my hea… With the eye of a spirit I look o…

O Norah, lay your basket down, And rest your weary hand, And come and hear me sing a song Of our old Ireland. There was a lord of Galaway,