With alien hearts to frame our law… And cheat us as of old, In vain our soil is rich, in vain ’Tis seamed with virgin gold: But the present only yields us nou…

A MAN of sorrows and with grief… He bowed His beauteous head to th… Of Pilate’s hireling bands; And while beneath their cruel scou… Forgave them, yearning through Hi…

WITH silent step behold her stea… Over those envious clouds that hid Till now her face, then stand’€”a… Of silver on heaven’€™s mighty lid… So round me would I have her ligh…

If a large love of the whole human… With charity that hopeth a meet cu… For life’€™s worst evils, indicate… Of goodness, thine is such as will… And if pure prayers to stablish wh…

AWAY, away she plunges, With her white sails o’er her spre… Like the sheety clouds that gather On some great hill’s piny head. Still away she plunges rampant,

We build but for change and for de… To whom a like homage pay glory an… For something must pass to give be… All things are rounded by change,… Even the God-builded frame of the…

There’s a regret that from my boso… Wrings forth a dirgy sweetness, li… Of deathward love; that ever in my… Uttereth such tones as in some for… Seem gathered from the harmonies t…

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…

AWAY, away she plunges With her white sails o’er her spre… Like the summer clouds that gather On some hill’s piny head; Still away she plunges rampant

I SATE upon a lonely peak, A backwood river’s course to view, And watched the changing shadows f… Its liquid length of gleaming blue… Streaked by the crane slow gliding…

Far up the River-hark! 'tls the l… Deadened by distance, of some Fow… And as into the stillness of the s… It wastes now with a dull vibrator… Look where, fast widening up at ei…

SPIRIT, that lookest from the s… Of truth’s white flock, next to th… Accept my reverence though but fee… And oh! My heart from thy example… Henceforth its being for worthiest…

’TWAS night—and where a watery s… Came moaning up the Flat, Six rude and bearded stockmen roun… Their blazing hut-fire sat, And laughed as on some starting ho…

Flowers in their freshness are flu… And the voice-peopled forest is lo… And streams in their fulness are l… Yet my bosom is aching. There’€™s shadow on all things’€”t…

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…