Where West Point crouches, and wi… Turns the whole river eastward thr… Whose jutting crags, half silver,… Like bossy bucklers of Leonidas; Where buttressed low against the s…

SERENE, indifferent of Fate, Thou sittest at the Western Gate; Upon thy height, so lately won, Still slant the banners of the sun… Thou seest the white seas strike t…

(RE-UNION, ARMY OF THE… Well, you see, the fact is, Colon… For the farm is not half planted,… And my leg is getting troublesome,… And the doctors, they have cut and…

AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR ‘I was with Grant’—the stranger s… Said the farmer, ‘Say no more, But rest thee here at my cottage p… For thy feet are weary and sore.’

We meet in peace, though from our… The sun that sparkles on our birth… Glanced as he rose on fields whose… With darker tints than those Auro… Though shorn his rays, his welcome…

(CEMETERY, SAN FRANCISCO… This is that hill of awe That Persian Sindbad saw,— The mount magnetic; And on its seaward face,

‘So she’s here, your unknown Dulc… And you really believe she would k… again?’ ‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘she woul… womankind yet

I’m sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the d… In a robe even YOU would admire,… It cost a cool thousand in France… I’m be-diamonded out of all reason…

(OPENING OF THE PACIF… What was it the Engines said, Pilots touching,—head to head Facing on the single track, Half a world behind each back?

Hark! I hear the tramp of thousan… And of armed men the hum; Lo! a nation’s hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum,— Saying, ‘Come,

This is the tale that the Chronic… Tells of the wonderful miracle Wrought by the pious Padre Serro, The very reverend Junipero. The heathen stood on his ancient m…

Not ours, where battle smoke upcur… And battle dews lie wet, To meet the charge that treason hu… By sword and bayonet. Not ours to guide the fatal scythe

DRAMATIS PERSONAE Poet. Philosopher. Jones of Mari… POET Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your… Just where you stand; then doff yo…

I reside at Table Mountain, and m… I am not up to small deceit or any… And I’ll tell in simple language… That broke up our Society upon th… But first I would remark, that it…

(ALKALI STATION) Cicely says you’re a poet; maybe,—… I reckon you’d give me a hundred,… Poetry!—that’s the way some chaps… But I takes mine ‘straight withou…