Go forth in life, O friend, not seeking love;

             A mendicant that with imploring eye

             And outstretched hand asks of the passers-by

          The alms his strong necessities may move.

...

Poet:

        Sing me that song again,

            That wild, impassioned lay;

        The tumult of my throbbing brain

            Thy voice shall charm away.

 

        Pour that harmonious flood

            ...

Poet:

            Our patriot sires are gone,

                The conqueror Death lays low

            Those veterans one by one,

                Who braved each other foe; --

        Though on them rests death's sable pall,
...

Poet:

        When Summer o'er her native hills

            A veil of beauty spread,

        She sat and watched her gentle fold,

            And twined her flaxen thread.

 

        The mountain daisies kissed her feet,...

Poet:

        Why bends she o'er that glittering toy

            With such an earnest gaze,

        As if those flashing jewels cast

            Love glances in their rays?

 

        By that high, thought-enthronéd brow—...

Poet:
Poet:

        On the swift flying hours

            Another bright day,

        With its tears and its smiles,

            Has vanished away.

        Thou who dost number

            Our days as they flee,
...

Poet:

        To what bright world afar didst thou belong,

            Thou whose pure soul seemed not of mortal birth?

        From what fair clime of flowers and love and song,

            Cam'st thou, a star beam to our shadowed earth?
...

Poet:

            Darkness sat brooding o'er the infant world,

            That in chaotic gloom and silence lay,

            Till from the throne of Light the sun was hurled;

            Then that eternal night was changed to day,
...

Poet:

        Oh! in that better land to which I go,

            Say, shall I know thee as I know thee here;

            And will thy presence dim that glorious sphere,

        As it hath darkened all the earth below?

        Oh! will...

Poet: