O dwellers in the stately towns, What come ye out to see? This common earth, this common sky… This water flowing free? As gayly as these kalmia flowers

When on my day of life the night i… And, in the winds from unsunned sp… I hear far voices out of darkness… My feet to paths unknown, Thou who hast made my home of life…

A tender child of summers three, Seeking her little bed at night, Paused on the dark stair timidly. ‘Oh, mother! Take my hand,’ said… ‘And then the dark will all be lig…

THE pleasant isle of Rügen looks… To the silver-sanded beaches of th… And in the town of Rambin a littl… Plucked the meadow-flowers togethe… Alike were they in beauty if not i…

BEAR him, comrades, to his grave… Never over one more brave Shall the prairie grasses weep, In the ages yet to come, When the millions in our room,

The roll of drums and the bugle’s… Vex the air of our vales-no more; The spear is beaten to hooks of pr… The share is the sword the soldier… Sing soft, sing low, our lowland r…

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.

Blest land of Judea! thrice hallo… Where the holiest of memories pilg… In the shade of thy palms, by the… On the hills of thy beauty, my hea… With the eye of a spirit I look o…

LONGFELLOW. WITH a glory of winter sunshine Over his locks of gray, In the old historic mansion He sat on his last birthday;

AS they who, tossing midst the st… While turning shoreward, where a b… Meet the walled blackness of the h… So, on the turbulent waves of part… In gloom and tempest, men have see…

IN Westminster’s royal halls, Robed in their pontificals, England’s ancient prelates stood For the people’s right and good. Closed around the waiting crowd,

A gold fringe on the purpling hem Of hills the river runs, As down its long, green valley fal… The last of summer’s suns. Along its tawny gravel-bed

A STRONG and mighty Angel, Calm, terrible, and bright, The cross in blended red and blue Upon his mantle white! Two captives by him kneeling,

Gallery of sacred pictures manifol… A minster rich in holy effigies, And bearing on entablature and fri… The hieroglyphic oracles of old. Along its transept aureoled martyr…

Addressed to Francis Greenleaf A… You scarcely need my tardy thanks, Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend… A green leaf on your own Green Ba… The memory of your friend.