of Bernard Rascas)
  From The Spanish of Pedro de Castro y Anaya deg. 
  Sonnet. (From the Portuguese of Semedo)
  Song. (From the Spanish of Iglesias)
  The Count of Greiers. (From the German of Uhland)
  The Serenade. (From the Spanish)
  A Northern Legend. (From the German of Uhland)

Later poems.
  To the Apennines
  Earth
  The Knight’s Epitaph
  The Hunter of the Prairies
  Seventy-Six
  The Living Lost
  Catterskill Falls
  The Strange Lady
  Life deg. 
  “Earth’s children cleave to earth”
  The Hunter’s Vision
  The Green Mountain Boys deg. 
  A Presentiment
  The Child’s Funeral deg. 
  The Battlefield
  The Future Life
  The Death of Schiller deg. 
  The Fountain deg. 
  The Winds
  The Old Man’s Counsel deg. 
  Lines in Memory of William Leggett
  An Evening Revery deg. 
  The Painted Cup deg. 
  A Dream
  The Antiquity of Freedom
  The Maiden’s Sorrow
  The Return of Youth
  A Hymn of the Sea
  Noon. deg. (From an unfinished Poem)
  The Crowded Street
  The White-footed Deer deg. 
  The Waning Moon
  The Stream of Life

Notes ( deg.)

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POEMS.

The ages. deg.

I.

  When to the common rest that crowns our days,
  Called in the noon of life, the good man goes,
  Or full of years, and ripe in wisdom, lays
  His silver temples in their last repose;
  When, o’er the buds of youth, the death-wind blows,
  And blights the fairest; when our bitter tears
  Stream, as the eyes of those that love us close,
  We think on what they were, with many fears
Lest goodness die with them, and leave the coming years: 

II.

  And therefore, to our hearts, the days gone by,—­
  When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept,
  And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye,
  And beat in many a heart that long has slept,—­
  Like spots of earth where angel-feet have stepped—­
  Are holy; and high-dreaming bards have told
  Of times when worth was crowned, and faith was kept,
  Ere friendship grew a snare, or love waxed cold—­
Those pure and happy times—­the golden days of old.

III.

  Peace to the just man’s memory,—­let it grow
  Greener with years, and blossom through the flight
  Of ages; let the mimic canvas show
  His calm benevolent features; let the light
  Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight
  Of all but heaven, and in the book of fame,
  The glorious record of his virtues write,
  And hold it up to men, and bid them claim
A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame.