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ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 1809-1865.

That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.1 Speech at Gettysburg, Nov. 19, 1863.

With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right. Second Inaugural Address.

THEODORE PARKER. 1810-1860.

There is what I call the American idea. . . . This idea demands, as the proximate organization thereof, a democracy, that is, a government of all the people, by all the people, for all the people; of course, a government of the principles of eternal justice, the unchanging law of God: for shortness' sake I will call it the idea of Freedom.1

Speech at the New England Antislavery Convention,
Boston, May 29, 1850.

THOMAS NOEL.

Rattle his bones over the stones!

He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!

The Pauper's Ride.

1 The people's government, made for the people, made by the people, and answerable to the people. - Daniel Webster, Speech, Jan. 26, 1830.

The freeman casting with unpurchased hand
The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.

Ibid.

To an Insect.

Poetry, a Metrical Essay.

Their discords sting through Burns and Moore,
Like hedgehogs dressed in lace.

You think they are crusaders, sent

From some infernal clime,

To pluck the eyes of Sentiment,
And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody,

And break the legs of Time.

And, since, I never dare to write

As funny as I can.

The Music-Grinders.

Ibid.

The Height of the Ridiculous.

The Last Reader.

When the last reader reads no more.

Thine eye was on the censer,

And not the hand that bore it.

Where go the poet's lines?

Answer, ye evening tapers!

Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,

Speak from your folded papers!

Lines by a Clerk.

The Poet's Lot.

Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure,
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! Urania.

And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,
Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs. Ibid.

You hear that boy laughing? - you think he 's all fun;
But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done;
The children laugh loud as they troop to his call,
And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of
all!
The Boys.

Boston State-house is the hub of the Solar System. You could n't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar. The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, p. 143.

SAMUEL F. SMITH. 1808

My country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain-side

Let freedom ring.

National Hymn.

MARK LEMON. 1809-1870.

O, would I were a boy again,

When life seemed formed of sunny years,

And all the heart then knew of pain

Was wept away in transient tears!

O, would I were a boy again.

JAMES ALDRICH. 1810-1856.

Her suffering ended with the day,

Yet lived she at its close,

And breathed the long, long night away,

In statue-like repose.

But when the sun, in all his state,

Illumed the eastern skies,

She passed through Glory's morning-gate,
And walked in Paradise.

A Death-Bed.

Ibid.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons, when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.

To the Queen.

Broad based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn.

Ibid.

Recollections of the Arabian Nights.

The Poet.

Across the walnuts and the wine. The Miller's Daughter.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,

Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. The Palace of Art.

Her manners had not that repose

Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere.
From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife 1
Smile at the claims of long descent.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,

"T is only noble to be good.2

Kind hearts are more than coronets,

And simple faith than Norman blood.

Stanza 5.

Stanza 7.

1 This line stands in the edition of 1842 (Moxon, 2 vols.), The gardener Adam and his wife,

and has been restored by the author in his edition of 1873. 2 Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus.

Ibid.

Juvenal, Satire viii. Line 20.
To be noble, we 'll be good. - Percy's Reliques, Winifreda.