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…

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 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…

Where ceaseless Spring her garlan… As sweetly shall the loved one res… As if beneath the whispering pines And maple shadows of the West. Ye mourn, O hearts of home! for h…

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

ALL night above their rocky bed They saw the stars march slow; The wild Sierra overhead, The desert’s death below. The Indian from his lodge of bark…

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…

Its windows flashing to the sky, Beneath a thousand roofs of brown, Far down the vale, my friend and… Beheld the old and quiet town; The ghostly sails that out at sea

VOICE of a people suffering long… The pathos of their mournful song, The sorrow of their night of wrong… Their cry like that which Israel… A prayer for one to guide and save…

NOW, joy and thanks forevermore! The dreary night has wellnigh pass… The slumbers of the North are o’e… The Giant stands erect at last! More than we hoped in that dark ti…

Last night, just as the tints of a… Of sunset faded from our hills and… I sat, vague listening, lapped in… To the leaf’s rustle, and the cric… Then, like that basket, flush with…

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…

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?…

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

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…