Thy love thou sendest oft to me, And still as oft I thrust it back… Thy messengers I could not see In those who everything did lack, The poor, the outcast and the blac…

A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim’s scrip for me, For Christ’s sweet sake and chari… A little of thy steadfastness,

I would more natures were like thi… That never casts a glance before, Thou Hebe, who thy heart’s bright… So lavishly to all dost pour, That we who drink forget to pine,

Worn and footsore was the Prophet… When he gained the holy hill; ‘God has left the earth,’ he murmu… ‘Here his presence lingers still. ’God of all the olden prophets,

My coachman, in the moonlight ther… Looks through the sidelight of the… I hear him with his brethren swear… As I could do—but only more. Flattening his nose against the pa…

Ay, pale and silent maiden, Cold as thou liest there, Thine was the sunniest nature That ever drew the air; The wildest and most wayward,

Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape’s bewildering j… We worship, unforbid of thee; And as her incense floats and curl… In airy spires and wayward whirls,

When a deed is done for Freedom,… Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, tr… And the slave, where’er he cowers,… To the awful verge of manhood, as… Of the century bursts full-blossom…

May is a pious fraud of the almana… A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed wi… Or if, o’er-confident, she trust t… And, with her handful of anemones,

I sent you a messige, my friens, t… To tell you I’d nothin’ pertickle… ‘twuz the day our new nation gut k… So 'twuz my pleasant dooty t’ ackn… An’ I see clearly then, ef I didn…

Sleep is Death’s image,-poets tel… But Absence is the bitter self of… And, you away, Life’s lips their… Parched in an air unfreshened by y… Light of those eyes that made the…

My heart, I cannot still it, Nest that had song-birds in it; And when the last shall go, The dreary days to fill it, Instead of lark or linnet,

Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe, One Sundy mornin’ 'greed to go Agunnin’ soon 'z the bells wuz don… And meetin’ finally begun, So’st no one wouldn’t be about

Such was he, our Martyr-Chief, Whom late the Nation he had led, With ashes on her head, Wept with the passion of an angry… Forgive me, if from present things…

Dear common flower, that grow’st b… Fringing the dusty road with harml… First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of… High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed…