tPS 2391 Y4 1896 MAIN JC-NRLF $D m IDS EAR -Bo OK BIRTH-DAYS OF -EIGHTEENTH WITH QUOTATIONS FROM POEMS OF LLOYD MIFFLIN. GIFT OF YEAR-BOOK: BIRTH-DAYS OF Distinguished Americans CHIEFLY OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY: WITH QUOTATIONS FROM THE POETICAL WRITINGS OF LLOYD MIFFLIN. EDITED BY E. S. B. PHILADELPHIA: THE LEVYTYPE COMPANY, PUBLISHERS , , COPYRIGHT 1890, BY LLOYD MIFFLIN. PREFACK. In making selectious from the Poems of Mr. Lloyd Miffiin, it has been thought well to con fine the quotations to his Ode on Memorial Day, and to his Two Hundred and Fifty Sonnets; quoting nothing from his lyrics or minor poems. The sentiments expressed in the quotations will be found in a number of cases to be applic able to our idea of the character over whose name they appear, but in many instances there is no connection whatever intended between the personage named and the poetical selection. The quotation at the top of each page is in tended to apply to the day of the month, and not to the character or event named under it. The date given is that of the birth of the char acter named. In a very few instances it has been found impossible to ascertain the day of the month on which certain characters were born in such cases the date has been placed arbitrarily by the compiler. It has been the aim of the editor to include in this collection the names of many of those, who, during the Eighteenth Century, aided the cause of American Liberty and Progress. E. S. B. 3R7775 JANUARY Our Heroes sleep, they rest below, And through a thousand years, The influence of their deeds shall go Like perfume wafted to and fro Around the rolling spheres. . ANTHONY WAYNE. . . 1745 While still above the hill-top s wooded crest The rosy colors linger, loath to die. 2 . , PHILIP FRENEAU. , . 1752 Throned in that fine air of Tranquillity. 8 .... LU( RETIA MOTT. . . . 1793 Gulfed in the surges of the ceaseless sea. 4 . HORACE BINNEY. , . 1780 When all the pomp of fame shall fade As fades the summer s grass. 5 . . . STEPHEN DECATUR . .1779 JANUARY The darling summer that we loved in vain, O where is she and all her gold of yore? 6 . , . THOMAS CHITTENDEN. . .1780 Like to the voice of the eternal sea, Filled with a wild unfathomable moan. 7 . ISKAKL PCTTNAM. . 1718 For this is but the cradle age That rocks the child a year ; But with the Future s tutelage The full man shall appear. 8 .... NICHOLAS BIDDLE . . . 1786 Black in the /enith air, Kose th immeasurable mountain throne Peak above peak of everlasting stone. 9 .... LEMUEL SHAW. . . . 1781 They rolled the ball of Progress up ; They took a stain from off the land ; They drank, nor passed the bitter cup ; They did the duty near at hand. 10 . . THOMAS MIKFLIN , . 1744 JANUARY And let your heart, Mellowed by midnight, while the back-log glows, Touch on the themes most dear the Muse and Art, Till in the east unfolds th Aurorean rose. 11 . . ALEXANDER HAMILTON . . 1757 They helped the Nations yet to be ; They broke a path into the skies For first of all man must be free Before he can be wise ! 12 . JOHN HANCOCK, . 1737 A single bell has ceased to toll afar, And silence listens, stiller than a stone. 13 . , SAMUEL WOODWORTH. . 1785 Not so the fronts of those who live and die Scarred with the thunder- track of Thought and torn With eagle beaks of Art. 14 . ... JAMES GARRARD. . . 1749 Down the dim aisles of fading memory, Drifts the deep plaint of countless threnodies. 15 . . , PHILIP LIVINGSTONE. . , 1716 3 JANUARY Some chattering snow-birds clustering on the seeds Of winter s withered flow rs, miscalled weeds. 16 . . NICHOLAS LONGWORTH. . . 1782 Through vasts unwinnowed by the wings of eld ! 17 . BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. . 1706 Our science in his greater ken, Shall seem a paltry toy, As when the man looks back again On the playthings of the boy. 18 . . DANIEL WEBSTER. . 1782 Think not because upon these slopes of green Thou hear st no footsteps follow, that alone I pace these vales. 19 . ISAIAH THOMAS. . 1749 And azure seas there are, and sunset sails, And shepherds piping on the capes of blue, 20 . ROBERT MORRIS, . . . 1733 JANUARY The snow lies white upon the frozen plain And loudly blows the hyperborean blast ; His cohorts armed with lances of the rain Tilt fiercely gainst me and go charging past. 21 . ROBERTS VAUX. . 1786 Elusive Spirit of the vague inane Whose keys unlock the cavernous doors of sleep. 22 . WILLIAM DAVIDSON. . 1746 For bliss achieved is but the birth of woes, And joy lies only in pursuit of joy. 23 . BENJAMIN LINCOLN. . 1733 Like young Hyperion, leaning bright Over his cloudy chariot s side, Let Knowledge shoot her shafts of light Thro crawling Error Python hide. 24 . . LlNDLEY MURKAY . . 1745 And silence clings Like some loved arm around us, long laid by. 25 .... EZEKIEL CHEEVER . . . 1616 A bugle s blast Blared from the bannered turrets. 26 . SAMUEL GEORGE MORTON. . 1799 JANUARY O er barren hill-tops girt with windy trees The songless thickets make their chilly moan. 27 . . ROBERT YATBS. . 1738 Sweet are the songs the soul still leaves unsung ! . . . JAMEB TALLMADGE. . 1778 Fair faces mild with calm serenity ; The placid brows Madonna might have worn ; Clear foreheads where no cares were ever born These are the gauds of Youth s vacuity. 29 . . . . . HENRY LEE. . 1756 How dear the viiiona which the mind s eye sees ! Sweeter the things that are not, than that are. 30 . , . JOHN HENRY HOPKINS . . 1792 I see the future temples rise Grander than all before, Where Man, not only free, but wise, Shall tread this golden shore. 31 ... GOUVERNEUR MORRIS , . 1752 FEBRUARY The silent cypresses that fringe the hill Bend neath the fury of their angry will. 1 , DAVID PORTER. . 1780 Great ones with laurelled brows, and glorious eyes Bright with fulfillment of their prophecies. 2 . . LYMAN HALL . . 1726 Kecede, O World, and let the mysteries Sweep in upon me of the Spirit s birth. 3 . . JOHN DAVKNPORT. . 1697 Dark currents whose corrosions gnaw its realm And waste it irretrievably away. 4 , . JAMES G. BJKNKY. . 1792 Unniched among thy land s illustrious names. 5 . , , . . AARON BUKK .... 1756 7 FEBRUARY And in the sky, where all the day lies dead, The clouded moon unsheathes her scymetar. 6 . . ALLIANCE WITH FRANCE . . 1778 And dream the Dawn, at last, will bring us peace. 7 ELI IVES 1779 Be warned ! This storm is aimed at Liberty. 8 .... PETER FANEUIL. . 1700 And have you then this truth to learn, Or do you but forget, In times of peace The Ballot is the soldier s bayonet? 9 . . HARRISON, QTH PRESIDENT. .1778 I who within the sunshine of your smile Spread my green leaves and rapturously grew, Rearing my towering branches to the blue And top of heaven which was yourself the while. 10 .... TREATY OF PARIS. . . .1763 8 FEBRUARY But not less sweet, the winter s warm alcove, With books and thought, and lamp-lit room, and scent Of apple parings rising from the stove. 11 . DANIEL BOONE . . 1735 Who would not give the remnant of his days To live one hour a thousand years from now ! 12 . PETER COOPER . . 1791 For to create is still God s prime delight. 13 . MATTHEW THORNTON . 1714 Yes ! Safe as once were they Feasting in Babylon when Cyrus wiles Drew off Euphrates, and let in his files His myrmidons to slaughter and dismay ! 14 . . . WILLIAM Goo DELL . . 1792 Serene, with dreams and fair felicities. 15 . . ABRAHAM CLARK. . 1726 FEBRUARY Why, what forsooth, to Nature have we owed With her sublime and callous negligence ? Nature s indifference is enough to goad A saint to recantation. 16 .. . . EDWARD SHIPPEN. . . . 1729 Without a stain upon one har , And in our Nation s firmament Let Honor be the polar star ! 17 . . . . JOHN PICKERING, , . 1777 Ah ! but to leave, O er foot-worn wastes of mediocrity, Some peak unscalable of high achieve To daze the dim blue of Futurity ! 18 . . . . GEORGE PEA BODY. , . 1795 The days, like some Arabian caravan, Glide by, as still he treads beneath his trees. 19 .. , . THEODORE LYMAN . . 1792 With folded wings we paced the gorge alone, The shining nimbus round the angel there. Lighted my feet. 20 .... HUGH MERCER .... 1721 10 FEBRUARY The sky where erst the blue Hung her unfathomable deeps serene. 21 . . JOPEVH HAWLEY. . 1724 When man is swept into the skies ; When systems melt away ; When time no longer onward flies ; When stars themselves are gray The memory of their sacrifice Shall blossom in the skies, And down the aisles of endless day Go sounding on for aye ! 22 . WASHINGTON, IST PRESIDENT . 1732 When Day drops down the draw-bridge for the Night. 23 . . HKNRY DEARBORN . .1751 Will these fade too, and wane These last delusions and desired dreams ? 24 . , THBOPHILUS PARSONS. . 1760 Willing, but still a martyr to my song ! 25 CHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY, 1746 FEBRUARY The nude white arms of the young sycamore. 26 . ROBERT FULTON, . 1765 What is yon lower star that beauteous shines And with soft splendor now incarnadines Our wings? 27 . JACOB BIGELOW, , . 1787 Wings for the soul are never forged in vain, Although the Artist and his Art be lost. 28 . MARY LYON . 1797 MARCH The gilded Indian of the village vane Swirls to the east. 1 . FEDERAL GOVERNMENT EST D. . 1781 We drop on Valor s grave, a tear. 2 . GEN. SAM. HOUSTON . . . 1793 Onward forever by thy spirit borne Bird of the dim illimitable seas ! 3 . THOMAS CHALKLEY . . . 1675 Ah, what a sight beneath the sky The mountains looked on then ! 4 . COUNT PULASKI. . . . 1748 Safe say ye ? Listen ! Hear ye not the sound Of stealthy sappers tunnelling neath the walls? That ominous rumble heard below the ground When muffled millions dig no shouts no calls, But dark and secret workings all around. 5 . . MADISON, 4ra PRESIDENT . . 1751 13 JVIARCH Sick of the light and of the hateful sky. 6 . . , WILMAM BRADFORD. . 1588 Through the glooms Loved faces throng the stairway, sweet with tears ; And from the walls, where nothing now appears, Each dim ancestral portrait looks and looms. 7 . . GEORGE BKTHUNH ENGLISH. . 1787 The decimation of the tyrant thrones, The fate of Empire, and the dirge of Kings ! 8 .... GKORGU CLYMER. . 1789 In golden summers gone and past recall What words were whispered there of sweet and low ! 9 . . . . JOHN ARMSTRONG. . . 1795 How can the rugged Saxon which we use, Whose roughness cleaves these lines with ragged wounds, Charm as an organ roll of Umbrian sounds That float from Vallombrosa or Vaucluse ? 10 . . . THOMAS BUTLKR. . . . 1754 14 MARCH Terrific roarings of Euroclydon. 11 . . ROBERT TREAT PAINE, , . 1731 And solace with low voices not terrene. 12 . . BISHOP BERKELEY . . 1684 He hopes besides so high his wishes climb To leave, in the wild garden of his rhyme, Some marvelous lily of immortal song. 13 . . WILLIAM ALEXANDER, . . 1726 The roaring wheels of hurry on are rolled, This seething serpent never stops to coil. 14 . . THOMAS HART BENTON . . 1782 Let Freedom clench her iron hand Upon the throat of Tyranny. 15 . . JACKSON, TTH PRESIDENT. . 1767 15 MARCH How beauteous with her full sails to the breeze As slow she bends and rocks above the bay ! 16 . . MA DISON, 4 r ra PRESIDENT. . 1751 Safe ? . . Safe ! . . . Why wait ye tilj the Castle falls ! 17 . . WILLIAM PrNKNEY . . 1764 i So one adown wierd pathways of the night Hears in his sleep, by strange ethereal streams. Music elusively beyond his reach. 18 . . JOHN CALDWELL CALHOUN. . 1782 At last I felt the ominous, black air, quake With far-off beatings of their horned wings Before they came enormous, baleful Things. 19 . . TlIOMAB MCKEAN. . 1734 I see their sabres in the air With a sinister flash arid a frantic flare, Thirsty, and bright, and horribly bare Fall on the foe like hail ! 20 .... COUNT D ESTAING . . . 1729 1(5 MARCH Half hid in moss the first arbutus bells Of all the year. 21 . . CHRISTOPHER GADSDEN . . 1724 And if Man mould, he, like the potter s thumb, Is moulded by a Force which conquereth - That Force which swings him like a pendulum An hour only between birth and death. 22 . , JOHN HART. . 1708 Where knowledge glistens like a silver star. 23 .. . . JOHN BARTRAM. . . . 1699 In everlasting anthems thunderous ! 24 JOEL BARLOW .... 1755 Tis in achieving only, life is wrought. 25 .... WILLIAM JASPER. , . . 1750 17 MARCH Peal upon peal of song, that took its flight O er walls of sardonyx and jasper stone. 26 . . NATHANIEL BOWDITCH. . 1773 Beds of forget-me-nots, divinely blue, Suddenly seen in unfrequented dells. 27 . FRANCIS LEWIS. . 1713 Alone I drink this wormwood for my wine. 28 . . THEODORE FRELINGHUYSEN. . 1787 Vast shapes and vague, portentous effigies, Stalk in the clouds and threaten, yet men say That we are safe. 29 . . TYLER, lOxn PRESIDENT . . 1790 O come ! ethereal unrealities, Flood me and fill me beyond reach of dearth, With those immortal murmurs not of earth, Memnonian music sweeter than the sea s ! 30 ... SIMON BRADSTREET . . 1603 Our dead are not dead till we deem them so ; Tis our cold hearts, alone, that let them die. 31 ... WILLIAM BREWSTER. . . 1566 18 APRIL It is the Spring come back again who brings Hope to the heart amid her daffodils. . BENJAMIN MOOERS . , . 1758 Make Principle instead of Craft To rule this land of ours ; Let Politics, both North and South, Sink their diminished powers. 2 . . JEFFERSON, 3RD PRESIDENT. . 1743 But by none else hath it been ever seen Only by me and only in my dreams ! 3 ... WASHINGTON IRVING. . 1783 One who walks close to Nature, the All-wise, Content can live, and on her bosom, die. 4 . THADDEUS STEVENS . . 1793 When in the quiet vale About the feet, and in the far-off dale, Close to the pool the earliest swallow flies. 5 ... JONAS CHICKERING. . . . 1798 19 APRIL While gently falls again The gracious benefaction of the rain. 6 . WASHINGTON EL T D Isr PRBB. . 1789 Why pause we here ? The angel answering said, " The journey ends. These are the Doors of Death ; Lo, now they open, inward, for the dead." And then a Voice, "Who next that entereth? " 7 . , WM. ELLERY CHANNING . . 1780 Making the neck of circumstance a stone Whereon to mount, with high and haughty tread, Up the sheer steeps to her imperial throne. 8 . DAVID RITTENHOUSE. . 1732 Man is himself the great apocalypse. . . . FISHER AMES. . . 1758 " Forward ! no quarter ! Sabre the gunners ! spike the guns ! " 10 .... ISAAC MACKEEVER . . . 1793 APRIL At morning when the year is young and pale, While yet the azure of the trembling skies Is soft as is the blue within the eyes Of some sweet child. 11 . . EDWARD EVERETT . . . 1794 And leave a stillness panting all around With the remembered music of the sound. 12 . . HKNRY CLAY. . 1777 4 The road to glory is the path of duty." A noble lesson let us learn it of them now. 13 . , ALEXANDER MACOMB. . . 1782 And so, for years, the conflict s rage Reddens the white of History s page. 14 . JOHN LAURENS. . . . 1753 Unload elsewhere the old-world prison vans Quick to the gate ! Let the portcullis fall ! America is for Americans ! 15 . . ELEAZER WHEELOCK RIPLEY . 1782 21 APRIL Above the rushes and dusk water-weeds That sentinel the margin of dim meads. 16 . . CHARLES WILSON PEALE. . . 1741 Not alone In golden voids of Heaven, but near the throne Triumphant with flamboyant wings upright. 17 . . ARCHIBALD ALEXANDER . . 1772 The lamentation of the rose-lipped shell On alien shores, melodiously forlorn. 18 ... WILLIAM WILLIAMS . . . 1731 They sleep beneath the quiet skies, In hallowed, holy beds ; The garlands of the centuries Drop fragrance on their heads. 19 . . . BATTLE OF LEXINGTON . .1776 Vast hollow voids, beyond the utmost reach Of suns, their legions withering at His nod, Died into day hearing the voice of God. 20 .... DAVID BRAIWERD. . . 1718 APRIL The tree tops tremble with the gentle air. 21 . SAMUEL JOHN MILLS. . . 1783 As through the Void we went I heard his plumes Strike on the darkness. 22 . . JAMES SULLIVAN. . .1744 O Liberty ! shed round them o er this land Thy beam, that they may know, and see, and hear, The price we paid for thee was all too dear To have thee strangled now upon this strand ! 23 . . BUCHANAN, 15TH PRESIDENT .1791 The Muse still sits upon her cloudy sites. 24 .. . . JOHN TRUMBULL. . . . 1750 Only th intellectual flower That grows beyond our plucking, seems of note, The mind imaginative will never dote On bald lucidity. 25 DAVID HALE 1791 23 APRIL Uprising from my feet the meadow-lark Shook the sweet music from him to the breeze. 26 . . WILLIAM TATHAM . .1752 Young is the World, and man has just begun To touch those havens of th unfathomed sea That lie enshrouded dark in mystery. 27 8. F.B.MORSE. . . .1791 Down down the abysm s perpendicular, I listened for the rock my feet had sent Thundering, to strike some bottom. 28 . THOMAS STONE . . 1743 And distant peoples yet to be Shall bless them thro futurity. 29 ... OLIVER ELLSWORTH . . 1745 Upon a cloud among the stars we stood, The angel raised his hand and looked and said, " Which world, of all yon starry myriad Shall we make wing to? " 30 .... SIMEON THAYER. . . . 1737 24 MAY You who were sweeter than the buds of May. 1 . . JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH. . , 1796 Backward across the years now dead, By solemn recollection led I look o er many a sanguine field. 2 . . WADE HAMPTON. . 1754 Land of my birth ! so looking over thee The Poet sees from his prophetic peak, Havoc and whirlwind brewing. 3 . JOSEPH HE WES . . 1730 Oft have I seen at eventide the thrush Embowered in the topmost branches fair. 4 ... JOHN JAMES AUDUBON. . . 1780 Bound me at times convene Shadows and Shades, that from their airy zone Stand with me here upon this mountain throne. 5 .... JOHN LANG DON. . . . 1739 25 MAY In grassy orchards blossoming all arow Thy blooms were falling o er the dappled wall. 6 . . PELEG WADSWORTH . . 1748 A near my home in Pennsylvania lay These Indian streams that made the summer air Tremble with music. 7 ... WILLIAM BAINBRIDGE. . . 1774 Let legislators, great and small, From county-seat to capitol Do the imperial people s will Or at their peril fail ! 8 .... SAMUEL ELBERT. . . . 1740 Then that dread angel near the awful throne Leaving the seraphs ranged in flaming tiers, Winged his dark way through those unpinioned spheres. 9 JACOB BROWN .... 1775 Let Liberty mean Kectitude ; Let Ignorance die alone ; Let never more thro brother s blood, Red Conquest reach her throne. 10 .. . . UNION OF STATES. . 1775 MAY When, under the horizon far, I hear The clarions of the dawn how faint up-borne ! 11 . . . JOHN LOWELL, JR. ... 1799 This Tower, by sires, for us alone was made ! 12 . JOSEPH CILLEY . . 1734 Dead Tuscan by the Umbriau sea ! Thou who art dust this many a century, What lover shall I leave to weep for me What wan amphora filled with woman s tears? 13 . . ABRAHAM TEN BROECK . . 1734 Whether on the mart, Or on the Heliconian hills apart, Toil at thy temples builded in the sky. 14 . . TIMOTHY DWIGHT. . . . 1752 Waking, fails to trace or to recite Strains he hath heard, they lying beyond speech In depths of incommunicable dreams. 15 .. . . THOMAS PRINCE. . . . 1687 27 MAY In youth how slowly passed the golden day ! As if upon the stillness of some brook You threw a rose leaf and the rose leaf took Its own sweet time to loiter to the bay. 16 .. . . BENJAMIN CHURCH . . . 1639 England ! my blood first sprang from thy dear shires- Is it that they still beckon, or those sires Laid neath thy sod before the days of Penn ? 17 JOHN PENN 1741 Drop your garlands and your bays, The blessings of futurity The benedictions of the sky, Fall on them gently where they lie ! 18 .... JOHN RUTLEDGE. . . . 1739 O Liberty, thou standest fair and bright, Yet dark the threatenings round about thy head ; For there are those who hate thee wish thee dead- Would sink thee in the waters far from sight. 19 JAMES REED 1724 Kings look and Kings despair ; Their sceptres tremble in their jewelled hands And dark thrones totter in the baleful air ! 20 . . GEORGE Ross. , . 1730 28 MAY O happy Seed ! it is not thine to die ; Thy wings bestow thine immortality, And thou canst bridge the deep and dark profound. 21 . STEPHEN GIRARD. . . 1750 Who nobly die, must nobly live the while. 22 . , ARTHUR TAPPAN. . 1786 Spake rashly then, but now as one who knows, That he who lets Love pass to clutch at Fame, Gathers but ashes for life s sweetest rose. 23 . . JOHN GIBSON. . 1740 No mortal wreath, however blest, The buried hero needs ; Immortal crowns forever rest Above immortal deeds. 24 . WILLIAM DAVIDSON . .1746 See ! From the steerage, how they scale the wall I Awake, ye Sentries ! Tis a Nation s call ! Shall our fair Castle sink to such base hands? 25 . . .- .. JOHN PATTERSON. . . . 1744 MAY Drifting along by many a sunny nook, Little we cared it would ever be May ! 26 ... EDWARD LIVINGSTON . . 1764 This is the daybreak of the Day to be ! 27 .... NATHANIEL GREEN . . . 1742 Those splendid jewels of the soul that each Snatches and hides forever on the beach Of Life from Love s great tidal-wave upflung ! 28 .. . . Louis McLANE .... 1786 His feet were shod with music and had wings Like Hermes : far upon the peaks of song His sandals sounded silverly along. 29 .. . . PATRICK HENRY. . . .1736 Now that victory Sits on the helmets of our enemy ! 30 .... RICHARD SKINNER . . 1778 And phantom squadrons hurrying to the fight ! 31 JOHN BROOKS .... 1752 30 JUNE The dells are dim with vague romance. 1 . . JAMES TILTON . . 1745 Disdain sits on his lips ; and in a frown Scorn lives upon his forehead for a crown. 2 . RAKDOLPH OF ROANOKE . . 1773 They are the Poets they give airy wings To shapes marmorean. 3 . THOMAS SULLY . , . 1783 But let me live in the sweet privacy Of my own crags and trees. 4 . . JOHN EAGER HOWARD. . . 1752 If man is Sovereign now, who yet is weak, What in the course of ages will he be ? 5 ... BUSHROD WASHINGTON . ,1762 31 JUNE One listening in the clover fields can hear The mower whet his scythe. NATHAN HALE . . 1755 Ah, yet once more across the shadowy years She meets me in the gloaming. Down the lane We hear the dropping of the pasture bars. . . U. S. BANK CHARTERED. . , 1791 Then all the works of darkness being done Through countless aeons hopelessly forlorn, Out to the very utmost verge and bourn, God at the last, reluctant, made the sun. 8 .... WILLIAM FEW 1748 Oh ! like a lichen to the rock of home Here let me cling here sing my fleeting song ! 9 . . JOHN HOWARD PAYNE. , . 1792 Their deeds, their fame, their very scars Shine on though they are dead, As light that travels from the stars After the stars are fled. 10 ... JONATHAN TRUMBULL. . . 1710 32 JUNE One lies and dreams ; there is no dissonance In all the slumbering air. 11 .... JOSEPH WARREN. . . 1741 The sting of this tarantula of toil. 12 ... WILLIAM THOMSON. . . 1727 Bend the sword and break the sabre, Renew Thy blessed curse of toil On this our native soil, And give thy suffering people labor. 13 .... WiNFiELi) SCOTT. . 1786 As the doomed Darkness backward by Him rolled He snatched a remnant flying into light And strewed it with the stars, and called it Night. 14 JAMES OTIS. . 1702 Sceptres of youth, and manhood s diadems. 15 . . . . JOHN ELLIS WOOL . . 1788 33 JUNE Enraptured by the ecstasies of song ! 16 . . WILLIAM JAY . , . 1789 Therefore their names upon the shore Of adamantine Time, Nor waves, nor tempest s roar Shall wash away forevermore ! 17 . BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL. . 1775 Noiseless into the Nadir, as a star Darkened by God in anger, from afar Drops, black, into the gulphs igni potent. 18 . . JOHN WHITE . . . 1780 Thy fate the Poet s is, if that he soar, He soars alone, and lonely soaring, sings. 19 . . LEMUEL HOPKINS. . . . 1750 Though all of Heav n seemed turned into one lyre. 20 . t WM. RICHARDSON DAVIE . 1756 $4 JUNE Wistaria, purpling some old whitewashed wall. 21 . DANIEL D. TOMPKINS. . . 1774 When from the thicket near, the quail Pipes to his mate. 22 . . BENJAMIN TUPPER . . 1738 The sun is sinking softly down the sky, And all the air is growing hushed and still. A tinge of rose has touched the purple hill Where slow the silver river murmurs by. 23 . . CAESAR RODNEY. . 1730 Doth she foresee The Seal of Doom is on her as she booms In monstrous caverns, everlastingly? 24 . . RICHARD RICHARDSON. . 1704 They, from the top of their Olympian cloud, Flung jewelled harmonies oracular, That on the forehead of the centuries proud Live on forever deathless as a star ! 25 . ELIPHALET NOTT. , . 1773 35 JUNE With slopes of bloom and beauty, and with bee More softly murmurous than Hymettus sees On amaranthine meads of asphodel. 26 . . HEZEKIAH MAHAM . . 1739 Far on the faint horizon s distant rim, A winged spirit of the sky or sea, How beautiful she floats, so pure and free ! 27 . . JOHN BARRY. . 1746 Dim shimmering in the heat the violet hills Call to us vaguely from a realm of dreams. 28 . . JAMES ROBERTSON . . . 1742 Some star Whose light a little shall prolong his day. 29 . BARON DE KALB. . . .1721 She lifts vast voices. In her awful gloom* Roar the deep thunders of eternity. 30 . . JAMES WILKINSON . . . 1757 JULY And soft the summer wind puts by her lance. 1 , JOHN HOUSTON . , . 1742 Lovelier to me than all Illyria s woods, Or mythic dales Idalian, dimly blue, With immemorial meadows sweet with dew. JAMES SEARLE . . 1730 They who create rob death of half its stings. 3 . . JOHN SINGLETON COPLEY . . 1737 Let the false statesmen have a care How they #mrepresent The honest men who sent them there. 4 . DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE. 1776 Prostrate I fell before their burning feet Prostrate before their flaming wing of fire, 5 .... ROBERT TROUP .... 1757 37 JULY The water-lilies seem to have no care But dream on in their silence ; and the oar Sleeps in the bateau by the sycamore. 6 . . JOHN PAUL JONES. . . . 1747 Those words believe not for they were not true, That lauding other lands disparaged mine. 7 . ARTHUR CAMPBELL . . . 1742 Ah, not in flocks the warblers of the skies Make the blue deeps to tremble long and loud. 8 . . FlTZGREENE HALLECK. . . 1790 Fair as in far Illyria long ago In immemorial days divinely dim. 9 . THOMAS POSEY .... 1750 Let me look round upon the vasts, and brood A moment on these orbs. 10 . . GEORGE MJFFLIN DALLAS . .1792 38 JULY From upland wheat-fields, as his barns he fills, We hear the farmer, calling to his teams. 11 . JOHN Q. ADAMS, OTH PRES T. . 1767 Where shall I make my grave my soul to please ? In sultry wastes where silent Arabs tread ? Upon the brow of some stark mountain s head, Or in the lone, illimitable seas ? 12 . , JAMES Ross. . 1762 Out past the pickets and the tents of thought ! 13 . GOZEN VAN SCHAICK. . 1737 While Chaos wavered, for she felt her years Unsceptered now in that convulsive zone. 14 . . GEORGE WALTON. . 1740 Not in these valleys where we now recline, But far beyond the distant mountain s brow Lies the fair land I love. 15 . . THOMAS SUMTER. . . .1734 JULY I well remember where the beech tree stood, And how delicious was its leafy gloom Above the cows, knee-deep in clover bloom, With sunshine dappled as they chewed the cud. 16 . . GEORGE TAYLOR. . 1716 In amaranthine fields beyond our ken. 17 .... ELBRIDGE GERRY. . . . 1744 Who, with a mere incurious interest stirred, Breaks, carelessly, some road-side rock in twain, And startled, finds the footmarks of a bird Imperishably printed in the stone. 18 .... CHARLES STEWART . . . 1778 This vapor we call Life may blind us still. 19 JAMES MARSH .... 1794 Through eternity Worlds may be born at will, but I must stay Cold in these clouds, who beauteous was, and drew Eos to love me every rosy morn. 20 ... MATTHEW THORNTON . . .1714 40 JULY Across the reedy tussocks of the mere The grazing horses send their greeting neigh. 21 . . SAMUEL POWELL GKIFFITTS. . 1759 It is the trysting hour, and kindly stars Bloom in the twilight trees . .O Love ! O Tears ! Oh Youth that was, that will not come again ! 22 . . TENCH TILGHMAN. , . 1744 Onward he plunged , and as he came, I saw High on his eyeless skull, a crown was wreathed ; Sceptre he held, and sword he never sheathed. 23 . NATHANIEL MACON . . 1757 The starry uplands of creative thought. 24 .... STEPHEN SIMPSON. . . . 1789 The lion people shakes its mane, Nor will be fed with words again. 25 ..... HENRY KNOX .... 1750 41 JULY The cattle, dreaming, stand about the bars, Where ripe wheat yellows all the hills of June, What time the silver sickle of the moon Reaps down, in golden swaths, the western stars. 26 .. . . GEORGE CLINTON. . . .1739 But War s gaunt Vultures that were lean, shall grow Gorged in the darkness in a single night. 27 .... SAMUEL SMITH .... 1752 Recede ! recede ! all literal things that are ! Welcome the voice that is not, but that seems. 28 ... JAMES ASHTON BAYARD . . 1767 Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings, He sits within the desert, carved in stone ; Inscrutable, colossal, and alone, And ancienter than memory of things. 29 ... . PETER SCHUYLER. . . . 1710 Where is the glory fled ? where are the gleams The recreant Dawn s incomparable beams? 30 . . , WILLIAM LEDYARD . . 1738 But the stone Men heed not till it stand above his tomb The cold commemoration of his tears. 31 .. ... JAMES KENT 1763 42 AUGUST In curtained coolness of this quiet room With half-closed eyes I lean back in my chair, And fanning softly, tread a land of dreams. FRANCIS SCOTT KEY . .1779 For he lacks wisdom, who, with mad misrule Vexes his lake of life with Love s wild ills. 2 . . JOHN WOOLMAN. , . .1720 And near the nibbled green Of velvet foot-hills, watched the browsing herds. 3 . . RICHARD CASWELL . . . 1729 To see thy chariot, radiant-teamed Come up the slopes of morning from the brine ! 4 JEDEDIAH HUNTINGTON . . 1743 What hopes ! what fears 1 what rapturous sufferings \ What burning words of love will there be said ! What sobs what tears ! what passionate whisperings ! Under thy boughs, when I, alas ! am dead. 6 ... THOMAS LYNCH, JR. . . 1749 43 AUGUST Warbling her love-lay in the golden air, As on her beating breast the sunset flush Lay like a glory. 6 GULIANCROMMELINVERPLANCK, 1786 Words of great Poets, pure as peaks of snow, Should stand up through the ages. 7 . . JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE . . 1795 Passionate cravings for some moorland fen ; For furze, and rowen, and a heathery glen. 8 .... JAMES BOWDOIN, . . . 1727 It was the sweetness of thy lips beguiled Life of its pang and made the darkness bright, 9 .... JAMES CLINTON. . 1736 A tree will prove a blessing all life long. 10 ... EDMUND RANDOLPH . . . 1753 44 AUGUST So silent is the air, so hushed, so mute, That e en the sentinel heron does not hear, But stands erect, nor drops his lifted foot. 11 . . THEODRIC ROMEYN BECK . .1791 I see the cannon mow them down Like mowers mowing hay. 12 . FRANCIS MARION. . 1732 And calmly hears Love s surges beat against Life s lessening shore As on a land that he shall touch no more. 13 .... FRANCIS BARBER. . . . 1751 And holds the blue of heaven calm and still. 14 ... PETER BUEL PORTER. . . 1773 Hearing a voice that calls me o er the hills, Rise and walk onward, with no fear of ills. 15 ... BENJAMIN HAWKINS . . . 1754 45 AUGUST While, mid the silences throughout the day, The locust s sharp staccato stabs the ear. 16 ... EDWARD G. MALBONE. . . 1777 Come up into the mountains, and be free ! 17 . , DAVID CROCKETT. , .1786 And in mute marble see the immortals bloom Down the long aisles of gilded galleries. 18 ... WILLIAM MACPHERSON . .1756 And tween two worlds, tis thou that canst let fall The cloudy drawbridge of Daedalian dreams. 19 ... MICHAEL RUDOLPH . , . 1754 Within the Muse s realm a denizen He walks at times with winged feet elate. 20 .... CHARLES FRASER. . . . 1782 46 AUGUST I hear the ecstatic song the wild bird flings, In future summers, from thy leafy head ! 21 . ASHEB BROWN DURAND. , . 1796 The satyr pricked his goat-ears, wonderingly, And dropped, atween his hoofs, his pipe of oat. 22 . JAMES KIRKE PAULDING . . 1779 Comes she from silken Fez or dusk Cathay, With scents of sandal- wood that round her play In all her sails ? 23 . OLIVER HAZARD PERRY. . . 1785 Why should I like the restless, ever roam And clip the world from shining shore to shore ? 24 . JOHN MORIN SCOTT. . . 1730 Thou sweet inexorable Poesy. 25 . JOHN NEAL. . 1793 47 AUGUST While in a dusty glory all the cows Come winding, slowly, up the golden lane. 26 . , THOMAS PYM COPE. . 1768 To thee much have I owed Sweet Idleness ! whose wings are always furled. 27 ... . JOSEPH REED. . .1741 And roam these hills, far inland from the sea ! For after health, what better hath this life Than Rest, and Thought, and sage Tranquillity. 28 . NICHOLAS FISH . .1758 Thy tortures have I borne, Thy vultures, thunders, lightnings, and commands, Yet thee I still defy defy and scorn ! 29 . RICHARD RUSH . .1780 Still does Apollo down the scarlet ways Of sunset glory charioteer his team. 30 . . JOSEPH DENNIE . . 1768 Watching through green trees Some host of far-off clouds, that slowly soar! 31 .... DAVID HOSAOK ... 1769 48 SEPTEMBER Who marks the glint of wings in woodland ways The gold of flickers, and the blue of jays? 1 .... CHESTER HARDING . .1792 May move as peaceful as a folded sail. 2 . . GILBERT STUART NEWTON. . 1795 And many a caravan Halting at wells twixt Cairo and Kairwan, Hearing the birds, believed in Psapho s line. 3 .... JOHN SCUDDER .... 1793 Beyond that future still I look, And with the Seer s eyes I read, as in an open book, The final prophesies. 4 ... WILLIAM THOMPSON . . .1781 Then War shall doff his plumes of red, And Conflict s flag be furled ; And universal Peace shall spread Her white wings o er the world. 5 .... FIRST CONGRESS. . . . 1774 40 SEPTEMBER^ The pendent garlands of the garden hops Sway with the breeze ; and the blown peach tree drops Her globes of crimson in the grassy lane. 6 . LAFAYETTE 1757 And on the void s black beetling edge, alone Stood with raised wings, and listened for the tone Of God s command to reach his eager ears. . THOMAS HARTLEY . . . 1748 Across the years the phantom waves of green Boom at its base above the petrel s screams. 8 . EDWARD TYNG. . . . 1755 I stand against the gods for man alone. 9 .... ELEAZAR LORD. ... 1788 Lift me above ; and thou once more be mine Far in the bosom of thy clouds of gold ! 10 . . JOHN JORDON CRITTENDEN. . 1786 50 SEPTEMBER Beloved dales, and crags that touch the sky, The tendrils of my heart for years have grown Around you all ye cannot be o erthrown, Ye hold my heart, and shall until I die ! 11 .. . . FELIX GRUNDY . . . 1777 We rest supine ; we listen to the roar, And bear the slow abrasion of the tides. 12 ... WILLIAM VAUGHAN . . 1703 But I will make my soul a pool, and seek The sheltering hollows of the hills afar. 13 . CASPAR WISTAR. . 1761 Torch-bearer to illimitable glooms And cavernous hollows of impending years ! 14 .- . . . JOHN HARVARD. . 1608 The novelist s cockle-burr of dubious seeds. 15 . . JAMES FENNIMORE COOPER. . 1789 51 SEPTEMBER And faint is heard and low The pipe of some brown Faun beneath the pine. 16 . . WILLIAM GORDON. . . 1730 Still soaring heavenward with unwinnowing wings Lose thy dark self in realms of dazzling light. 17 . . SAMUEL HOPKINS. . . 1721 They pass the sea and all its snowy foam, Its vast and restless rolling and its roar ; Mountains and vales, dread deserts they explore, And glorious cities dim with many a dome. 18 . DANIEL DENISON. . . . 1613 High on the mountain, brother to the cloud, I stand upon this elemental stone As free as kings upon their native throne. 19 . , WILLIAM GASTON. . . . 1778 He of the thyrsus and the vine, Comes with his leopards and his skins of wine. 20 .... CHARLES CARROLL . . . 1737 52 SEPTEMBER Yet in the heart the fragrance of the rose The summer s rose lingers with eloquence. 21 , . SAMUEL HAMMOND . , 1757 O Sorrow, Mother of melodious Woe ! 22 . MARSHALL PINCKNEY WILDER . 1796 Enough for me the brook s Sweet counsel, and the torrent s roar. 23 . ISAAC REED. . 1778 Beyond the narrow verge of space and time. 24 . . TAYLOR, 12TH PRESIDENT. . 1784 Place me on high above the Cataract s shore Amid the mists, the sunshine, and the gloom ; Still hearing, in that immemorial roar, The thunder of God s presence round my tomb ! 25 .... JAMES MUGFORD. . . . 1725 53 SEPTEMBER Then from the turrets on the ramparts lost The Twilight cohorts flaunt their flag of gray. 26 . ABRAHAM WHIPPLE . . 1733 They cannot die. Indelible and permanent Their deeds are written on the firmament- Be ye content ! 27 . SAMUEL ADAMS. . 1722 Their sob dies with them, like an untolled bell. 28 . JAMES WARREN. . 1726 In upper rooms I hear faint foot-falls, silent for long years ; Lost lips bend down anear me. 29 . ZABDIEL BOYLSTON. . 1680 I feel the zephyr s breath that here and there Bends the poised arrow-heads, and interlocks Gently, their barbs. 30 . WILLIAM SHORT. . 1759 54 OCTOBER Who s this a-coming through the mellow haze Nude as young Bacchus, russet-skinned, embrowned; His brow with clustered grapes and grape leaves bound, And trailing vines of scarlet all ablaze? 1 . RUFUS CHOATE. . . 1799 And still with its irrevocable strides, Tramples the sea upon us evermore. 2 ..... JUNJUS SMITH .... 1780 Then drifted down the gateways of the sun With fading pennon and with gonfalon, And cast her anchors in the pools of gold. 3 . . JOHN RODGERS . . . .1771 Hands laid in ours ; dear faces once caressed And left forever. 4 . THOMAS LLOYD. . . .1649 A splendor merged into the infinite ; A glory now forever passed away. 5 . . JONATHAN EDWARDS . . . 1703 55 OCTOBER And hear from hill-tops dim the baying hound. 6 . . JOSHUA REED GIDDINGS . . 1795 And seas new made, immense and furious, each Plunged and rolled forward feeling for a beach. 7 . TIMOTHY MATLACK. . 1730 I knew her by immortal murmurings : Twas Psyche, white-limbed, glowing like a star! 8 JOHN CLARKE . . 1609 A million years are as a day In Thy omnipotence ! LEWIS CASS. . 1782 The sculptor, unillustrious and alone, Pent in the still reclusion of his room, Carves, through the vexed vicissitude of years Some marvel in Carrara. 10 .... BENJAMIN WEST. . . . 1738 56 OCTOBER The light is going ; but low overhead Poises the glory of the evening star. 11 , PHILIP TURNER. , 1740 Kingdoms in ashes, past them all she flows, And dust of monarchs and swart queens she dooms To lie along her sands. 12 ... BARTHOLOMEW GREEN. . , 1666 How could the spirit dare to set in speech The poignant love that lies beyond the reach And utmost eloquence of human tongue Upon the shores of Silence. 13 . . JAMES MITCHELL VARNUM. . 1749 Look down with patience on the lesser men That thou hast left behind thee, and their ways. 14 . WILLIAM PENN . . 1644 To Vallombrosian valleys let them go ; To steep Sorrento, or where ilex trees Cast their gray shadows o er Sicilian seas. 15 . THOMAB HUTOHINS . , .1730 57 OCTOBER He dozes near the cider-press for days. Sipping the oozed juice of pomace lees; And leaning on the cope of orchard walls. Watches the golden apple till it falls. 16 . . NOAH WEBSTER . . 1758 Beloved Poesy ! to thee I cry Wrap thy dear arms around me hold me strong ! Oh ! wake me with thy kisses when I die ! 17 . , CHARLES KOBERT LESLIE . . 1794 O had I hut thy wings when storms arise, Grey spirit of the sea and of the shore ! 18 .... TAPPING REEVE . . 1744 The thunderous breakers capped with agony. 19 . JOHN ADAMS, 2ND PRESIDENT . 1735 He loved His darkness still, for it was old : He grieved to see His eldest child take flight. 20 ..... JAMEB LOGAN . . , .1674 58 OCTOBER Now, like a red leaf on the autumnal stream, That cannot steer nor stop that cannot sink Swiftly I drift. 21 . WILLIAM HENRY ALLEN . . 1784 Tis nature s error when two lovers die. 22 . DAVID BRADIE MITCHELL. ,. 1766 Slave on neath Life s insufferable load. 23 . , THOMAS PINCKNEY . . 1750 Comfort, O Hope, the while we draw this breath ; Be near, and lead us with exultant wings ; Aid now, we shall not need thee after death ! 24 .... EDMUND QUINCY. . . . 1681 Ah ! there is but one- Autumn, that drowsy Faun, who slowly steals Down through the woods away and all is dun ! 25 . . JOHN PENDLETON KENNEDY . 1795 59 OCTOBER Delay awhile, delay O sinking light ! A little longer linger in the sky. 26 .... AMOS STODDARD. . . . 1762 The dim aureola of the western glow Lingers above the river hill-top s rim, And the sweet huntress, now a virgin slim, Draws, in immortal fields, that silver bow. 27 .... STEPHEN OLNEY. . . .1755 The fields are pages, and their leaves, divine. 28 ... ALEXANDER MURRAY. . . 1755 Delude me into dreams that have no end Until I feel it is not Death, but Sleep. 29 . . ROBERT GOODLOE HARPER. . 1765 In that unfooted dim dominion Beyond aurorean reaches of the sun. 30 .... ZADOCK PRATT .... 1790 The beggared monarchs of a realm of tears ! 31 .... JAMES LOVELL . . 1737 NOVEMBER A stately figure walking through the wood ; Her features faded ; in her eye a tear. 1 , . STEPHEN VAN RENSSELAER. . 1764 Bird of the wave ! my soul, as thine, is crossed By the same spirit of undying quest- Far on the shoreless ocean of unrest Driven forever, and forever tossed ! 2 ... POLK, HTH PRESIDENT. . . 1795 Apollo still is cruel as the sea. 3 . . WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. . 1794 Their deeds, their fame, their veiy scars Shine on though they are dead, As light that travels from the stars After the stars are fled. DECLARATION OF RIGHTS . .1774 Dreams are in sooth, the only verity. . WASHINGTON ALLSTON. . . 1779 61 NOVEMBER How still the groves ! And has some silver flute Ceased suddenly? 6 .... JOHN BARNARD .... 1681 And o er her vast and ever-shifting floor Thou, on thy grey wing roaming, still dost soar, Forever drawn to where the distance lies. 7 . . SlLAB HORTON STRINGHAM. .1798 The aching nation holds her breath, And Silence stands and listens, still as Death. 8 .... WILLIAM WIRT .... 1772 Across the distant times unborn That sleep in gloom enfurled, The mystic veil aside is torn I see the ending world ! 9 .... WILLIAM LINN .... 1752 The stars, that up the gentle evening s slope Through amaranthine meads of heliotrope, Tread on imperial, haughty and supreme, Shod with those sandals of eternal beam. 10 .... JAMES WILSON . . 1742 NOVEMBER What did it matter all the mud and slush ? What did it matter should love bring us pain ? Your voice was like the gurgle of a thrush Your voice that I shall never hear again ! 11 . PEYTON RANDOLPH . . 1723 In late November when no skies are clear, When the great splendor fades from all the vines, And no last leaf the wood incarnadines. 12 ... WILLIAM MAXWELL . . . 1798 From o er th empurpled gravel of the bar, Faint to us comes the lonely bittern s scream ; While on the darkening mirror of the stream Falls the effulgence of the evening star. 13 . , JOHN DICKINSON. . . 1732 Some sleep below, but memories oft they bring Sweet as remembered odors of the hay. 14 . , NOBLE WIMBERLY JONES . . 1724 That purple pomp Egyptian, long gone by. 15 .... BARON STEUBEN, . . . 1730 63 NOVEMBER There is a beauty gone from out the day ; There is a planet fallen from the night. 16 . . . . FREDERICK MAY. , . 1773 And sipping, softly, hear the hiss and foam Of beaded bubbles bursting round the brim. 17 , . . . DAVID KINNISON. . 1736 And in life s turbid wave, forevermore, Drops the crown jewel of his Melody, As one who from some cliff upon the shore Lets fall, unseen, a ruby to the sea. 18 . JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL . 1745 Her crimson robes that long the winds withstood, Now trailing torn and dark throughout the year. 19 . . GEORGE ROGERS CLARKE . . 1752 A phantom ship across the sunset strand Rose out of dreams and clave the purple seas. 20 ... PEREGRINE WHITE. . . 1620 64 NOVEMBER The low sad wail Of scentless winds that scour the bitter vale And find no fragrance now from all the meads. 21 .. . . JOSIAH BARTLETT. . . . 1729 Then Darkness trembled and began to quake Big with the birth of stars, and when He spake A million worlds leapt into radiant light ! 22 .... PHILIP SCHUYLER. . . . 1733 Her face the grave of beauty, sad, severe ; A queen dethroned and in her solitude. 23 . EDWARD RUTLEDGE . . 1749 Enough ! and let our poor words cease. Our strongest praise in feeble breath Made superfluous by Death. 24 . . DANIEL MORGAN. . 1736 The pensive Muse, Secluded from the world, by willowy banks, From immemorial times has loved to stray Along the murmuring margin of fair streams^ 25 . , HENRY SARGENT. , . 1770 NOVEMBER And now portentous phantoms fill the sky. 26 . . JOHN SEVIER. . 1745 It was the sweetest silence ever fell Upon the ear of earth. 27 . . ARTEMAS WARD . . 1727 The still solitude Became a harp whereon his voice and mood Made spheral music round his haloed head. I spakefor then I had not long been dead. 28 . . STEPHEN HIGGINSON . . 1743 There is each day a melancholy tone Tolled from the cloudy towers of sunset red. 29 . BENJAMIN CHEW. . 1722 From the dim sea s unknowable extreme. 30 , c LAWRENCE KEARNEY . . 1789 66 DECEMBER Far far the naiad of the brook has flown, Her reeds are tuneless on the icy shore ; Gleams from the wood, white as Carrara s stone, The Dorian column of the sycamore. WILLIAM SHEPARD. , . 1737 Ah! no assaulting banda No houndi of Care swarm at the gate and bark. 2 . . RICHARD MONTGOMERY . . 1736 The music of the saw-mill when it sings. 3 . AARON Go DEN. . , . 1756 There was a time when o er my gentle books Upon the vellumed treasures and their lore, From morn to tranced midnight would I pore. 4 . WILLIAM NORTH. , . 1755 A voice which came from regions high, far hence, Making rosy all the sky With its beneficence. 5 . . VAN BUREN, STH PRESIDENT . 1782 67 DECEMBER What memories tender of the long ago Moan through the lyre of these limbs and fall Soft on the heart and with their sighs enthrall The lonely soul until the tears o erflow ! . . ELEAZER OSWALD. . . . 1755 The blind Bard s book was open in my hand, There where the Cyclops makes the Odyssey s Calm pages tremble as Odysseus flees. 7 . . JOHN MORTON . .1724 So as man s night comes on, fain would he weave His name around some deathless star, or die To give it to a flower. 8 . .ELI WHITNEY . .1765 Far through ethereal fields, and zenith seas, High, with strong wing-beats and with eagle ease. 9 . . ARTHUR MIDDLETON . . 1743 Idealize To-day, then carve your Dream, Your ear held closer to Life s red heart-beat ! 10 . . MATTHIAS W. BALDWIN . . 1795 DECEMBER Then leave that buzzing hive, the city mart ; Come, while my gnarl d oaks hold their wealth of snows, Come to a country hearth. 11 . , HIRAM PAULDING. . . 1797 I see the prairies blossom wide With million happy homes ; And where the buffalo herds abide, Uprise the gilded domes. 12 . . JOHN JAY. . 1745 O Time ! desppiler of the dreams of youth ; Iconoclast ! with the cold heart of Cain, Killing our pleasures for us all ! in sooth- Even the pleasures of remembered pain ! 13 . . AMBROSE SPENCER . . 1765 Leaving the rude Cathedral of my Song Unfinished still devoid of spire or dome. 14 . . RETURN JONATHAN MEIGS. , 1740 This being made, He yearned for worlds to make From other chaos out beyond our night. 15 .. . , JOHN HAVILAND. . . . 1792 69 DECEMBER Gray tangles of long grasses, sere and pale ; The flowerless stalks of most pathetic weeds. 16 . , GEORGE WHITEFIELD. , .1714 Take all that is, but leave me all my dreams, That solace like the presence of a star. 17 . DEBORAH SAMPSON . . 1760 Their rancor is not cured, but only cowed. 18 . HUGH MERCER . . 17-21 Whoso shall lay his hand upon the lyre For twice a hundred times, as I have done, Needs must reverberate some earlier tone, And often strike, alas, the selfsame wire. 19 . BENJAMIN TRUMBULL. . . 1735 No long-drawn caravan across the sand, With camels carrying silks of Samarkand ; No dancing girls with anklets tinkling clear, Nor troop, nor scymetar, nor plumed spear. 20 .... THOMAS WILLING . . .1741 70 T endure that Fate we cannot comprehend, And like the Year, submit, and learn to die. 21 . JAMES EDWARD OGLETHORPE . 1698 The idle worthless pauper renegade , Swarm on the moat. Shall Europe Python foe Slough her skin here ? Arise ! and tell her, No ! 22 . . WILLIAM ELLERY. . 1727 Tier upon tier of seraphim, bedight With most excessive glory. 23 ... THOMAS MACDONOUGH, . .1783 Trudge round life s circles still, with willing feet ; And from the sheaves of trial and of pain, By patience strong, and by endurance meet, Tramp out, ere evening comes, the golden grain ! 24 . DR. BENJAMIN RUSH. . 1745 And He was ag6d ere the thought of morn Shook the sheer steeps of black Oblivion. 25 . . JOSEPH PALMER . 1788 71 DECEMBER And on the high crags where the wan snows freeze, The gaunt gray Winter mounts his stormy throne. 26 .. . . THOMAS NELSON. . , . 1738 O Thou, who art the God of Peace, No less than God of War, When shall the Nations carnage cease, When shall arise Thy star ? 27 . ; . . NATHAN DANE .... 1752 Why do we sing ? Alas ! because we must. 28 . CATHARINE MARIA SEDGWICK . 1789 Bring Thou all war unto a close ; Let Peace resume her right ; The battle field shall bear the rose, And Wisdom spread her light. 29 .... JAMES NICHOLSON. . . . 1737 But if the dark days ever come When holy duty calls, When man must leave his quiet home To storm a foeman s walls, Be sure, O War! that thou shalt find, Though scattered far and wide, Ten thousand hearts they left behind, As brave as those that died. 30 . . JOHN EDWARDS HOLBROOK. . 1794 Hush ! for the Day is kneeling down in prayer. 31 . EDWARD HAND . . 1744 72 birth-da tinguished i 19 ne ri cans Y3 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY THE HILLS: fi POEM BY L.L.OYD IVIIRRLJIVI, ILLUSTRATED WITH REPRODUCTIONS FROM ORIGINAL PEN DRAWINGS BY THOS. MOHAN, N. A. SIZE 8 X 10. 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