THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON (1823-1911) To Duty Light of dim mornings; shield from heat and cold; Searchest with probes, though the death-touch be given; Oh, can it be, thine other name is Heaven? GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS (1824-1892) I walked beside the evening sea, But still the legions charged the beach; I homeward turned from out the gloom,— It was my heart, that like a sea It said "Dream on!" and "Dream no more!" CHARLES GODFREY LELAND (1824-1903) Hans Breitmann's Party Hans Breitmann gife a barty, Dey had biano-blayin ; I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau, Hans Breitmann gife a barty. Und vent shpinnen round und round. Hans Breitmann gife a barty, Und venefer dey knocks de shpicket in, I dinks dat so vine a barty Hans Breitmann gife a barty; Dere all vas Souse und Brouse, Dey ate das Brot und Gensy broost, Hans Breitmann gife a barty; I poot mine mout to a parrel of bier, Und de gompany fited mit daple-lecks Hans Breitmann gife a barty- Dat float on de moundain's prow? Where ish de himmelstrahlende Stern- All goned afay mit de Lager Beer- The Two Friends I have two friends-two glorious friends-two better could not be, And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me. The first was shot by Carlist thieves-ten years ago in Spain. The second drowned near Alicante-while I alive remain. I love to see their dim white forms come floating through the night, And grieve to see them fade away in early morning light. The first with gnomes in the Under Land is leading a lordly life, The second has married a mermaiden, a beautiful water-wife. And since I have friends in the Earth and Sea-with a few, I trust, on high, 'Tis a matter of small account to me-the way that I may die. For whether I sink in the foaming flood, or swing on the triple tree, Or die in my bed, as a Christian should, is all the same to me. BAYARD TAYLOR (1825-1878) Song Daughter of Egypt, veil thine eyes! Nor will I touch with sacrifice Those altars of desire. For they are flames that shun the day, Is fed from natures gone astray The stars of Beauty and of Sin, Then veil their glow, lest I forswear Bedouin Song From the Desert I come to thee And the leaves of the Judgment Look from thy window and see And I faint in thy disdain. And melt thee to hear the vow Of a love that shall not die And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment My steps are nightly driven, Open the door of thy heart, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment JULIA CAROLINE RIPLEY DORR (1825-1913) Two Paths A path across a meadow fair and sweet, Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet, A path worn smooth by his impetuous feet. A path across the meadow fair and sweet, Still sweet and fair where blooms and grasses meetA path worn smooth by his reluctant feet. A long, straight path-and, at its end, a gate JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER (1825-1906) The Fight at the San Jacinto "Now for a brisk and cheerful fight!" As he coaxed his flint and steel for a light, And these bold señores, two to one, Have come to smoke us out." Santa Anna and Castillon, Almonte brave and gay, Portilla red from Goliad, And Cos with his smart array. And the light guitar, ting-tum! And Sam Houston taps his drum. The buck stands still in the timber- And the mustang's snort in the river sedge |