THE SUMMER warmth has left the… The summer songs have died away; And, withered, in the footpaths li… The fallen leaves, but yesterday With ruby and with topaz gay.

Of all that Orient lands can vaun… Of marvels with our own competing, The strangest is the Haschish pla… And what will follow on its eating… What pictures to the taster rise,

As a guest who may not stay Long and sad farewells to say Glides with smiling face away, Of the sweetness and the zest Of thy happy life possessed

I did but dream. I never knew What charms our sternest season wo… Was never yet the sky so blue, Was never earth so white before. Till now I never saw the glow

A FEW brief years have passed aw… Since Britain drove her million s… Beneath the tropic’s fiery ray: God willed their freedom; and to-d… Life blooms above those island gra…

Stand still, my soul, in the silen… I would question thee, Alone in the shadow drear and star… With God and me! What, my soul, was thy errand here…

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,

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…

The elder folks shook hands at las… Down seat by seat the signal passe… To simple ways like ours unused, Half solemnized and half amused, With long-drawn breath and shrug,…

Dry the tears for holy Eva, With the blessed angels leave her; Of the form so soft and fair Give to earth the tender care. For the golden locks of Eva

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening s…

Type of two mighty continents!—com… The strength of Europe with the w… Of Asian song and prophecy,—the s… Of Orient splendors over Northern… Who shall receive him? Who, unblu…

They hear Thee not, O God! nor s… Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee… The princes of our ancient line Lie drunken with Assyrian wine; The priests around Thy altar spea…

A sound as if from bells of silver… Or elfin cymbals smitten clear, Through the frost-pictured panes… A brightness which outshines the m… A splendor brooking no delay,

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…