To dry their fringes of gold-green moss.
The Wreck of Rivermouth.
So shall the Northern Pioneer go joyful on his way
To wed Penobscot’s waters to San Francisco’s bay.
The Crisis.
Thank God that I have lived to see the time
When the great truth begins at last to find
An utterance from the deep heart of mankind,
Earnest and clear, that all Revenge is Crime!