POEMS:

The Greek Boy

The Past

7

"Upon the Mountain's Distant Head"

The Evening Wind

"When the Firmament Quivers with Daylight's Young Beam"

"Innocent Child and Snow-white Flower"

The Arctic Lover

The Journey of Life.

TRANSLATIONS:

Version of a Fragment of Simonides

From the Spanish of Villegas

The Siesta. (From the Spanish)

Mary Magdalen. (From the Spanish of Bartolomé Leonardo de Argen-
sola).

The Life of the Blessed. (From the Spanish of Luis Ponce de Leon)

Fatima and Raduan. (From the Spanish).

Love and Folly. (From La Fontaine).

The Alcayde of Molina. (From the Spanish).

The Death of Aliatar. (From the Spanish)

. 165

Love in the Age of Chivalry.

(From Peyre Vidal, the Troubadour)

168

The Love of God. (From the Provençal of Bernard Rascas)

From the Spanish of Pedro de Castro y Añaya

Sonnet. (From the Portuguese of Semedo)

Song. (From the Spanish of Iglesias).

The Count of Greiers. (From the German of Uhland)

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172

The Serenade. (From the Spanish)

174

A Northern Legend. (From the German of Uhland)

176

The Paradise of Tears. (From the German of N. Müller)

The Lady of Castle Windeck. (From the German of Chamisso)

LATER POEMS:

A Rain Dream

Robert of Lincoln

The Twenty-seventh of March

An Invitation to the Country

Song for New-Year's Eve

The Wind and Stream

The Lost Bird.-From the Spanish of Carolina Coronado

The Night-Journey of a River

The Life that Is

The Ruins of Italica. From the Spanish of Rioja

Not Yet

Waiting by the Gate.

Our Country's Call

The Constellations

The Third of November, 1861

The Mother's Hymn

Sella

The Fifth Book of Homer's Odyssey.-Translated

The Little People of the Snow

POEMS.

THE AGES.

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 honored 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 coldThose pure and happy times—the golden days of old.