- Thus Saith The Lord, I Offer Thee Three Things
In poisonous dens, where traitors hide
Like bats that fear the day,
While all the land our charters claim
Is sweating blood and breathing flame,
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- J. D. R
The friends that are, and friends that were,
What shallow waves divide!
I miss the form for many a year
Still seated at my side.
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- At The Summit
Sister, we bid you welcome, - we who stand
On the high table-land;
We who have climbed life's slippery Alpine slope,
And rest, still leaning on the staff of hope,
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- Humboldt's Birthday
Ere yet the warning chimes of midnight sound,
Set back the flaming index of the year,
Track the swift-shifting seasons in their round
Through fivescore circles of the swinging sphere!
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- Hymn At The Funeral Services Of Charles Sumner, April 29, 1874
Once more, ye sacred towers,
Your solemn dirges sound;
Strew, loving hands, the April flowers,
Once more to deck his mound.
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