Have I not voyaged, friend belove… On the great waters of the unsound… Momently listening with suspended… For the low rote of waves upon a s… Changeless as heaven, where never…

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,

A beautiful and happy girl, With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of… Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined and flowing hair;

I HAVE been thinking of the vict… In Naples, dying for the lack of… And sunshine, in their close, damp… Where hope is not, and innocence i… Appeals against the torture and th…

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,

Amidst these glorious works of Th… The solemn minarets of the pine, And awful Shasta’s icy shrine,— Where swell Thy hymns from wave a… And organ-thunders never fail,

Far away in the twilight time Of every people, in every clime, Dragons and griffins and monsters… Born of water, and air, and fire, Or nursed, like the Python, in th…

ACROSS the Stony Mountains, o’… The circles of our empire touch th… From slumberous Timpanogos, to Gi… Flowing down from Nuevo-Leon to… And from the mountains of the east…

IT chanced that while the pious t… Fought in the crusade Pio Nono pr… What time the holy Bourbons staye… (The Hur and Aaron meet for such… Stretched forth from Naples towar…

Of all the rides since the birth o… Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius’ Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar’s horse of b… Witch astride of a human back,

THE South-land boasts its teemin… The prairied West its heavy grain… And sunset’s radiant gates unfold On rising marts and sands of gold! Rough, bleak, and hard, our little…

Immortal Love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never-ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the name

In the minister’s morning sermon He had told of the primal fall, And how thenceforth the wrath of… Rested on each and all. And how of His will and pleasure,

ACROSS the frozen marshes The winds of autumn blow, And the fen-lands of the Wetter Are white with early snow. But where the low, gray headlands

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…