MEN of the North-land! where’s t… Of the true-hearted and the unshac… Sons of old freemen, do we but inh… Their names alone? Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenche…

One morning of the first sad Fall… Poor Adam and his bride Sat in the shade of Eden’s wall— But on the outer side. She, blushing in her fig-leaf suit

Oh, none in all the world before Were ever glad as we! We’re free on Carolina’s shore, We’re all at home and free. Thou Friend and Helper of the poo…

Light, warmth, and sprouting green… Blue, stainless, steel-bright ethe… Tranquillity upon the deep-hushed… The freshening meadows, and the hi… Voice of the west-wind from the hi…

WITH COPIES OF THE A… Friend of mine! whose lot was cast With me in the distant past; Where, like shadows flitting fast, Fact and fancy, thought and theme,

A PIOUS magistrate! sound his p… The wondering churches. Who shall… That the long-wished millennium dr… Sin in high places has become devo… Tithes mint, goes painful-faced, a…

Tauler, the preacher, walked, one… Without the walls of Strasburg, b… Pondering the solemn Miracle of L… As one who, wandering in a starles… Feels momently the jar of unseen w…

IT was late in mild October, and… Had left the summer harvest-fields… The first sharp frosts had fallen,… With the hues of summer’s rainbow,… Through a thin, dry mist, that mor…

THE SUMMER warmth has left the… The summer songs have died away; And, withered, in the footpaths li… The fallen leaves, but yesterday With ruby and with topaz gay.

A STRENGTH Thy service cannot… A faith which doubt can never dim, A heart of love, a lip of fire, O Freedom’s God! be Thou to him! Speak through him words of power a…

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.

Make, for he loved thee well, our… From wave and shore a low and long… For him, whose last look sought th… The unknown way from which no step… And ye, O ancient pine-trees, at…

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

So, this is all,—the utmost reach Of priestly power the mind to fett… When laymen think, when women prea… A war of words, a ‘Pastoral Lette… Now, shame upon ye, parish Popes!

'T is the noon of the spring-time,… In the wind-shaken elm or the mapl… For green meadow-grasses wide leve… And blowing of drifts where the cr… Where wind-flower and violet, ambe…