Still his little grave she seeketh In her mother-sorrow wild, Hush! While in her heart she spea… To the spirit of her child: “Were we not to one another

I LOVE him so, That though his face I ne’er migh… In the assurance that he so loved… This heart of mine would glow With pulses sweeter than the sweet…

WHEN Deborah the prophetess rule… And Sisera died under Jael’s fier… His mother looked forth at the clo… When the roar of the war died in s… And she cried, “Still his charrio…

LIKE HIM who great reports of t… Because his own is a most barren f… Is he who man’s divinity suspects, Because his own soul doth so littl… Better is one who through himself…

A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promi… Settled down near my Station, to… And to sell to, my men too! from w… Until then, I had screw’d just wh… And for this, to be sure, I so ha…

My soul is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all to hear through fortune’s… One promissory word. A sound as simple as the low

How beautiful that earliest burst… Which floodeth from the opening ey… When like a fairy palace dew-bedig… Bough storying over bough upspread… And sweet the melodies which tow’r…

How beautiful doth the morning ris… O’er the hills, as from her bower… Comes brightened-blushing with the… Of love that now consummated suppl… All her full heart can wish, and t…

THE PAST is flowing through my… Flowing like a sea; With all its billows dancing brigh… Over what?—an undermight Of darkling loss and destiny.

HIS lot how glorious whom the mus… Her first high-priest in this brig… Aglow with light from her aspiring… Catching the raptures of her Grec… Lifting these later days to height…

A settler in the olden times went… With four of his most bold and tru… Into the wilderness—went forth to… New streams and wider pastures for… Increasing flocks and herds. O’er…

DEEP trust in God—for that I st… Through all the grim doubts that b… When in the amazement of far-reach… We list the labourings that for ev… Like dubious thunders through thos…

PALER, paler, day by day, Waxeth wordless Eva Gray, Wasting through the heart away! How shall those who wish her well, Lift the shadow erst that fell

Thought-weary and sad, I reclined… At the head of a white-cedar-shade… And the breeze that fell over the… Sang a lullaby low as I gazed o’e… Long I’d reclined not till slumbe…

I SEE the boy-bard neath life’s… While hope’s bright cohorts guess… And ardour lightens from his earne… And faith’s cherubic wings around… Loudly the echo of his soul repeat…