Open the casement, and up with the Sun! His gallant journey is just begun; Over the hills his chariot is roll'd, Banner'd with glory, and burnish'd with gold,- Over the hills he comes sublime, Bridegroom of Earth, and brother of Time!

How gladly would I wander through some strange and savage land, The lasso at my saddle-bow, the rifle in my hand, A leash of gallant mastiffs bounding by my si…

Hush,-for the halo of calmness is spreading Over my spirit as mild as a dove; Hush,-for the angel of comfort is shedding Over my body his vial of love; Hush,-f…

Who shall guess what I may be? Who can tell my fortune to me? For, bravest and brightest that ever was sung May be-and shall be-the lot of the young!