From the well-springs of Hudson,… Grave men, sober matrons, you gath… And, with hearts warmer grown as y… Play over the old game of going to… All your strifes and vexations, yo…

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…

As Islam’s Prophet, when his last… Nigh to its close, besought all me… Whom he had wronged, to whom he th… A debt forgotten, or for pardon su… And, through the silence of his we…

HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o’… Through cane-brake and forest,—the… The lords of our land to this hunt… As the fox-hunter follows the soun… Hark! the cheer and the hallo! the…

Dark the halls, and cold the feast… Gone the bridemaids, gone the prie… All is over, all is done, Twain of yesterday are one! Blooming girl and manhood gray,

Sad Mayflower! watched by winter… And nursed by winter gales, With petals of the sleeted spars, And leaves of frozen sails! What had she in those dreary hours…

Not vainly did old poets tell, Nor vainly did old genius paint God’s great and crowning miracle, The hero and the saint! For even in a faithless day

STILL in thy streets, O Paris!… Of blood defy the cleansing autumn… Still breaks the smoke Messina’s… And Naples mourns that new Bartho… When squalid beggary, for a dole o…

The beaver cut his timber With patient teeth that day, The minks were fish-wards, and the… Surveyors of highway,- When Keezar sat on the hillside

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…

Out and in the river is winding The links of its long, red chain, Through belts of dusky pine-land And gusty leagues of plain. Only, at times, a smoke-wreath

FOR DOROTHEA L. DIX. Stranger and traveller, Drink freely and bestow A kindly thought on her Who bade this fountain flow,

GREYSTONE, AUG. 4, 1886. Once more, O all-adjusting Death! The nation’s Pantheon opens wide; Once more a common sorrow saith A strong, wise man has died.

A TALE for Roman guides to tell To careless, sight-worn travellers… Who pause beside the narrow cell Of Gregory on the Caelian Hill. One day before the monk’s door cam…

NIGHT on the city of the Moor! On mosque and tomb, and white-wall… On sea-waves, to whose ceaseless k… The narrow harbor gates unlock, On corsair’s galley, carack tall,