415. Norembega THE winding way the serpent takes
The mystic water took,
From where, to count its beaded lakes,
416. A Summer Pilgrimage To kneel before some saintly shrine,
To breathe the health of airs divine,
Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,
417. The Gift Of Tritemius Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day,
While kneeling at the altar's foot to pray,
Alone with God, as was his pious choice,
418. Bayard Taylor I.
'And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend?'
My sister asked our guest one winter's day.
419. The Hero 'O for a knight like Bayard,
Without reproach or fear;
My light glove on his casque of steel,
420. The Hermit Of Thebaid O strong, upwelling prayers of faith,
From inmost founts of life ye start,-
The spirit's pulse, the vital breath
421. The Peace Of Europe 'GREAT peace in Europe! Order reigns
From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains!'
So say her kings and priests; so say
422. William Forster The years are many since his hand
Was laid upon my head,
Too weak and young to understand
423. The Star Of Bethlehem Where Time the measure of his hours
By changeful bud and blossom keeps,
And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,
424. The Yankee Girl She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
With a music as sweet as the music which seems
425. A Greeting Thrice welcome from the Land of Flowers
And golden-fruited orange bowers
To this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!
426. The Last Eve Of Summer Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines
Through yon columnar pines,
And on the deepening shadows of the lawn
427. John Underhill A score of years had come and gone
Since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone,
When Captain Underhill, bearing scars
428. Naples ' 1860 I GIVE thee joy!â??I know to thee
The dearest spot on earth must be
Where sleeps thy loved one by the summer sea;
429. To E. C. S. Poet and friend of poets, if thy glass
Detects no flower in winter's tuft of grass,
Let this slight token of the debt I owe
430. A Day Talk not of sad November, when a day
Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,
And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June,
431. The Slaves Of Martinique BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,
As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen.
Dark, but comely, like the maiden in the ancient Jewish song:
432. Marguerite MASSACHUSETTS BAY, 1760.
THE robins sang in the orchard, the buds into
433. Expostulation OUR fellow-countrymen in chains!
Slaves, in a land of light and law!
Slaves, crouching on the very plains
434. The Voices 'WHY urge the long, unequal fight,
Since Truth has fallen in the street,
Or lift anew the trampled light,
435. The Peace Autumn THANK God for rest, where none molest,
And none can make afraid;
For Peace that sits as Plenty's guest
436. What The Voice Said MADDENED by Earth's wrong and evil,
'Lord!' I cried in sudden ire,
'From Thy right hand, clothed with thunder,