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 name Is blown about the world, but to his friends A sweeter secret hides behind his fame, ears; Let them drink molten pearls nor dream the cost. 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 |