to many a lofty song and picture nition—i'd rear
laurel?cover'd monument,
high, high above the rest—to all cut off before their time,
possess'd by some strange spirit of fire,
quench'd by an early death.
a carol closing sixty?nine—a resume—a repetition,
my lines in joy and hope continuing on the same,
of ye, o god, life, nature, freedom, poetry;
of you, my land—your rivers, prairies, states—you, mottled flag i love,
your aggregate retain'd entire—of north, south, east and in my breast,
the body e inertia
falling pall?like round me,
the burning fires dogish blood not yet extinct,
the undiminish'd faith—the groups of loving friends.
approaching, nearing, curious,
thou dim, uncertain spectre—bringest thou life or death?
strength, ood? or leave me here as no, screeching?
centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
all, all alike endear'd, groro or old,
strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
perennial rand, sane, to, seated mother,
chair'd in the adamant of time.
the pilot in the mist
steaming the northern rapids—(an old st. la for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;）
again 'tis just at morning—a heavy haze contends ain the trembling, laboring vessel veers me—i press through
foam?dash'd rocks that almost touch me,
again i mark overning hand.
had i the choice
had i the choice to tally greatest bards,
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