human life . . . . . . . . . . 92
The spirit firm and swelling soul . . . . . . . . . 43
The sweep, O heart, of Love's account . . . . . . . 21
The sword and spear and savage knife . . . . . . . . 89
The "trees of God," the prophet said . . . . . . . . 40
The world's a train at speeding rate . . . . . . . . 8l
There are no solitudes to view . . . . . . . . . . . 37
There ever wakes an evil wraith . . . . . . . . . . 77
This golden-browed September land . . . . . . . . . 51
This tiny life, with exquisite wings . . . . . . . . 64
Thus wrought the Seen-Unseen the spell . . . . . . . 15
'Tis fit the bloodroot in white hood . . . . . . . . 20
Two lives made one, the man and wife . . . . . . . . 67

Unnumbered traits shine in thy face . . . . . . . . 62
Unveiled as kinsman, Love did seek . . . . . . . . . 84

Vast promise is the sea, and vast . . . . . . . . . 35

We talked of bird and flower and tree . . . . . . . 14
What nature mirrors and reveals . . . . . . . . . . 73
What though the sea-shell cheats the ear . . . . . . 75
Who loveth not the elm tree fair . . . . . . . . . . 26
With lathe of viewless hyaline . . . . . . . . . . . 59

THE WHITETHROAT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95

SUMMER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 97

GLORY-ROSES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100

THE WIND . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103

THE CRYSTAL SPRING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 104

AY ME! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111

THE YEARS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112

THE NOTE OF NATURE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 114

AT THE FORD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 117

REPOSE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120

[Greek: _ta panta e'n au'to sunesteken_.] (In Him all things hold
together.)

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TO EMELINE.

I would enshrine in silvern song
The charm that bore our souls along,
As in the sun-flushed days of summer
We felt the pulsings of nature's throng;

When flecks of foam of flying spray
Smote white the red sun's torrid ray,
Or wimpling fogs toyed with the mountain,
Aerial spirits of dew at play;

When hovering stars, poised in the blue,
Came down and ever closer drew;
Or, in the autumn air astringent,
Glimmered the pearls of the moonlit dew.