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SANDS AT SEVENTY.

THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS.

THE FIRST DANDELION

AMERICA

MEMORIES.

TO-DAY AND THEE

AFTER THE Dazzle of Day

ABRAHAM LINCOLN, BORN FEB. 12, 1809

OUT OF MAY'S SHOWS SELECTED

HALCYON DAYS

FANCIES AT NAVESINK

(The Pilot in the Mist-Had I the Choice- You Tides With Ceaseless

Swell-Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning-And Yet Not You

- Proudly the Flood Comes In- By That Long Scan of

Waves-Then Last of All.)

Alone

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NAY, TELL ME NOT TO-DAY THE PUBLISH'D SHAME

SUPPLEMENT HOURS

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OF MANY A SMUTCH'D DEED REMINISCENT

TO BE AT ALL

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DEATH'S VALLEY

ON THE SAME PICTURE

A THOUGHT OF COLUMBUS

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A BACKWARD GLANCE O'ER TRAVEL'D ROADS

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INSCRIPTIONS

ONE'S-SELF I SING.

NE'S-SELF I sing, a simple separate person,

ONE's ufter the word Democratic, word En-Masse.

Of physiology from top to toe I sing,

Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse say the Form complete is worthier far,

The Female equally with the Male I sing.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.

AS I PONDER'D IN SILENCE.

As I ponder'd in silence,

Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect,
Terrible in beauty, age, and power,

The genius of poets of old lands,

As to me directing like flame its eyes,

With finger pointing to many immortal songs,

And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said,

Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards ? And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,

The making of perfect soldiers.

Be it so, then I answer'd,

I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one

than any,

Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering,