...blameless adore : For the joy of the happy, the strength of the free, Are spread in a garment of glory o er thee. Up ! up to yon cliff ! like a king to his throne...springs up in love of thy breast, Lo ! the clouds in the depths of the sky are at rest ; And the race of the wild. winds is o'er on the hill ! In the hush of...

...eliff ! like a king to his throne! O'er the blaek silent forest piled lofty and lone — A throne whieh the eagle is glad to resign Unto footsteps so fleet...heather springs up in love of thy breast, Lo! the elouds in the depths of the sky are at rest; And the raee of the wild winds is o'er on the hill ! In...

...and the beautiful ! — hail ! Hail ! idol divine ! — whom nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim...springs up in love of thy breast, Lo ! the clouds in the depths of the sky are at rest ; And the race of the wild winds is o'er on the hill ! In the hush of...

...For the joy of the happy, the strength of the free, Are spread in a garment of glory o^er thee. Up I up to yon cliff ! like a king to his throne ! O'er...springs up in love of thy breast. Lo ! the clouds in the depths of the sky are at rest ; And the race of the wild winds is o*er on the hill ! In the hush of...

...say this for those who may dwell too much on the' author not facing in the front rank of poets. '• Up, up, to yon cliff! like a king to his throne. O'er...footsteps so fleet and so fearless as thine. There your branches now toss in the storm of delight, Like the arms of the pine on yon shelterless height,...

...up to yon cliff ! like a king to his throne I O'er the mack silent forest piled lofty and tone — A throne which the eagle is glad to resign Unto footsteps so fleet :md so fearless as thine. There the bright heather springe up In k)vc of thy breast. Lo ! the clouds...

...beautiful ! — hail ! Hail ! idol divine ! — whom nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill -tops siuce ry. By torch and trumpet depths of the sky are at rest; And the race of the wild winds is o'er on the hill! In the hush of the...

...Up! np to you cliff! like a king to his throne! O'er the black silent forest piled lofty and loue — a dart at thee ! THE SWEET NEGLECT. depths of the sky are at rest; And tho raco of the wild winds is o'er on the hill! In the hush of tho...

...the beautiful ! — hail! Hail ! Idol divine ! — whom Nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone...rest; And the race of the wild winds is o'er on the haii In the hush of the mountains, ye antlers lie still — Though your branches now toss in the storm...

...hath borne O'er a hundred hilltops since the mists of the morn — Whom the pilgrim lone wand'ring on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by him,...springs up in love of thy breast; Lo ! the clouds in the depths of the sky are at rest, And the race of the wild winds is o'er on the hill ! In the hush of...