#Americans #XIXCentury
They left their home of summer eas… Beneath the lowland’s sheltering t… To seek, by ways unknown to all, The promise of the waterfall. Some vague, faint rumor to the val…
So, this is all,—the utmost reach Of priestly power the mind to fett… When laymen think, when women prea… A war of words, a ‘Pastoral Lette… Now, shame upon ye, parish Popes!
Our fathers’ God! from out whose… The centuries fall like grains of… We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done,
BY fire and cloud, across the des… And through the parted waves, From their long bondage, with an o… God led the Hebrew slaves! Dead as the letter of the Pentate…
THE Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe… Of the world heavy upon him, enter… The Holy of Holies, saw an awful… With terrible splendor filling all… ‘O Ishmael Ben Elisha!’ said a v…
THE years are but half a score, And the war-whoop sounds no more With the blast of bugles, where Straight into a slaughter pen, With his doomed three hundred men,
A CHRISTIAN! going, gone! Who bids for God’s own image? for… Which that poor victim of the mark… Hath in her suffering won? My God! can such things be?
Not on Penobscot’s wooded bank th… Of the sought City rose, nor yet… The winding Charles, nor where th… Of Naumkeag’s haven rises and ret… The vision tarried; but somewhere…
THE Quaker of the olden time! How calm and firm and true, Unspotted by its wrong and crime, He walked the dark earth through. The lust of power, the love of gai…
THROUGH the long hall the shutt… A dubious light on every upturned… On locks like those of Absalom th… On the bald apex ringed with scant… On blank indifference and on curio…
Unnoted as the setting of a star He passed; and sect and party scar… When from their midst a sage and s… To fitter audience, where the grea… In God’s republic of the heart an…
Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the name
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.
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,— Or bringing from the meadows,
‘Let there be light!’ God spake o… And over chaos dark and cold, And through the dead and formless… Of nature, life and order came. Faint was the light at first that…