(Killed at Surrey C. H., October… . . . . . Dear friend, forgive a wild lament Insanely following thy flight. I would not cumber thine ascent

By the Eldest Grandson. A rainbow span of fifty years, Painted upon a cloud of tears, In blue for hopes and red for fear… Finds end in a golden hour to-day.

O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness… And make thee harrow all my spirit… Of old the blind bard Herve sang… He made a wolf to plow his land.

Thou God, whose high, eternal Lov… Is the only blue sky of our life, Clear all the Heaven that bends a… The life-road of this man and wife… May these two lives be but one not…

The robin laughed in the orange-tr… “Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings ar… And green trees wave us globes of… Time’s scythe shall reap but bliss…

In o’er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music’s bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed th… Then bloomed the perfect rose of t… O Psalmist of the weak, the stron…

What time I paced, at pleasant mo… A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian’s lustiho… Far down a heavenly hollow.

It was three slim does and a ten-t… And all of a sudden the sinister s… Awaft on a wind-shift, wavered and… Down the hill-side and sifted alon… Then Nan got a-tremble at nostril…

In my sleep I was fain of their f… Of the live-oak, the marsh, and th… The little green leaves would not… Up-breathed from the marshes, a me… Interwoven with waftures of wild s…

or, The First Steamboat up the A… You, Dinah! Come and set me whar… De Lord, HE made dese black-jack… Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on… It 'pear to me dis mornin’ I kin…

Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…

By Sidney and Clifford Lanier. O wish that’s vainer than the plas… Of these wave-whimsies on the shor… “Give us a pearl to fill the gash— God, let our dead friend live once…

Young palmer sun, that to these sh… Pourest thy pilgrim’s tale, discou… Thy silver passages of sacred land… With news of Sepulchre and Doloro… Canst thou be he that, yester-suns…

The Day was dying; his breath Wavered away in a hectic gleam; And I said, if Life’s a dream, an… And Love and all are dreams—I’ll… A mist came over the bay

‘I saw a sky of stars that rolled… All glory twinkled through some sw… From each tall chimney of the roar… That shot his fire far up the soot… Mixt fuels—Labor’s Right and Lab…