“The windows of my soul I throwWide open to the sun.”

“If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”

“So all night long the storm roared on:The morning broke without a sun;In tiny spherule traced with linesOf Nature’s geometric signs,In starry flake, and pellicle,All day the hoary meteor fell;And, when the second morning shone,We looked upon a world unknown,On nothing we could call our own.Around the glistening wonder bentThe blue walls of the firmament,No cloud above, no earth below,—A universe of sky and snow!”

“I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.”

“Clothe with life the weak intent,Let me be the thing I meant ...”

“No longer forward or behindI look in hope or fear,But grateful, take the good I find,The best of now and here.”

“And one there was, a dreamer born,Who, with a mission to fulfill,Had left the Muses' haunts to turnThe crank of an opinion-mill,Making his rustic reed of songA weapon in the war with wrong,... "A Tent on the Beach”