No sign we saw, we heard no voices call; Yet, loving beauty, thou couldst pass And for the poor deny it by, Cast down its shadow, like an awful Thyself, and see thy fresh, sweet flower doubt, On all who sat without. of fame Wither in blight and blame. 60 Of many a hint of life beyond the veil, 25 Sharing His love who holds in His And many a ghostly tale Wherewith the ages spanned the gulf between The seen and the unseen, embrace The lowliest of our race, Sure the Divine economy must be Conservative of thee! Seeking from omen, trance, and dream For truth must live with truth, self to gain Solace to doubtful pain, 30 sacrifice Seek out its great allies; 65 And touch, with groping hands, the gar- Good must find good by gravitation sure, ment hem 35 1881. As a guest who may not stay Of the sweetness and the zest Warm of heart and clear of brain, Now that thou hast gone away, What is there to gloss or shun? 5 ΙΟ 15 Wilson WILSON. 235 Read at the Massachusetts Club on the seventieth anniversary of the birthday of Vice-President Wilson, February 16, 1882. THE lowliest born of all the land, He fed his soul with noble aims. By the low hearth-fire's fitful blaze 5 ΙΟ 16 The sage's thought, the patriot's speech; Unhelped, alone, himself he taught, 35 His school the craft at which he wrought, His lore the book within his reach. 40 45 50 25 He stood the unquestioned peer of all. With glance intuitive he saw 30 36 THE POET AND THE CHILDREN. LONGFELLOW. WITH a glory of winter sunshine He sat on his last birthday; With his books and his pleasant pictures, It came from his own fair city, From the prairie's boundless plain, And the cedarn woods of Maine. The lays of his life's glad morning, All their beautiful consolations, Grateful, but solemn and tender, 6 A WELCOME TO LOWELL. TAKE our hands, James Russell Lowell, To-day we bid thee welcome In the long years of thy absence For the hands that cannot clasp thee, Ιό A grateful welcome home! For Cedarcroft's sweet singer ΙΟ 15 20 25 With a joy akin to sadness The golden lips are still! For her whose life of duty The last of earth and the first of heaven And waiting a little longer For the wonderful change to come, He heard the Summoning Angel, 35 Who calls God's children home! And to him in a holier welcome Was the mystical meaning given Of the words of the blessed Master: For the old friends unforgotten, 'Of such is the kingdom of heaven!' 40 I speak their heart-warm greeting; 1882. Come back and take thy own! 40 Who sang Saint Agnes' Eve! How passing And Avalon's rock; make populous the fair sea Hershapes took color in thy homestead air! Round Grand Manan with eager finny How on thy canvas even her dreams were truth! Magician who from commonest elements ΙΟ If rightly choosing is the painter's test, Thy choice, O master, ever was the best. 1885. MULFORD. swarms, Break the long calms, and charm away the storms. OAK KNOLL, 23, 3rd mo., 1886. SAMUEL J. TILDEN. ; ONCE Author of The Nation and The Republic of God. The worth we doubted or forgot UNNOTED as the setting of a star He passed; and sect and party scarcely knew When from their midst a sage and seer withdrew To fitter audience, where the great dead are In God's republic of the heart and mind, 1886. TO A CAPE ANN SCHOONER. LUCK to the craft that bears this name of mine, Good fortune follow with her golden spoon Until beside his hearse? Ambitious, cautious, yet the man To strike down fraud with resolute hand; A patriot, if a partisan, He loved his native land. So let the mourning bells be rung, The banner droop its folds half way, And while the public pen and tongue 15 Their fitting tribute pay, |