UNDER the great hill sloping bar… To cove and meadow and Common lot… In his council chamber and oaken c… Sat the worshipful Governor Endic… A grave, strong man, who knew no p…

THE age is dull and mean. Men cr… Not walk; with blood too pale and… To pay the debt they owe to shame; Buy cheap, sell dear; eat, drink,… Down-pillowed, deaf to moaning wan…

It is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel! How the great guns, peal on peal,

AT THE UNVEILING OF HI… Among their graven shapes to whom Thy civic wreaths belong, O city of his love, make room For one whose gift was song.

From the Mahabharata. Heed how thou livest. Do no act b… Which from the night shall drive t… In months of sun so live that mont… Shall still be happy. Evermore re…

From Institutes of Manu. The soul itself its awful witness… Say not in evil doing, ‘No one se… And so offend the conscious One w… Whose ear can hear the silences of…

She came and stood in the Old Sou… A wonder and a sign, With a look the old-time sibyls wo… Half-crazed and half-divine. Save the mournful sackcloth about…

The beaver cut his timber With patient teeth that day, The minks were fish-wards, and the… Surveyors of highway,- When Keezar sat on the hillside

John Brown of Ossawatomie spake o… 'I will not have to shrive my soul… But let some poor slave-mother who… With her children, from the gallow… John Brown of Ossawatomie, they l…

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…

‘To the winds give our banner! Bear homeward again!’ Cried the Lord of Acadia, Cried Charles of Estienne; From the prow of his shallop

WILDLY round our woodland quart… Sad-voiced Autumn grieves; Thickly down these swelling waters Float his fallen leaves. Through the tall and naked timber,

Ho! workers of the old time styled The Gentle Craft of Leather! Young brothers of the ancient guil… Stand forth once more together! Call out again your long array,

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.

O Mother Earth! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receiving, And o’er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle weaving, Fold softly in thy long embrace