'Tis a new life—thoughts move not as they did
With slow uncertain steps across my mind,
In thronging haste fast pressing on they bid
The portals open to the viewless wind;
That comes not, save when in the dust is laid
The crown of pride that gilds each mortal brow,
And from before man's vision melting...
O, SWEET little maid of a Puritan line,
O, dear little maid of a Puritan town,
On the morn of that saint whom they name Valentine,
I am asking a boon,—and I pray do not frown;
For, coy little Puritan maid of to-day,
I ask but a quaint little Puritan "Yea."
Look around on the walls of your Puritan...
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod ;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below ;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And...
There lived an old man in the kingdom of Tess,
Who invented a purely original dress;
And when it was perfectly made and complete,
He opened the door, and walked into the street.
By way of a hat, he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,
In the middle of which he inserted his head; -
His Shirt...
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,...
No Autumn's intercepting Chill
Appalls this Tropic Breast —
But African Exuberance
And Asiatic rest.
No Crowd that has occurred
Exhibit — I suppose
That General Attendance
That Resurrection — does —
Circumference be full —
The long restricted Grave
Assert her Vital Privilege —
The Dust — connect — and live —
On Atoms — features place —
All Multitudes that...
No ladder needs the bird but skies
To situate its wings,
Nor any leader's grim baton
Arraigns it as it sings.
The implements of bliss are few —
As Jesus says of Him,
"Come unto me" the moiety
That wafts the cherubim.
No Man can compass a Despair —
As round a Goalless Road
No faster than a Mile at once
The Traveller proceed —
Unconscious of the Width —
Unconscious that the Sun
Be setting on His progress —
So accurate the One
At estimating Pain —
Whose own — has just...
No man saw awe, nor to his house
Admitted he a man
Though by his awful residence
Has human nature been.
Not deeming of his dread abode
Till laboring to flee
A grasp on comprehension laid
Detained vitality.
Returning is a different route
The Spirit could not...