YOUNG, the naked stoker who went Mad with the fires and leapt to th… Boyhood still in the voice that se… One shrill cry back from eternity. Perchance from the phosphorescent…

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America!

THE darkest wood that the north-w… Hath its balsamum and its silverli… Its violet interspace. The bitterest sea that the wan moo… Hath its hushful archipelagoes,

SHAKERAGS, cripples, gaunt and… Prison-broken hosts on hosts, Torture-scarred and dungeon-crazed… Down the convict road they pour, More and more and myriads more,

HARD to wait for the postman’s t… Up the snowy walk, for the hand th… Deep in his pack, while the childr… For the rainbow-ribboned packages, And women wax faint with their fea…

IN seas far north, day after day We leaned upon the rail, engrossed In frolic fin and jewel spray And crystal headlands of the coast… Those beauties held so long in gaz…

Across New England snows Flash visions from afar, Lithe gipsies on their toes Dancing to gay guitar; With gesture fierce, bizarre,

I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of… A bumping ride across gullies and… Now a grumble and now a jest,

NOT yet hath Nature, lovely colo… Bestirred her from creative dream… Soft flame upon the woods, '€”nay,… One pleading maple-tip In carmine; all the waiting world…

Must I, who walk alone, Come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, The sunshine slants

1899 Who would trust England, let him… To Nelson, columned o’er Trafalga… Her hieroglyph of duty, written wh… The roar of traffic hushes to the…

[sung to tune: “All Saints New”] Our fathers, in the years grown di… A holy dwelling-place for Him, th… They wrought His house of faith a… A precious temple builded fair on…

ON the mountain side they fashion… Those rifting shreds of storm, A figure of strange passion, A winged and sworded form. Majestic, wild, colossal,

Two centuries’ winter storms have… Deep-voiced, the winds, swift wing… But though the north-east gale unl… The sturdy light-house sheds its b… And still when cold and fear are p…

I HEARD him preach in Oxford ye… A snowy-haired and tender-faced ap… I watched the beech against the wi… And listened to the throstle. And still a waving branch to memor…