O Friends! with whom my feet have… The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear. I trace your lines of argument;

THE winding way the serpent takes The mystic water took, From where, to count its beaded la… The forest sped its brook. A narrow space 'twixt shore and sh…

As Adam did in Paradise, To-day the primal right we claim Fair mirror of the woods and skies… We give to thee a name. Lake of the pickerel!—let no more

ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain, Woke in the night to the sound of… The rush of wind, the ramp and roa… Of great waves climbing a rocky sh… Annie rose up in her bed-gown whit…

OUR fellow-countrymen in chains! Slaves, in a land of light and law… Slaves, crouching on the very plai… Where rolled the storm of Freedom… A groan from Eutaw’s haunted wood…

ONCE, more, dear friends, you me… A clouded sky: Not yet the sword has found its sh… And on the sweet spring airs the b… Of war floats by.

'Neath skies that winter never kne… The air was full of light and balm… And warm and soft the Gulf wind b… Through orange bloom and groves of… A stranger from the frozen North,

My heart was heavy, for its trust… Abused, its kindness answered with… So, turning gloomily from my fello… One summer Sabbath day I strolled… The green mounds of the village bu…

O painter of the fruits and flower… We own wise design, Where these human hands of ours May share work of Thine! Apart from Thee we plant in vain

Piero Luca, known of all the town As the gray porter by the Pitti w… Where the noon shadows of the gard… Sick and in dolor, waited to lay d… His last sad burden, and beside hi…

WITH clearer light, Cross of th… In blue Brazilian skies; And thou, O river, cleaving half… From sunset to sunrise, From the great mountains to the A…

The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The aster-flower is failing,

Sad Mayflower! watched by winter… And nursed by winter gales, With petals of the sleeted spars, And leaves of frozen sails! What had she in those dreary hours…

HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o’… Through cane-brake and forest,—the… The lords of our land to this hunt… As the fox-hunter follows the soun… Hark! the cheer and the hallo! the…