Where ceaseless Spring her garlan… As sweetly shall the loved one res… As if beneath the whispering pines And maple shadows of the West. Ye mourn, O hearts of home! for h…

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…

WELCOME home again, brave seama… And the old heroic spirit of our e… With that front of calm endurance,… Pressed the iron of the prison, sm… Is the tyrant’s brand upon thee?…

In the old days (a custom laid asi… With breeches and cocked hats) the… Their wisest men to make the publi… And so, from a brown homestead, wh… Drinks the small tribute of the M…

I write my name as one, On sands by waves o’errun Or winter’s frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion’s blankness claims

O Friends! with whom my feet have… The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear. I trace your lines of argument;

Call him not heretic whose works a… His faith in goodness by no creed… Whatever in love’s name is truly d… To free the bound and lift the fal… Is done to Christ. Whoso in deed…

We saw the slow tides go and come, The curving surf-lines lightly dra… The gray rocks touched with tender… Beneath the fresh-blown rose of da… We saw in richer sunsets lost

Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stain… Behold! thou art a woman still! And, by that sacred name and dear, I bid thy better self appear. Still, through thy foul disguise,…

Type of two mighty continents!—com… The strength of Europe with the w… Of Asian song and prophecy,—the s… Of Orient splendors over Northern… Who shall receive him? Who, unblu…

Out from Jerusalem The king rode with his great War chiefs and lords of state, And Sheba’s queen with them; Comely, but black withal,

Dream not, O Soul, that easy is t… Thus set before thee. If it prove… As well it may, beyond thy natural… Faint not, despair not. As a chil… A father, pray the Everlasting Go…

“ALL ready?” cried the captain; “Ay, ay!” the seamen said; “Heave up the worthless lubbers,— The dying and the dead.” Up from the slave-ship’s prison

WELL speed thy mission, bold Ico… Yet all unworthy of its trust thou… If, with dry eye, and cold, unlovi… Thou tread’st the solemn Pantheon… By the great Future’s dazzling ho…

They hear Thee not, O God! nor s… Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee… The princes of our ancient line Lie drunken with Assyrian wine; The priests around Thy altar spea…