O Dearly loved! And worthy of our love! No more Thy aged form shall rise before The bushed and waiting worshiper, In meek obedience utterance giving

Thou dwellest not, O Lord of all In temples which thy children rais… Our work to thine is mean and smal… And brief to thy eternal days. Forgive the weakness and the pride…

JUST God! and these are they Who minister at thine altar, God… Men who their hands with prayer an… On Israel’s Ark of light! What! preach, and kidnap men?

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,…

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

SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath-b… Ceased quivering in the steeple, Scarce had the parson to his desk Walked stately through his people, When down the summer-shaded street

I write my name as one, On sands by waves o’errun Or winter’s frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion’s blankness claims

The fourteen centuries fall away Between us and the Afric saint, And at his side we urge, to-day, The immemorial quest and old compl… No outward sign to us is given,—

Take our hands, James Russell Lo… Our hearts are all thy own; To-day we bid thee welcome Not for ourselves alone. In the long years of thy absence

WITH a cold and wintry noon-ligh… On its roofs and steeples shed, Shadows weaving with t e sunlight From the gray sky overhead, Broadly, vaguely, all around me, l…

O painter of the fruits and flower… We own wise design, Where these human hands of ours May share work of Thine! Apart from Thee we plant in vain

For ages on our river borders, These tassels in their tawny bloom… And willowy studs of downy silver, Have prophesied of Spring to come… For ages have the unbound waters

THROUGH heat and cold, and show… Still onward cheerly driving! There’s life alone in duty done, And rest alone in striving. But see! the day is closing cool,

LONGFELLOW. WITH a glory of winter sunshine Over his locks of gray, In the old historic mansion He sat on his last birthday;

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;