BENEATH the low-hung night clou… That raked her splintering mast The good ship settled slowly, The cruel leak gained fast. Over the awful ocean

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…

The goodman sat beside his door One sultry afternoon, With his young wife singing at his… An old and goodly tune. A glimmer of heat was in the air,-

A bending staff I would not break… A feeble faith I would not shake, Nor even rashly pluck away The error which some truth may sta… Whose loss might leave the soul wi…

The fagots blazed, the caldron’s s… Up through the green wood curled; ‘Bring honey from the hollow oak, Bring milky sap,’ the brewers spok… In the childhood of the world.

Oh, greenly and fair in the lands… The vines of the gourd and the ric… And the rock and the tree and the… With broad leaves all greenness an… Like that which o’er Nineveh’s pr…

‘Encore un hymne, O ma lyre Un hymn pour le Seigneur, Un hymne dans mon delire, Un hymne dans mon bonheur.’ One hymn more, O my lyre!

The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The aster-flower is failing,

The flags of war like storm birds… The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below. And, calm and patient, Nature kee…

FOR DOROTHEA L. DIX. Stranger and traveller, Drink freely and bestow A kindly thought on her Who bade this fountain flow,

A picture memory brings to me I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again

WITH clearer light, Cross of th… In blue Brazilian skies; And thou, O river, cleaving half… From sunset to sunrise, From the great mountains to the A…

Far away in the twilight time Of every people, in every clime, Dragons and griffins and monsters… Born of water, and air, and fire, Or nursed, like the Python, in th…

O dwellers in the stately towns, What come ye out to see? This common earth, this common sky… This water flowing free? As gayly as these kalmia flowers

When the reaper’s task was ended,… Parson Avery sailed from Newbury,… Dropping down the river-harbor in… Pleasantly lay the clearings in th… With the newly planted orchards dr…