I NEED not praise the sweetness of his And Love steals shyly through the

With loving breath of all the winds his But hush! this is not for profaner

Some suck up poison from a sorrow's Surely if skill in song the shears may

core,

As naught but nightshade grew upon

earth's ground;

stay

And of its purpose cheat the charmed abyss,

Love turned all his to heart's-ease, and If our poor life be lengthened by a

Fate tried his bastions, she but forced He shall not go, although his presence

a door

Leading to sweeter manhood and

more sound.

may,

And the next age in praise shall double this.

Even as a wind-waved fountain's sway- Long days be his, and each as lusty

ing shade

Seems of mixed race, a gray wraith

shot with sun,

sweet

As gracious natures find his song to be;

So through his trial faith translucent May Age steal on with softly-cadenced

Till darkness, half disnatured so, be- Falling in music, as for him were

NEW ENGLAND's poet, rich in love as | Sweetly familiar to both Englands'

Her hills and valleys praise thee, her Peaceful by birthright as a virgin

swift brooks

sylvan nooks

lake,

Dance in thy verse; to her grave The lily's anchorage, which no eyes

behold

Thy steps allure us, which the wood- Save those of stars, yet for thy thrush hears brother's sake

As maids their lovers', and no treason That lay in bonds, thou blewst a blast

Through thee her Merrimacs and Agio- As that wherewith the heart of Roland

And many a name uncouth win gra- Far heard across the New World and