The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses–showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o’er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back. Within the city’s bounds the time of flowers Comes […]

Chained in the market-place he stood, A man of giant frame, Amid the gathering multitude That shrunk to hear his name– All stern of look and strong of limb, His dark eye on the ground:– And silently they gazed on him, As on a lion bound. Vainly, but well, that chief had fought, He was […]

Gather him to his grave again, And solemnly and softly lay, Beneath the verdure of the plain, The warrior’s scattered bones away. Pay the deep reverence, taught of old, The homage of man’s heart to death; Nor dare to trifle with the mould Once hallowed by the Almighty’s breath. The soul hath quickened every part– […]

Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground? There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky; The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his […]

‘Tis a bleak wild hill,–but green and bright In the summer warmth and the mid-day light; There’s the hum of the bee and the chirp of the wren, And the dash of the brook from the alder glen; There’s the sound of a bell from the scattered flock, And the shade of the beech lies […]

Our free flag is dancing In the free mountain air, And burnished arms are glancing, And warriors gathering there; And fearless is the little train Whose gallant bosoms shield it; The blood that warms their hearts shall stain That banner, ere they yield it. –Each dark eye is fixed on earth, And brief each solemn […]

A power is on the earth and in the air, From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid, And shelters him, in nooks of deepest shade, From the hot steam and from the fiery glare. Look forth upon the earth–her thousand plants Are smitten; even the dark sun-loving maize Faints in the field beneath the torrid […]

The quiet August noon has come, A slumberous silence fills the sky, The fields are still, the woods are dumb, In glassy sleep the waters lie. And mark yon soft white clouds that rest Above our vale, a moveless throng; The cattle on the mountain’s breast Enjoy the grateful shadow long. Oh, how unlike those […]

I would not always reason. The straight path Wearies us with its never-varying lines, And we grow melancholy. I would make Reason my guide, but she should sometimes sit Patiently by the way-side, while I traced The mazes of the pleasant wilderness Around me. She should be my counsellor, But not my tyrant. For the […]

Chains may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee, Tell, of the iron heart! they could not tame! For thou wert of the mountains; they proclaim The everlasting creed of liberty. That creed is written on the untrampled snow, Thundered by torrents which no power can hold, Save that of God, when he sends forth his […]

Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh, I know thy breath in the burning sky! And I wait, with a thrill in every vein, For the coming of the hurricane! And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales, Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails; Silent and slow, and terribly strong, The […]

Cool shades and dews are round my way, And silence of the early day; Mid the dark rocks that watch his bed, Glitters the mighty Hudson spread, Unrippled, save by drops that fall From shrubs that fringe his mountain wall; And o’er the clear still water swells The music of the Sabbath bells. All, save […]

Upon the mountain’s distant head, With trackless snows for ever white, Where all is still, and cold, and dead, Late shines the day’s departing light. But far below those icy rocks, The vales, in summer bloom arrayed, Woods full of birds, and fields of flocks, Are dim with mist and dark with shade. ‘Tis thus, […]

Thy bower is finished, fairest! Fit bower for hunter’s bride– Where old woods overshadow The green savanna’s side. I’ve wandered long, and wandered far, And never have I met, In all this lovely western land, A spot so lovely yet. But I shall think it fairer, When thou art come to bless, With thy sweet […]

Innocent child and snow-white flower! Well are ye paired in your opening hour. Thus should the pure and the lovely meet, Stainless with stainless, and sweet with sweet. White as those leaves, just blown apart, Are the folds of thy own young heart; Guilty passion and cankering care Never have left their traces there. Artless […]

When the firmament quivers with daylight’s young beam, And the woodlands awaking burst into a hymn, And the glow of the sky blazes back from the stream, How the bright ones of heaven in the brightness grow dim. Oh! ’tis sad, in that moment of glory and song, To see, while the hill-tops are waiting […]

Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool’st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow: Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome […]

Thine eyes shall see the light of distant skies: Yet, COLE! thy heart shall bear to Europe’s strand A living image of thy native land, Such as on thine own glorious canvas lies; Lone lakes–savannas where the bison roves– Rocks rich with summer garlands–solemn streams– Skies, where the desert eagle wheels and screams– Spring bloom […]

(Supposed to Be Written At a Hamlet Near the Foot of Mont Blanc) Not from the sands or cloven rocks, Thou rapid Arve! thy waters flow; Nor earth, within her bosom, locks Thy dark unfathomed wells below. Thy springs are in the cloud, thy stream Begins to move and murmur first Where ice-peaks feel the […]

These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name– The Prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo! they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if the […]