’TIS the early summer season, whe… When wide warm fields are glad wit… And upland growths of wattles engo… Oh! Is there conscious joyance in… And is it a felt happiness that th…

I hear thee, echo! And I start to… With a strange shock, as from amon… Thy voice, reverbering in swift mu… Dies down the stream, or with its… Blends whisperingly, until my boso…

I verse a Settler’s tale of olden… One told me by our sage friend, E… Who then went forth, meetly equipt… Of his most trusty and adventrous… Into the wilderness - went forth t…

HER IMAGE haunts me. Lo! I mu… And straight it gathers from the g… My soul its mirror, which (as some… Impictures the cerulean smiles of… Through the hushed night retains i…

With what content the Forest bowe… And streams of coolness warbling,… Crawls scorchingly, at Noon, o’er… And browning herbs in the unshelte… But sweeter far the gradual degree…

A Rabbinical Legend Part I. From morn until the setting of the… The rabbi Joseph on his knees had… And, as he rose with spirit meek a…

DARK is her cheek, but her blood… Comes through its dusk with a suns… While joy, like a prairie-bee, sla… At the red honey-cup of her smilin… And her wild eyes glow, like meteo…

A LONELY boy, far venturing fro… Out on the half-wild herd’s faint… ’Mid rock-browned mountains, which… Glare into haggard chasms deep ado… A rude and craggy world, the prosp…

How long shall Splendid Guilt man… See Conqueror after Conqueror fur… Across the Past! ambitious each t… Time’s most unrighteous Victory,… Unequalled Sway, and make their A…

For Outward Show we barter Compe… Family Comfort, Credit, Friendsh… And even Love’s own dreamy Eden,… The beantifullest Flowers of Life… To breathe a soul-sweet incense to…

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…

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…

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

My soul; is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all because, through fortune’€… I hear one little word. I feel as if all life and might

My country! I am sore at heart fo… An in mine ear, like a storm-heral… A voice against thee gathers warni… Lo, in what hands seem now thy des… Hands grasping all, through party…