BENEATH the low-hung night cloud
That raked her splintering mast
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I wait and watch: before my eyes
Methinks the night grows thin and gray;
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The shadows round the inland sea
Are deepening into night;
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Though flowers have perished at the touch
Of Frost, the early comer,
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UNDER the great hill sloping bare
To cove and meadow and Common lot,
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A DREAR and desolate shore!
Where no tree unfolds its leaves,
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Read at the unveiling of the bust of Elizabeth Fry at the Friends'
School, Providence, R. I.
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THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and ten
Walked blameless through the evil world, and then,
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THE winding way the serpent takes
The mystic water took,
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The Benedictine Echard
Sat by the wayside well,
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Smoothing soft the nestling head
Of a maiden fancy-led,
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Thou hast fallen in thine armor,
Thou martyr of the Lord
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WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.
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Yes, pile the marble o'er him! It is well
That ye who mocked him in his long stern strife,
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Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the root
Of old oppression sink the Saxon steel.
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WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS.
Dear friends, who read the world aright,
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AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE
Old friend, kind friend! lightly down
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The years are many since his hand
Was laid upon my head,
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If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
Than praise the right; if seldom to thine ear
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So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame,
Tekoa's prophet-herdsman smote with blame
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How sweetly come the holy psalms
From saints and martyrs down,
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In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,
Across the charmed bay
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The great work laid upon his twoscore years
Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears,
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ON READING HER POEM IN "THE STANDARD."
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Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn
Beside her sea-blown shore;
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The lowliest born of all the land,
He wrung from Fate's reluctant hand
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Dry the tears for holy Eva,
With the blessed angels leave her;
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Amidst these glorious works of Thine,
The solemn minarets of the pine,
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"Let there be light!" God spake of old,
And over chaos dark and cold,
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THROUGH the streets of Marblehead
Fast the red-winged terror sped;
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