This is a grassy ghetto, and no home.

And my tears, too, have stained this heirloomed ground, When reading in these treatises some weird Miracle, I turned a leaf and found A white hair fallen from …

For the tourist's brown pennies scattered at the old church door, the ragged papooses jump, and bite the dust.

Where are the braves, the faces like autumn fruit, who stared at the child from the coloured frontispiece?

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

What was the use of my having come from Oakland it was not natural to have come from there yes write about if I like or anything if I like but not there, there…

If you would see how interwoven it is in the warp and woof of civilization ... go at night-fall to the top of one of the down-town steel giants and you may see…