New England 47 Hills o’ My Heart 48 Mascotte 49 Ye Olden Time 50 Sundown on the Marshes 52 Neighbors 54 A Pastoral 55 The White Pine 56 The Colonial Pioneer 57 The Lindens 58 The Old Rockin’ Chair 59 Out of Gethsamane 60 Greetings 61 Love o’ My Heart 62 To a Friend 63 “Aunt Sally” 64 Intimacy 65 My Mother’s “Bible-Book” 66 My Faith 68 An Apostrophe 69 Glimmer 70 A Nocturne 71 The Invisible 72 Antiphonal 73 Lady May 74 A Fragment 75 Away From Home 76 Grandma Brown 78 Slumber Song 80 The Enigma 81 The Passing of the Old Elm 82 Afterward 84 “The Pilgrim Spirit” 86 In Memoriam 87 L’Envoi 88 TO MY PILGRIM MOTHER. To her who sanctified the simple things of life, Across the journeying years I bring A wreath of amaranth and asphodel To mingle with the everlasting light about her brow, And on her breast, serene, I fold the glory of an angel’s wing. Singlehurst, Plympton, Massachusetts. THE TRYST OF NATIONS. Tremendous dawn! that turns its back upon a fumbling past, and then, in radiant ecstasy, sweeps up the heavens, down the spaces of the wind, revealing, healing, seeking out the darkest places of the world. Night, still crimsoned by the blood of sacrifice, has sung its Sorrow-Song; we must forget, and pray for those who day by day must grow more intimate with pain, or some unspoken loneliness. O Dawn of Love’s completion, though earth still trembles we no longer fear imperial will, and, phoenix-like, the peasant rises from the dust, stares with his blinded eyes, and praises God.