The threads our hands in blindness… No self-determined plan weaves in; The shuttle of the unseen powers Works out a pattern not as ours. Ah! small the choice of him who si…

TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN,… HEALING THE SICK. So stood of old the holy Christ Amidst the suffering throng; With whom His lightest touch suff…

STILL in thy streets, O Paris!… Of blood defy the cleansing autumn… Still breaks the smoke Messina’s… And Naples mourns that new Bartho… When squalid beggary, for a dole o…

TO E. W. I KNOW not, Time and Space so i… Whether, still waiting with a trus… Thou bearest up thy fourscore year… Or, called at last, art now Heave…

Not always as the whirlwind’s rush On Horeb’s mount of fear, Not always as the burning bush To Midian’s shepherd seer, Nor as the awful voice which came

‘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.

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,

NOT unto us who did but seek The word that burned within to spe… Not unto us this day belong The triumph and exultant song. Upon us fell in early youth

THE storm and peril overpast, The hounding hatred shamed and sti… Go, soul of freedom! take at last The place which thou alone canst f… Confirm the lesson taught of old—

RIGHT in the track where Sherma… Ploughed his red furrow, Out of the narrow cabin, Up from the cellar’s burrow, Gathered the little black people,

Sound over all waters, reach out f… The chorus of voices, the clasping… Sing hymns that were sung by the s… Sing songs of the angels when Jes… With glad jubilations

WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM… On page of thine I cannot trace The cold and heartless commonplace… A statue’s fixed and marble grace. For ever as these lines I penned,

KNOW’ST thou, O slave-cursed la… How, when the Chian’s cup of guil… Was full to overflow, there came God’s justice in the sword of flam… That, red with slaughter to its hi…

Leagues north, as fly the gull and… Point Judith watches with eye of… Leagues south, thy beacon flames,… Lonely and wind-shorn, wood-forsak… With never a tree for Spring to w…

Yes, pile the marble o’er him! It… That ye who mocked him in his long… And planted in the pathway of his… The ploughshares of your hatred ho… Who clamored down the bold reforme…