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XIV. long; For worldlings cannot, struggle as they


| IN DEFENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT. may, From man's great soul one great thought

As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth, hide away.

With the majestic beating of his heart,
The mighty tides, whereof its rightful


Each sea-wide bay and little weed re. SUB PONDERE CRESCIT.

ceiveth, The hope of Truth grows stronger, day

So, through his soul who earnestly be. by day ;

lieveth, I hear the soul of Man around me wak

| Life from the universal Heart doth flow,

Whereby some conquest of the eternal ing, Like a great sea, its frozen fetters break

By instinct of God's nature, he achieving, And flinging up to heaven its sunlit spray,

eth: Tossing huge continents in scornful

î| A fuller pulse of this all-powerful beauty play,

| Into the poet's gulf-like heart doth tide, And crushing them, with din of grind- | And he more keenly feels the glorious ing thunder,"

duty That makes old emptinesses stare in won

of serving Truth, despised and cruci. der;

fied, — The memory of a glory passed away

Happy, unknowing sect or creed, to rest, Lingers in every heart, as, in the shell,

And feel God flow forever through his

breast. Resounds the bygone freedom of the sea, And every hour new signs of promise

tell, That the great soul shall once again be

THE SAME CONTINUED. free, For high, and yet more high, the mur

Once hardly in a cycle blossometh

A flower-like soul ripe with the seeds of Of inward strife for truth and liberty.

song, A spirit foreordained to cope with wrong,

Whose divine thoughts are natural as XIII.


Who the old Darkness thickly scattereth BELOVED, in the noisy city here,

With starry words, that shoot prevailing The thought of thee can make all tur

light moil cease;

Into the deeps, and wither, with the blight Around my spirit, folds thy spirit clear

Of serene Î'ruth, the coward heart of Its still, soft arms, and circles it with

Death: peace;

Woe, if such spirit thwart its errand high, There is no room for any doubt or fear And mock with lies the longing soul of In souls so overfilled with love's increase,

man! There is no memory of the bygone year Yet one age longer must true Culture lie, But growth in heart's and spirit's perfect Soothing her bitter fetters as she can, ease :

Until new messages of love outstart How hath our love, half nebulous at first, | At the next beating of the infinite Heart. Rounded itself into a full-orbed sun! How have our lives and wills (as haply

XVI. erst They were, ere this forgetfulness begun)

THE SAME CONTINUED. Through all their earthly distances outburst,

The love of all things springs from love And melted, like two rays of light in of one;

Wider the soul's horizon hourly grows,

. murs swell


And over it with fuller glory flows While she in glorious madness doth fore-
The sky-like spirit of God; a hope begun cast
In doubt and darkness 'neath a fairer sun That perfect bud, which seems a flower
Cometh to fruitage, if it be of Truth;

full-blown And to the law of meekness, faith, and to each new Prophet, and yet always opes ruth,

Fuller and fuller with each day and hour, By inward sympathy, shall all be won : Heartening the soul with odor of fresh This thou shouldst know, who, from the hopes, painted feature

And longings high, and gushings of wide Of shifting Fashion, couldst thy brethren power, turn

Yet never is or shall be fully blown Unto the love of ever-youthful Nature, Save in the forethought of the Eternal And of a beauty fadeless and eterne;

And always 't is the saddest sight to see
An old man faithless in Humanity,





Far 'yond this narrow parapet of Time,
THE SAME CONTINUED. With eyes uplift, the poet's soul should

look A POET cannot strive for despotism;

Into the Endless Promise, nor should His harp falls shattered; for it still must brook be

One prying doubt to shake his faith subThe instinct of great spirits to be free, And the sworn foes of cunning barba- To him the earth is ever in her prime rism:

And dewiness of morning; he can see He who has deepest searched the wide Good lying hid, from all eternity, abysm

Within the teeming womb of sin and Of that life-giving Soul which men call crime; fate,

Hissoul should not be cramped by any bar, Knows that to put more faith in lies and His nobleness should be so Godlike high,

That his least deed is perfect as a star, Than truth and love is the true atheism: His common look majestic as the sky, Upward the soul forever turns her eyes : And all o'erflooded with a light from far, The next hour always shames the hour Undimmed by clouds of weak mortality.

before; One beauty, at its highest, prophesies That by whose side it shall seem mean

XX. and poor No Godlike thing knows aught of less

TO M. 0. s. and less, But widens to the boundless Perfectness.

MARY, since first I knew thee, to this

hour, My love hath deepened, with my wiser


Of what in Woman is to reverence;

Thy clear heart, fresh as e'er was forest

flower, THEREFORE think not the Past is wise Still opens more to me its beauteous alone,

dower; — For Yesterday knows nothing of the Best, But let praise hush, - Love asks no evi. And thou shalt love it only as the nest

dence Whence glory-wingëd things to Heaven To prove itself well-placed; we know not have flown :

whence To the great Soul only are all things It gleans thestraws that thatch its humble known;

bower: Present and future are to her as past, We can but say we found it in the heart, Spring of all sweetest thoughts, arch foe Save there the rain in dreamy clouds of blame,

doth stay, Sower of flowers in the dusty mart, As loath to fall out of those happy skies; Pure vestal of the poet's holy Aame, - Yet sure, my love, thou art most like to This is enough, and we have doue our May, part

That comes with steady sun when April If we but keep it spotless as it came.



Our love is not a fading, earthly flower:
Its winged seed dropped down from

He stood upon the world's broad

threshold ; wide And, nursed by day and night, by sun 1

hy su The din of battle and of slaughter rose ; and shower,

He saw God stand upon the weaker side, Doth momently to fresher beauty rise:

| That sank in seeming loss before its foes : To us the leafless autumn is not bare,

| Many there were who made great haste Nor winter's rattling boughs lack lusty

and sold green.

Unto the cunning enemy their swords, Our summer hearts make summer's ful. He scorned their gifts of fame, and ness, where

power, and gold, No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen : And, underneath their soft and flowery For nature's life in love's deep life doth lie,

Heard the cold serpent hiss ; therefore Love, - whose forgetfulness is beauty's

he went death,

And humbly joined him to the weaker Whose mystic key these cells of Thou part, and I

Fanatic named, and fool, yet well conInto the infinite freedom openeth,

tent And makes the body's dark and 'narrow So he could be the nearer to God's heart, grate

| And feel its solemn pulses sending blood The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's own Through all the wide-spread veins of palace-gate.

endless good.


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THE STREET. THESE rugged, wintry days I scarce They pass me by like shadows, crowds could bear,

on crowds, Did I not know, that, in the early spring, Dim ghosts of men, that hover to and fro, When wild March winds upon their Hugging their bodies round them like errands sing,

thin shrouds Thou wouldst return, bursting on this Wherein their souls were buried long ago : still air,

| They trampled on their youth, and faith, Like those same winds, when, startled and love, from their lair,

They cast their hope of human-kindaway, They hunt up violets, and free swift With Heaven's clear messages they madly brooks

strove, From icy cares, even as thy clear looks And conquered, - and their spirits turned Bid my heart bloom, and sing, and break all care :

Lo ! how they wander round the world, When drops with welcome rain the their grave, April day,

Whose ever-gaping maw by such is fed, My flowers shall find their April in thine Gibbering at living men, and idly rave, eyes,

“We, only, truly live, but ye are dead.'



her ;

Threads in

sat, borne up but is here,

Alas! poor fools, the anointed eye may And Freedom's lightest word can make

them shiver A dead soul's epitaph in every face! With a base dread that clings to them



I THOUGHT our love at full, but I did err; I GRIEVE not that ripe Knowledge takes Joy's wreath drooped o'er mine eyes ; I away

could not see The charm that Nature to my childhood That sorrow in our happy world must be wore,

Love's deepest spokesman and interFor, with that insight, cometh, day by preter:

But, as a mother feels her child first stir A greater bliss than wonder was before ; Under her heart, so felt I instantly The real doth not clip the poet's wings, Deep in my soul another bond to thee To win the secret of a weed's plain heart Thrill with that life we saw depart from Reveals some clew to spiritual things, And stumbling guess becomes firm-footed O mother of our angel child ! twice dear! art:

Death knits as well as parts, and still, Flowers are not flowers unto the poet's I wis, eyes,

Her tender radiance shall infold us here, Their beauty thrills him by an inward Even as the light, borne up by inward sense;

bliss, He knows that outward seemings are but Threads the void glooms of space with. lies,

out a fear, Or, at the most, but earthly shadows, To print on farthest stars her pitying kiss.

whence The soul that looks within for truth may guess

L'ENVOI. The presence of some wondrous heaven. liness.

| WHETHER my heart hath wiser grown

or not,

In these three years, since I to thee in-

Mine own betrothed, the firstlings of my

muse, GIDDINGS, far rougher names than thine Poor windfalls of unripe experience, have grown

Young buds plucked hastily by childish Smoother than honey on the lips of men; hands And thou shalt aye be honorably known, Not patient to await more full-blown As one who bravely used his tongue and flowers, pen,

At least it hath seen more of life and As best befits a freeman, - even for men,

And pondered more, and grown a shade To whom our Law's unblushing front more sad ; denies

Yet with no loss of hope or settled trust A right to plead against the lifelong In the benignness of that Providence woes

Which shapes from out our elements Which are the Negro's glimpse of Free.. awry dom's skies :

The grace and order that we wonder at, Fear nothing, and hope all things, as The mystic harmony of right and wrong, the Right

Both working out His wisdom and our Alone may do securely ; every hour

good: The thrones of Ignorance and ancient A trust, Beloved, chiefly learned of thee, Night

Who hast that gift of patient tenderness, Lose somewhat of their long-usurped The instinctive wisdom of a woman's power,


Mine o cribed, years, sin




They tell us that our land was made for | To preach and practise before all the song,

world, With its huge rivers and sky-piercing The freedom and divinity of man, peaks,

The glorious claims of human brotherIts sealike lakes and mighty cataracts,

hood,-Its forests vast and hoar, and prairies Which to pay nobly, as a freeman should, wide,

Gains the sole wealth that will not fly And mounds that tell of wondrous tribes away, extinct.

And the soul's fealty to none but God. But Poesy springs not from rocks and These are realities, which make the woods ;

shows Her womb and cradle are the human of outward Nature, be they ne'er so heart,

grand, And she can find a nobler theme for song Seem small, and worthless, and contempt. In the most loathsome man that blasts i ble. the sight

These are the mountain-summits for our Than in the broad expanse of sea and bards, shore

Which stretch far upward into heaven Between the frozen deserts of the poles. itself, All nations have their message from on And give such wide-spread and exulting

view Each the messiah of some central thought, Of hope, and faith, and onward destiny, For the fulfilment and delight of Man: That'shrunk Parnassus to a molehill One has to teach that labor is divine; I dwindles. Another Freedom ; and another Mind; Our new Atlantis, like a morning-star, And all, that God is open-eyed and just, Silvers the mirk face of slow-yielding The happy centre and calm heart of all. Night,

The herald of a fuller truth than yet Are, then, our woods, our mountains, Hath gleamed upon the upraised face of and our streams,

Man Needful to teach our poets how to sing? Since the earth glittered in her stainless O maiden rare, far other thoughts were prime, ours,

Of a more glorious sunrise than of old When we have sat by ocean's foaming Drew wondrous melodies from Memnon marge,

huge, And watched the waves leap roaring on Yea, draws them still, though now he sit the rocks,

waist-deep Than young Leander and his Hero had, In the ingulfing flood of whirling sand, Gazing from Sestos to the other shore. And look across the wastes of endless The moon looks down and ocean worships gray, her,

Sole wreck, where once his hundred-gated Stars rise and set, and seasons come and go I Thebes Even as they did in Homer's elder time, Pained with her mighty hum the calm, But we behold them not with Grecian blue heaven; eyes:

Shall the dull stone pay grateful orisons, Then they were types of beauty and of And we till noonday bar the splendor strength,

out, But now of freedom, unconfined and pure, Lest it reproach and chide our sluggard Subject alone to Order's higher law.

hearts, What cares the Russian serf or Southern Warm-nestled in the down of Prejudice, slave

| And be content, though clad with angelThough we should speak as man spake wings, never yet

Close-clipped, to hop about from perch of gleaming Hudson's broad magnifi


to perch, cence,

In paltry cages of dead men's dead Or green Niagara's nevei-ending roar? I thoughts ? Our country hath a gospel of her own 10, rather, like the skylark, soar and singo

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