January 14, 1880 CHICAGO sounds rough to the mak… One comfort we have—Cincinnati so… If we only were licensed to say C… But Worcester and Webster won’t l…

IT is a pity and a shame—alas! al… To tread the trodden grapes again,… so it is; The purple vintage long is past, w… clusters bursting so

They bid me strike the idle string… As if my summer days Had shaken sunbeams from their win… To warm my autumn lays; They bring to me their painted urn…

FESTIVAL OF THE ALUMNI, 1… THE noon of summer sheds its ray On Harvard’s holy ground; The Matron calls, the sons obey, And gather smiling round.

September 16, 1823—November 8, 18… HE rests from toil; the portals o… Close on the last of those unweary… That wove their pictured webs in… Rich with the memories of three di…

I LIKE YOU Met I LOVE You,… The path was narrow, and they coul… I LIKE YOU smiled; I LOVE… And so they halted for a little sp… ‘Turn thou and go before,’ I LO…

WHO of all statesmen is his count… Her councils’ prompter and her lea… He speaks; the nation holds its br… He nods, and shakes the sunset hem… Born where the primal fount of Na…

OLD TIME, in whose bank we depo… Is a miser who always wants guinea… He keeps all his customers still i… By lending them minutes and chargi… The twelvemonth rolls round and we…

THEY tell us that the Muse is so… Leaving the bowers of song that on… Her robes bequeathing to her siste… The groves of Pindus for the axe… Optics will claim the wandering ey…

AN ACADEMIC POEM 1829-1879 Read at the Commencement Dinner o… University, June 25, 1879. WHILE fond, sad memories all aro…

Thoughtful in youth, but not auste… Calm, but not cold, and cheerful t… Too true to flatter and too kind t… And only just when seemingly sever… So gently blending courtesy and ar…

SHE has gone,—she has left us in… Our stormy-browed sister, so long… She has torn her own star from our… And turned on her brother the face… Oh, Caroline, Caroline, child of…

FATHER, send on Earth again Peace and good-will to men; Yet, while the weary track of life Leads thy people through storm and… Help us to walk therein.

In candent ire the solar splendor… The foles, languescent, pend from… His humid front the cive, anheling… And dreams of erring on ventiferou… How dulce to vive occult to mortal…

ON HIS RETURN FROM SO… AFTER FIFTEEN YEARS… STARS OF THE SOUTHER… ONCE more Orion and the sister… Look on thee from the skies that h…