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POEMS.
Till on thy shore my sails are furled,
O land, sweet land! New World! my world!
O land, sweet land! New World! my world!
O land, sweet land! New World! my world!
I cross again, again, again
The magic seas. Each time I reign
Crowned conqueror. Each time remain
New shores on which my sails are furled,
A sweeter land! A newer world!
I cross again, again, again
The magic seas. Each time I reign
Crowned conqueror. Each time remain
New shores on which my sails are furled,
A sweeter land! A newer world!
O world, New World! Sweet land, my land!
I come to-day, as first I came.
The sea is swift, the sky is flame.
My low song sings thy nameless name.
Lovers who love, ye understand!
O sweetest world! O sweetest world!
I come to-day, as first I came.
The sea is swift, the sky is flame.
My low song sings thy nameless name.
Lovers who love, ye understand!
O sweetest world! O sweetest world!
October 2, 1871.
OPPORTUNITY.
DO not know if, climbing some steep hillThrough fragrant wooded pass, this glimpse I bought;
Or whether in some midday I was caught
To upper air, where visions of God's will
In pictures to our quickened sense fulfil
His word. But this I saw:
A path I sought
Through wall of rock. No human fingers wrought
The golden gates which opened, sudden, still,
And wide. My fear was hushed by my delight.
Surpassing fair the lands; my path lay plain;
