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
Filled every echoing niche around;
And all things earliest loved by me,—
The bird, the...
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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
Swinging upon the vine. And now, ’t is here!
And what a change hath passed upon the face... -
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;
As much a part of the great plan
That with creation’s dawn began,
As any of...