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…

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,

Our vales are sweet with fern and… Our hills are maple-crowned; But not from them our fathers chos… The village burying-ground. The dreariest spot in all the land

Beside that milestone where the le… Nigh unto setting, sheds his last,… On word and work irrevocably done, Life’s blending threads of good an… I hear, O friends! your words of…

O storied vale of Merrimac Rejoice through all thy shade and… And from his century’s sleep call… A brave and honored son of thine. Unveil his effigy between

“ALL ready?” cried the captain; “Ay, ay!” the seamen said; “Heave up the worthless lubbers,— The dying and the dead.” Up from the slave-ship’s prison

Father! to Thy suffering poor Strength and grace and faith impar… And with Thy own love restore Comfort to the broken heart! Oh, the failing ones confirm

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

The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The aster-flower is failing,

O’er the bare woods, whose outstre… Plead with the leaden heavens in v… I see, beyond the valley lands, The sea’s long level dim with rain… Around me all things, stark and du…

IN Westminster’s royal halls, Robed in their pontificals, England’s ancient prelates stood For the people’s right and good. Closed around the waiting crowd,

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…

‘The cross, if rightly borne, shal… No burden, but support to thee;’ So, moved of old time for our sake… The holy monk of Kempen spake. Thou brave and true one! upon whom

‘BRING out your dead!’ The midn… Heard and gave back the hoarse, lo… Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet… Glanced through the dark the coars… Her coffin and her pall.

I have not felt, o’er seas of sand… The rocking of the desert bark; Nor laved at Hebron’s fount my ha… By Hebron’s palm-trees cool and d… Nor pitched my tent at even-fall,