I
A hundred years ago this morn,
He came to walk our human way;
And we would change the Crown of Thorn
For healing leaves To-day.

But we can only hang our wreath
Upon the cold white marble's brow;
Tho' loud we speak, or low we breathe,
We cannot reach him now.

He loved us all! he loved so much!
His heart of love the world could hold;
And now the whole wide world, with such
A love, would round him fold.

'Tis long and late before it wakes
So kindly,--yet a true world still;
It hath a heart so large, it takes

Would you hear of the River-Fight?
It was two of a soft spring night; —
God's stars looked down on all,
And all was clear and bright
But the low fog's chilling breath —
Up the River of Death
Sailed the Great Admiral.

On our high poop-deck he stood,
And round him ranged the men
Who have made their birthright good
Of manhood, once and again, —
Lords of helm and of sail,
Tried in tempest and gale,

L EANDER

No more of Memphis and her mighty kings,
Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies
Taught golden commerce to unfurl her sails,
And bid fair science smile: No more of Greece
Where learning next her early visit paid,
And spread her glories to illume the world;
No more of Athens, where she flourished,
And saw her sons of mighty genius rise,
Smooth flowing Plato, Socrates and him
Who with resistless eloquence reviv'd
The spirit of Liberty, and shook the thrones

I

It is an ancyent marinere,
And he stoppeth one of three:
" By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
Now wherefore stoppest me?

The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set —
Mayst hear the merry din."

But still he holds the wedding-guest:
" There was a ship", quoth he —
" Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale,

Anchor

Oft I must strive with wind and wave,
Battle them both when under the sea
I feel out the bottom, a foreign land.
In lying still I am strong in the strife;
If I fail in that they are stronger than I
And, wrenching me loose, soon put me to rout.
They wish to capture what I must keep.
I can master them both if my grip holds out,
If the rocks bring succor and lend support,
Strength in the struggle. Ask me my name!

I come more softly than a bird,
And lovely as a flower;
I sometimes last from year to year
And sometimes but an hour.
I stop the swiftest railroad train
Or break the stoutest tree.
And yet I am afraid of fire
And children play with me.

Li Hsü of Ch'ien-chou is an old friend of mine.
Once, when you were drunk, you insulted him to his face!
Two officials who were on the scene told me what happened,
and I could only hang my head, and feel ashamed inside.

The false words of the Buddhists and Taoists
are a pack of lies!
Anyone who comprehends this truth
is a real Confucian scholar.
Stupid people are manipulated by other stupid people:
they make offerings of thousands in cash,
and don't get one iota of benefit!

NOW , WHETHER it were by peculiar grace ,
A leading from above, a something given,
Yet it befell, that, in this lonely place,
When I with these untoward thoughts had striven,
Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven
I saw a man before me unawares:
The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

XIII

A gentle answer did the old Man make,
In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew;
And him with further words I thus bespake,
" What occupation do you there pursue?

Will you come to the bower I have shaded for you?
Our couch shall be roses all spangled with dew.
Tommy Moore, Tommy Moore, I'll be hang'd if I do,
It would give me a cough, and a rheumatise too.
The girl who is prudent, I take it would rather
Repose (tho' alone) upon horsehair or feather.
Poor Peggy O'Corcoran listened to some
Who sang in her ear, Will you come? Will you come?
She swells and she squaddles . . so what I suppose is
She must have been lying one day upon roses.