Tho' train'd in arms, and learn'd in martial arts,
Thou chusest not to conquer men, but hearts;
Expecting nations for thy triumphs wait,
But thou preferr'st the name of Just to Great.
So Jove suspends his subject-world to doom,
Which would he please to thunder he'd consume.
O! could the ghosts of mighty heroes dead
Return on earth, and quit th' Elysian shade,
Brutus to James would trust the people's cause;
Thy justice is a stronger guard than laws:
Marius and Sylla would resign to thee,
Nor Caesar and great Pompey rivals be,

Now let me unknit my life away from yours!
So closely, so tightly,
In so perplexed a pattern are we knitted together:
Stitch with stitch, thread with thread,
Twisted over and under and over —
O seamless!
Though with knives we rend and tear,
Though the garment of our love be utterly destroyed,
We will unknit those strands;
Those intertwining, soft,
Tight-woven fibers that tangle and cling —
Now we will unknit those strands!

I.

Shout brethren for the Lord hath broke
The fatal bands of Pharoah's yoke!
Our souls have left the slavish ground,
And now to Canaan's land are bound.

II.

GOD hath destroy'd by his high hand
Both horse and rider in the sand;
And we with Miriam will sing
All glory to the Hebrew's King.

III.

He still will make our foes to fall
He'll be our Captain, strength and all;
Our Jesus leads us by his hand
For to possess the promis'd land.

IV.

Then let us tread the desert thro',

Your love is terrible.
Oh, do not love me so much!
Sometimes there are moments
Fear comes to me because of our love,
That it is a prison about me, holding me in,
That it owns me, owns the separateness of me.

Oh, I am bound down with love!
Like bands about me is our love;
Fastened over my wrists, fastened on my head,
Fastened on my mouth, to stifle;
Catching and holding me, each move and reach;
So that I forget it is love that holds me,
So that I only wish to push it from me,
To loosen those cords, those thongs about me.

Can forms , like yours , want Ornament of dress?
Beauty, like truth , shines most in Nakedness .
Dressing may skreen deformities from view,
But, e'en, adornment does but shadow YOU !
Most , but by what they wear , are lovely made,
You, Madam, lose , whene'er you seek such aid .
While others dress, their lover's hearts to warm ,
You put off nothing, but what veil'd a charm!

I.

As near to Calvary I pass
Methinks I see a bloody cross,
Where a poor victim hangs;
His flesh with ragged irons tore,
His limbs all dress'd with purple gore,
Gasping in dying pangs.

II.

Surpriz'd the spectacle to see,
I ask'd who can this victim be,

You are not hungry, you are not cold;
And yet my hands are always reaching
To feed you, to wrap you about,
Wearying you with their care.
Why are my hands so foolish?

Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear,
Do he be gone forever,
For he no dead, he still live here,
And he from here go never.

Like on a sand me mark him face,
De wave come roll him over,
De mark him go, but still the place
'Tis easy to discover.

II.

I see fore now de tree de flower,
He droop like Orra, surely,
And den by'm bye there come a shower,

IN THE FIRST YEAR OF HIS MAJESTY'S REIGN .

May all thy years, like this, auspicious be,
And bring thee crowns, and peace, and victory!
Scarce hadst thou time t' unsheath thy conqu'ring blade;
It did but glitter, and the rebels fled.
Thy sword, the safeguard of thy brother's throne,
Is now as much the bulwark of thy own.
Aw'd by thy fame, the trembling nations send
Throughout the world to court so firm a friend;
The guilty senates that refus'd thy sway
Repent their crime, and hasten to obey;

They said: " Thus do we choose,
And thus far we will go,
And the rest of love, refuse;
The rest we need not know
And never need to dread;
Or we will put it off until a fairer day. "

But love was more than they,
And where love led
They had to follow in their own despite:
Beyond those boundaries their thoughts had named.

Ah, little they knew of love's impetuous might,
To dream that they could stop love in full course —
Ah, little they knew, to dream love could be tamed!