Weary of jangling noises never sti… The skeptic’s sneer, the bigot’s h… Of clashing texts, the webs of cre… Round simple truth, the children g… With gilded cards their new Jerus…

THROUGH the streets of Marbleh… Fast the red-winged terror sped; Blasting, withering, on it came, With its hundred tongues of flame, Where St. Michael’s on its way

Behind us at our evening meal The gray bird ate his fill, Swung downward by a single claw, And wiped his hooked bill. He shook his wings and crimson tai…

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening s…

THE tossing spray of Cocheco’s f… Hardened to ice on its rocky wall, As through Dover town in the chil… Three women passed, at the cart-ta… Bared to the waist, for the north…

So fallen! so lost! the light with… Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore! Revile him not, the Tempter hath

HARRIET BEECHER STOWE’S… THE tall, sallow guardsmen their… Flaming out in their violet, yello… And behind go the lackeys in crims… And the chamberlains gorgeous in v…

With wisdom far beyond her years, And graver than her wondering peer… So strong, so mild, combining stil… The tender heart and queenly will, To conscience and to duty true,

AS they who, tossing midst the st… While turning shoreward, where a b… Meet the walled blackness of the h… So, on the turbulent waves of part… In gloom and tempest, men have see…

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 firmament breaks up. In black… Light after light goes out. One e… Luridly glaring through the smoke… As in the dream of the Apocalypse… Drags others down. Let us not wea…

The flags of war like storm birds… The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below. And, calm and patient, Nature kee…

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…

To kneel before some saintly shrin… To breathe the health of airs divi… Or bathe where sacred rivers flow, The cowled and turbaned pilgrims g… I too, a palmer, take, as they

Years since (but names to me befor… Two sisters sought at eve my door; Two song-birds wandering from thei… A gray old farm-house in the West… How fresh of life the younger one,