The gulf of seven and fifty years We stretch our welcoming hands acr… The distance but a pebble’s toss Between us and our youth appears. For in life’s school we linger on

MEN of the North-land! where’s t… Of the true-hearted and the unshac… Sons of old freemen, do we but inh… Their names alone? Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenche…

Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of bloom and heather…

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…

FAR from his close and noisome ce… By grassy lane and sunny stream, Blown clover field and strawberry… And green and meadow freshness, fe… The footsteps of his dream.

'GREAT peace in Europe! Order r… From Tiber’s hills to Danube’s pl… So say her kings and priests; so s… The lying prophets of our day. Go lay to earth a listening ear;

Where ceaseless Spring her garlan… As sweetly shall the loved one res… As if beneath the whispering pines And maple shadows of the West. Ye mourn, O hearts of home! for h…

“ALL ready?” cried the captain; “Ay, ay!” the seamen said; “Heave up the worthless lubbers,— The dying and the dead.” Up from the slave-ship’s prison

Beneath the moonlight and the snow Lies dead my latest year; The winter winds are wailing low Its dirges in my ear. I grieve not with the moaning wind

FROM the green Amesbury hill whi… Of that half mythic ancestor of mi… Who trod its slopes two hundred ye… Down the long valley of the Merri… Midway between me and the river’s…

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…

GREYSTONE, AUG. 4, 1886. Once more, O all-adjusting Death! The nation’s Pantheon opens wide; Once more a common sorrow saith A strong, wise man has died.

The firmament breaks up. In black… Light after light goes out. One e… Luridly glaring through the smoke… As in the dream of the Apocalypse… Drags others down. Let us not wea…

PRELUDE ALONG the roadside, like the flo… That tawny Incas for their garden… Heavy with sunshine droops the gol… And the red pennons of the cardina…

Weary of jangling noises never sti… The skeptic’s sneer, the bigot’s h… Of clashing texts, the webs of cre… Round simple truth, the children g… With gilded cards their new Jerus…