Stand up—erect! Thou hast the form
And likeness of thy God!—Who more?
A soul as dauntless ’mid the storm
Of daily life, a heart as warm
And pure, as breast e’er wore.
What then?—Thou art as true a man
As moves the human mass among;...
the autumn time is with us. Its approach
Was heralded, not many days ago,
By hazy skies that veiled the brazen sun,
And sea-like murmurs from the rustling corn,
And low-voiced brooks that wandered drowsily
By pendent clusters of empurpling grapes...
A day and then a week passed by:
The redbird hanging from the sill
Sang not; and all were wondering why
It was so still—
When one bright morning, loud and clear,
Its whistle smote my drowsy ear,
Ten times repeated, till the sound
...
