THE CROSS. Though in the sacred place he stands, Or name aright that dread embrace ASTRÆEA. "Jove means to settle Astræa in her seat again, O POET rare and old ! The new Saturnian lies. The universal prayer And hope are not in vain ; Perish shall all which takes Free from its bonds the mind, Just men no longer pine Behind their prison-bars; Through the rent dungeon shine The free sun and the stars. Earth own, at last, untrod By sect, or caste, or clan, The fatherhood of God, The brotherhood of man! Fraud fail, craft perish, forth The money-changers driven, And God's will done on earth, As now in heaven! INVOCATION. THROUGH thy clear spaces, Lord, of old, Formless and void the dead earth rolled; 203 How didst thou, in thy generous youth, Thy cross of suffering and of shame Thine was the seed-time; God alone Yet, unforgotten where it lies, EVA. DRY the tears for holy Eva, For the golden locks of Eva In the better home of Eva Let the shining ones receive her, All is light and peace with Eva; Weep no more for happy Eva, Wrong and sin no more shall grieve her; TO FREDRIKA BREMER.5 SEERESS of the misty Norland, When the moon of summer shines We have known and loved thee lor By the mansion's marble mantel, Round the log-walled cabin's heart!. Thy sweet thoughts andnorthern fancit Meet and mingle with our mirth. And o'er weary spirits keeping Sorrow's night-watch, long and chi Shine they like thy sun of summer Over midnight vale and hill. We alone to thee are strangers, Thou our friend and teacher art; Come, and know us as we know the Let us meet thee heart to heart! To our homes and household altars We, in turn, thy steps would lead, As thy loving hand has led us O'er the threshold of the Swede. STANZAS FOR THE TIMES. 'er the cold winter-beds of their latewaking roots 'he frosty flake eddies, the ice-crystal shoots; And, longing for light, under winddriven heaps, Kound the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers! We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south! For the touch of thy light wings, the kiss of thy mouth; or the yearly evangel thou bearest from God, Iesurrection and life to the graves of the sod! Vp our long river-valley, for days, have not ceased The wail and the shriek of the bitter northeast, aw and chill, as if winnowed through ices and snow, All the way from the land of the wild Esquimau, Jntil all our dreams of the land of the blest, ike that red hunter's, turn to the sunny southwest. soul of the spring-time, its light and its breath, Bring warmth to this coldness, bring life to this death; Renew the great miracle; let us behoid he stone from the mouth of the sepul chre rolled, And Nature, like Lazarus, rise, as of 205 Than web of Persian loom most rare, Or soft divan, Better the rough rock, bleak and bare, Or hollow tree, which man may share With suffering man. I hear a voice: "Thus saith the Law, Clasping her liberal hands in awe, I hear another voice: "The poor Dear Lord! between that law and thee No choice remains ; Yet not untrue to man's decree, Not mine Sedition's trumpet-blast I read the lesson of the Past, O clear-eyed Faith, and Patience, thou So calm and strong! Lend strength to weakness, teach us how The sleepless eyes of God look through This night of wrong! A SABBATH SCENE. SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath-bell When down the summer-shaded street Came rushing wild and eager. She saw the white spire through the trees, She heard the sweet hymn swelling: Like a scared fawn before the hounds, She raised a keen and bitter cry, To Heaven and Earth appealing :Were manhood's generous pulses dead? Had woman's heart no feeling? A score of stout hands rose between Age clenched his staff, and maiden eyes REMEMBRANCE. My brain took fire: "Is this," I cried, The end of prayer and preaching? Then down with pulpit, down with priest, And give us Nature's teaching ! "Foul shame and scorn be on ye all "Than garbled text or parchment law Just then I felt the deacon's hand I started up,-where now were church, But, on the open window's sill, The wind of summer lifted. And flower and vine, like angel wings And freely from the cherry-bough Above the casement swinging, With golden bosom to the sun, The oriole was singing. As bird and flower made plain of old For to my ear methought the breeze Bore Freedom's blessed word on; THUS SAITH THE LORD: BREAK EVERY YOKE, UNDO THE HEAVY BURDEN! REMEMBRANCE. 207 WITH COPIES OF THE AUTHOR'S WRIT INGS. FRIEND of mine! whose lot was cast Fact and fancy, thought and theme, For the calm thy kindness lent Gentle words where such were few, For a waking dream made good, For thy marvellous gift to cull Thoughts and fancies, Hybla's bees Still for these I own my debt; And as one who scatters flowers In superfluous zeal bestowing To thy full thoughts, gay or sad, Well assured that thou wilt take |