Bird of the summering North, Whither away? Fly you so gaily forth Simply to stay Nested in northern bowers Till the late flushing flowers Turn in October hours Ashen and gray? ...
Adieu to France! Land of the Brave, farewell! Sleep sweetly there, thy sons will watch by thee, High as thy hills their burning blood will swell, To leave thee as they find thee, fair and free....
The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men, Tarry ye not in Egypt! He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he'll smite them and smite them again and again. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not,...
I plead with tears to thee, Sweet warbler of the shade, Breathe not such strains to me, The sweetest ever made. Who bade thee slight my woes? Who taught to pierce my heart?...
Weep not for him who, in the battle dying, Lives in the lays of those he sought to save; Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying, Finds in his native land a patriot's grave;...