From dull world’s slavery, and sordid taint,
The soil and rust of cities, spirits faint—
O fill us with new life, and give us cheer,
Whom life’s best gifts—Art, Love, and Freedom greet.
A DAY IN EARLY SPRING
THOU art the bride of Light, most glorious morn!
Issuing to meet thy lord—thy crystal gate
Flung wide by flame-winged hours—where he doth wait
Till from thy face the æthereal veil be torn: