The Spirit-Land
Father! thy wonders do not singly stand,
Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed;…
Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed;…
Death
The Prospect
Methinks we do as fretful children do,
Leaning their faces on the window-pane
To sigh…
Leaning their faces on the window-pane
To sigh…
The Good Man in Hell
If a good man were ever housed in Hell
By needful error of the qualities,…
By needful error of the qualities,…
Like Decorations
In the far South the sun of autumn is passing
Like Walt Whitman walking along…
Like Walt Whitman walking along…
The Deathbed
We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her…
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her…
Song of Saul before his Last Battle
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or sword
Pierce me in leading the host of…
Pierce me in leading the host of…