•           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.


              For such poor love, to pity near allied,

                 Thy generous spirit should not...

  •         Sing me that song again,

                That wild, impassioned lay;

            The tumult of my throbbing brain

                Thy voice shall charm away.

     

            Pour that harmonious flood

                Upon my thirsting ear;

            'Twill cool the fever of my blood

                ...

  •             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,

            Yet o'er their deeds no shade shall fall.

     

                No, ye of...

  •         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,

                The moss sprung greenest there;

            The breath of Summer fanned...

  •         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—

                That deep and soul-lit eye,

            I know 'tis not the passing...

  •         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,

            May each that departs

                Bear us nearer to thee!

     
    ...

  •         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?

            What hadst thou done, sweet spirit in that sphere,
    ...

  •             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,

                And his effulgent, life-imparting ray,

                O'er the wide waste of...

  •         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 that voice enchain my listening ear,

                Whose "frozen music" stops my pulses...