As through the forest, disarrayed By chill November, late I strayed… A lonely minstrel of the wood Was singing to the solitude I loved thy music, thus I said,

I THANK you, MR. PRESIDENT… Virtue should always be the first,… (A vice is something with a screw… Till some old file has played away… Sweet brothers by the Mother’s si…

CITY OF BOSTON, JUNE 1, 18… CHORAL: 'LUTHER’S JUDG… O THOU of soul and sense and bre… The ever-present Giver, Unto thy mighty Angel, Death,

I’M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then… That gale I well remember; The day before, my kite-string sna…

THIS is the ship of pearl, which… Sails the unshadowed main,— The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpl… In gulfs enchanted, where the Sir…

HE was all sunshine; in his face The very soul of sweetness shone; Fairest and gentlest of his race; None like him we can call our own. Something there was of one that di…

WHEN Eve had led her lord away, And Cain had killed his brother, The stars and flowers, the poets s… Agreed with one another. To cheat the cunning tempter’s art…

I LIKE, at times, to hear the st… With sober thoughts impressively t… But sometimes, too, I rather like… To hear the music of the sleigh be… I like full well the deep resoundi…

LET greener lands and bluer skies… If such the wide earth shows, With fairer cheeks and brighter ey… Match us the star and rose; The winds that lift the Georgian’…

W. W. SWAIN BEHOLD—not him we knew! This was the prison which his soul… Tender, and brave, and true. His voice no more is heard;

JANUARY 18, 1856 WHEN life hath run its largest r… Of toil and triumph, joy and woe, How brief a storied page is found To compass all its outward show!

IT may be, yes, it must be, Time… An end to mortal things, That sends the beggar Winter in t… Of Autumn’s burdened wain,— Time, that is heir of all our eart…

THIS is your month, the month of… Birds in full song and blossoms al… Nature herself your earliest welco… Spreads every leaflet, every bower… Carpets her paths for your returni…

'DUNDEE’ FATHER of Mercies, Heavenly Fr… We seek thy gracious throne; To Thee our faltering prayers asc… Our fainting hearts are known.

Not premeditated THE clock has struck noon; ere it… We shall meet round the table that… And I shall blush deeper with sha… That I came to the banquet and br…