UNDER the great hill sloping bar… To cove and meadow and Common lot… In his council chamber and oaken c… Sat the worshipful Governor Endic… A grave, strong man, who knew no p…

THE suns of eighteen centuries ha… Since the Redeemer walked with ma… The fisher’s boat, the cavern’s fl… And mountain moss, a pillow for H… And He, who wandered with the pea…

ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain, Woke in the night to the sound of… The rush of wind, the ramp and roa… Of great waves climbing a rocky sh… Annie rose up in her bed-gown whit…

AS they who, tossing midst the st… While turning shoreward, where a b… Meet the walled blackness of the h… So, on the turbulent waves of part… In gloom and tempest, men have see…

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…

ACROSS the frozen marshes The winds of autumn blow, And the fen-lands of the Wetter Are white with early snow. But where the low, gray headlands

In the fair land o’erwatched by I… Across the charmed bay Whose blue waves keep with Capri’… Perpetual holiday, A king lies dead, his wafer duly e…

'TIS over, Moses! All is lost! I hear the bells a-ringing; Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host I hear the Free-Wills singing.* We’re routed, Moses, horse and fo…

THANK God for the token! one li… One spirit untrammelled, unbending… Like the oak of the mountain, deep… Erect, when the multitude bends to… When traitors to Freedom, and Hon…

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,

ACCOMPANYING MANUS… 'T is said that in the Holy Land The angels of the place have bless… The pilgrim’s bed of desert sand, Like Jacob’s stone of rest.

How bland and sweet the greeting o… To him who flies From crowded street and red wall’s… Till far behind him like a hideous… The close dark city lies

Dry the tears for holy Eva, With the blessed angels leave her; Of the form so soft and fair Give to earth the tender care. For the golden locks of Eva

LOOK on him! through his dungeon… Feebly and cold, the morning light Comes stealing round him, dim and… As if it loathed the sight. Reclining on his strawy bed,

TO WILLIAM BRADFORD. As they who watch by sick-beds fin… Unwittingly from the great stress… And anxious care, in fantasies out… From the hearth’s embers flickerin…