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

I SAID I stood upon thy grave, My Mother State, when last the mo… Of blossoms clomb the skies of Ju… And, scattering ashes on my head, I wore, undreaming of relief,

Over the threshold of his pleasant… Set in green clearings passed the… In simple trust, misdoubting not t… ‘Dear heart of mine!’ he said, ‘th… To trust the Lord for shelter.’ O…

WHERE are we going? where are we… Where are we going, Rubee? Lord of peoples, lord of lands, Look across these shining sands, Through the furnace of the noon,

WELL speed thy mission, bold Ico… Yet all unworthy of its trust thou… If, with dry eye, and cold, unlovi… Thou tread’st the solemn Pantheon… By the great Future’s dazzling ho…

THE Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe… Of the world heavy upon him, enter… The Holy of Holies, saw an awful… With terrible splendor filling all… ‘O Ishmael Ben Elisha!’ said a v…

Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growin… The solemn vista to the tomb Must know henceforth another shado… And give another cypress room. In love surpassing that of brother…

How has New England’s romance fle… Even as a vision of the morning! Its rites foredone, its guardians… Its priestesses, bereft of dread, Waking the veriest urchin’s scorni…

THE proudest now is but my peer, The highest not more high; To-day, of all the weary year, A king of men am I. To-day, alike are great and small,

Not always as the whirlwind’s rush On Horeb’s mount of fear, Not always as the burning bush To Midian’s shepherd seer, Nor as the awful voice which came

THANK God for the token! one li… One spirit untrammelled, unbending… Like the oak of the mountain, deep… Erect, when the multitude bends to… When traitors to Freedom, and Hon…

The fourteen centuries fall away Between us and the Afric saint, And at his side we urge, to-day, The immemorial quest and old compl… No outward sign to us is given,—

Long since, a dream of heaven I h… And still the vision haunts me oft… I see the saints in white robes cl… The martyrs with their palms aloft… But hearing still, in middle song,

UP, laggards of Freedom!—our free… To the blaze of the sun and the wi… Will ye turn from a struggle so br… From a foe that is breaking, a fie… Whoso loves not his kind, and who…

They left their home of summer eas… Beneath the lowland’s sheltering t… To seek, by ways unknown to all, The promise of the waterfall. Some vague, faint rumor to the val…