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,-for new slumbers are over me stealing, Thus would I court them again and again, Hush,-for my heart is intoxicate,-reeling In the swift waltz of my beautiful brain!

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,-…

The dews of Hermon rest upon thee now, Fair saint and martyr! and yet once again Faith, hope and charity, like gracious rain, Fall on thy consecrated virgin br…

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…