"The bud is on the bough again, The leaf is on the tree."

The Meeting of Spring and Summer.

"I have heard the mavis singing Its love-song to the morn; I 've seen the dew-drop clinging To the rose just newly born."

Mary of Argyle.

"We have lived and loved together Through many changing years; We have shared each other's gladness, And wept each other's tears."

We have lived and loved together.

"I 'm sitting on the stile, Mary, Where we sat side by side."

Lament of the Irish Emigrant.

"I 'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; But oh they love the better still The few our Father sends!"

Lament of the Irish Emigrant.

"Look, then, into thine heart, and write!"

Voices of the Night. Prelude.

"Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem."

A Psalm of Life.

"Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul."

A Psalm of Life.

"Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave."

A Psalm of Life.

"Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living present! Heart within, and God o'erhead!"

A Psalm of Life.

"Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time."

A Psalm of Life.

"Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait."

A Psalm of Life.

"There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between."

The Reaper and the Flowers.

"The star of the unconquered will."

The Light of Stars.

"Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know erelong,-- Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong."

The Light of Stars.

"Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine."

Flowers.

"The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain."

Midnight Mass.

"No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears."

Sunrise on the Hills.

"No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own."

Endymion.

"For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest!"

It is not always May.

"Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary."

The Rainy Day.

"The prayer of Ajax was for light."

The Goblet of Life.

"O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!"

The Goblet of Life.

"Standing with reluctant feet Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!"

Maidenhood.

"O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands; life hath snares!"

Maidenhood.

"She floats upon the river of his thoughts."

The Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3.

"A banner with the strange device."

Excelsior.

"This is the place. Stand still, my steed,-- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been."

A Gleam of Sunshine.

"The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight."

The Day is done.

"A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain."

The Day is done.

"And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away."

The Day is done.

"Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!"

The Building of the Ship.

"Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,-- Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,--are all with thee!"

The Building of the Ship.

"The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark."

The Fire of Drift-wood.

"There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there; There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair."

Resignation.

"The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead."

Resignation.

"But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise."

Resignation.

"What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps."

Resignation.

"There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death."

Resignation.

"Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead."

Resignation.

"In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere."

The Builders.

"This is the forest primeval."

Evangeline. Part i.

"When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music."

Evangeline. Part i. 1.

"Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels."

Evangeline. Part i. 3.

"And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever."

Evangeline. Part ii. 5.

"God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting."

The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.

"Into a world unknown,--the corner-stone of a nation!"

The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.

"Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame."

The Ladder of Saint Augustine.

"The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night."

The Ladder of Saint Augustine.

"The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken."

The Herons of Elmwood.