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

I would not sin, in this half-play… Too light perhaps for serious year… Of the enforced leisure of slow pa… Against the pure ideal which has d… My feet to follow its far-shining…

ON RECEIVING A SPRIG… No more these simple flowers belon… To Scottish maid and lover; Sown in the common soil of song, They bloom the wide world over.

LOOK on him! through his dungeon… Feebly and cold, the morning light Comes stealing round him, dim and… As if it loathed the sight. Reclining on his strawy bed,

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,

Behind us at our evening meal The gray bird ate his fill, Swung downward by a single claw, And wiped his hooked bill. He shook his wings and crimson tai…

THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS. WE cross the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the Eas… The homestead of the free!

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

A FEW brief years have passed aw… Since Britain drove her million s… Beneath the tropic’s fiery ray: God willed their freedom; and to-d… Life blooms above those island gra…

IN the old Hebrew myth the lion’s… So terrible alive, Bleached by the desert’s sun and w… The wandering wild bees’ hive; And he who, lone and naked-handed,…

TO E. W. I KNOW not, Time and Space so i… Whether, still waiting with a trus… Thou bearest up thy fourscore year… Or, called at last, art now Heave…

Traveller! on thy journey toiling By the swift Powow, With the summer sunshine falling On thy heated brow, Listen, while all else is still,

On these green banks, where falls… The shade of Autumn’s afternoon, The south wind blowing soft and sw… The water gliding at nay feet, The distant northern range uplit

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.

The tree of Faith its bare, dry b… That nearer heaven the living ones… The false must fail, though from o… The old lament be heard, ‘Great P… That wail is Error’s, from his hi…