• The mill goes toiling slowly around
      With steady and solemn creak,
    And my little one hears in the kindly sound
      The voice of the old mill speak.
    While round and round those big white wings
      Grimly and ghostlike creep,
    My little one hears that the old mill sings
      “Sleep, little tulip, sleep!”

    The sails are reefed and the nets...

  •         As when the sun in darkness sets,

                And night falls on the earth,

            Along the azure fields above

                The stars of heaven come forth;

     

            So when the sun of Liberty

                Grows dim to mortal eyes,

            From out the gloom, like radiant stars,...