As Islam’s Prophet, when his last… Nigh to its close, besought all me… Whom he had wronged, to whom he th… A debt forgotten, or for pardon su… And, through the silence of his we…

GEORGE FULLER Haunted of Beauty, like the marve… Who sang Saint Agnes’ Eve! How p… Her shapes took color in thy homes… How on thy canvas even her dreams…

A railway conductor who lost his l… railway, May 9, 1873. CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always… Be said with reverence!) as the sw… Smitten to death, a crushed and ma…

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.

I spread a scanty board too late; The old-time guests for whom I wa… Come few and slow, methinks, to-da… Ah! who could hear my messages Across the dim unsounded seas

Sunlight upon Judha’s hills! And on the waves of Galilee; On Jordan’s stream, and on the ri… That feed the dead and sleeping se… Most freshly from the green wood s…

My thoughts are all in yonder town… Where, wept by many tears, To-day my mother’s friend lays dow… The burden of her years. True as in life, no poor disguise

What flecks the outer gray beyond The sundown’s golden trail? The white flash of a sea-bird’s wi… Or gleam of slanting sail? Let young eyes watch from Neck an…

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…

GOD bless New Hampshire! from he… Once more the voice of Stark and… The long-bound vassal of the exult… For very shame her self-forged cha… Turn the black seal of slavery fro…

Friend of my many years! When the great silence falls, at l… Let me not leave, to pain and sadd… A memory of tears, But pleasant thoughts alone.

Who, looking backward from his man… Sees not the spectre of his misspe… And, through the shade Of funeral cypress planted thick b… Hears no reproachful whisper on th…

‘BRING out your dead!’ The midn… Heard and gave back the hoarse, lo… Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet… Glanced through the dark the coars… Her coffin and her pall.

FROM these wild rocks I look to-… O’er leagues of dancing waves, and… The far, low coast-line stretch aw… To where our river meets the sea. The light wind blowing off the lan…

I have not felt, o’er seas of sand… The rocking of the desert bark; Nor laved at Hebron’s fount my ha… By Hebron’s palm-trees cool and d… Nor pitched my tent at even-fall,