LOOK on him! through his dungeon… Feebly and cold, the morning light Comes stealing round him, dim and… As if it loathed the sight. Reclining on his strawy bed,

O’er the bare woods, whose outstre… Plead with the leaden heavens in v… I see, beyond the valley lands, The sea’s long level dim with rain… Around me all things, stark and du…

A FREE PARAPHRASE OF… To weary hearts, to mourning homes… God’s meekest Angel gently comes No power has he to banish pain, Or give us back our lost again;

NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon,… Dwelt, poor but blameless, where h… Stretches its shrunk arm out to al… And the relentless smiting of the… Awoke one morning from a pleasant…

I write my name as one, On sands by waves o’errun Or winter’s frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion’s blankness claims

Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed,

THE moon has set: while yet the d… Breaks cold and gray, Between the midnight and the morn Bear off your prey! On, swift and still! the conscious…

We saw the slow tides go and come, The curving surf-lines lightly dra… The gray rocks touched with tender… Beneath the fresh-blown rose of da… We saw in richer sunsets lost

Not vainly did old poets tell, Nor vainly did old genius paint God’s great and crowning miracle, The hero and the saint! For even in a faithless day

After the Danish of Christian Wi… Where, over heathen doom-rings and… In its little Christian city stan… In merry mood King Volmer sat, fo… As idle as the Goose of Gold that…

I would not sin, in this half-play… Too light perhaps for serious year… Of the enforced leisure of slow pa… Against the pure ideal which has d… My feet to follow its far-shining…

How strange to greet, this frosty… In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, bor… Of sunshine and of showers! How well the conscious wood retain…

In that black forest, where, when… With a snake’s stillness glides th… Darkly from sunset to the rising s… A cry, as of the pained heart of t… The long, despairing moan of solit…

AMIDST thy sacred effigies Of old renown give place, O city, Freedom-loved! to his Whose hand unchained a race. Take the worn frame, that rested n…

Behind us at our evening meal The gray bird ate his fill, Swung downward by a single claw, And wiped his hooked bill. He shook his wings and crimson tai…