#AmericanWriters
Around Sebago’s lonely lake There lingers not a breeze to brea… The mirror which its waters make. The solemn pines along its shore, The firs which hang its gray rocks…
Oh, praise an’ tanks! De Lord he… To set de people free; An’ massa tink it day ob doom, An’ we ob jubilee. De Lord dat heap de Red Sea wave…
No bird-song floated down the hill… The tangled bank below was still; No rustle from the birchen stem, No ripple from the water’s hem. The dusk of twilight round us grew…
INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C… Fold her, O Father, in Thine arm… And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and Thee.
John Brown of Ossawatomie spake o… 'I will not have to shrive my soul… But let some poor slave-mother who… With her children, from the gallow… John Brown of Ossawatomie, they l…
He has done the work of a true man… Crown him, honor him, love him. Weep, over him, tears of woman, Stoop manliest brows above him! O dusky mothers and daughters,
FROM gold to gray Our mild sweet day Of Indian Summer fades too soon; But tenderly Above the sea
The elder folks shook hands at las… Down seat by seat the signal passe… To simple ways like ours unused, Half solemnized and half amused, With long-drawn breath and shrug,…
. GIFT from the cold and silent Pa… A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting and unstable sand,
A BLUSH as of roses Where rose never grew! Great drops on the bunch-grass, But not of the dew! A taint in the sweet air
A gold fringe on the purpling hem Of hills the river runs, As down its long, green valley fal… The last of summer’s suns. Along its tawny gravel-bed
THE land was pale with famine And racked with fever-pain; The frozen fiords were fishless, The earth withheld her grain. Men saw the boding Fylgja
THE storm and peril overpast, The hounding hatred shamed and sti… Go, soul of freedom! take at last The place which thou alone canst f… Confirm the lesson taught of old—
NOT unto us who did but seek The word that burned within to spe… Not unto us this day belong The triumph and exultant song. Upon us fell in early youth
