XXV. IF THIS WERE FAITH—God, if this were enough XXVI. MY WIFE—Trusty, dusky, vivid, true XXVII. TO THE MUSE—Resign the rhapsody, the dream XXVIII. TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS—Since long ago, a child at home XXIX. TO KALAKAUA—The Sliver Ship, my King—that was her name XXX. TO PRINCESS KAIULANI—Forth form her land to mine she goes XXXI. TO MOTHER MARYANNE—To see the infinite pity of this place XXXII. IN MEMORIAM E. H.—I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare XXXIII. TO MY WIFE—Long must elapse ere you behold again XXXIV. TO MY OLD FAMILIARS—Do you remember—can we e’er forget? XXXV. The tropics vanish, and meseems that I XXXVI. TO S. C.—I heard the pulse of the besieging sea XXXVII. THE HOUSE OF TEMBINOKA—_Let us_, _who part like brothers_, _part like bards_ XXXVIII. THE WOODMAN—In all the grove, not stream nor bird XXXIX. TROPIC RAIN—As the single pang of the blow, when the metal is mingled well XL. AN END OF TRAVEL—Let now your soul in this substantial world XLI. We uncommiserate pass into the night XLII. Sing me a song of a lad that is gone XLIII. TO S. R. CROCKETT—Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and rain are flying XLIV. EVENSONG—The embers of the day are red I—THE VAGABOND (_To an air of Schubert_) Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river— There’s the life for a man like me, There’s the life for ever. Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o’er me; Give the face of earth around And the road before me. Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me. Or let autumn fall on me Where afield I linger, Silencing the bird on tree, Biting the blue finger. White as meal the frosty field— Warm the fireside haven— Not to autumn will I yield, Not to winter even! Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o’er me; Give the face of earth around, And the road before me. Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask, the heaven above And the road below me. II—YOUTH AND LOVE—I Once only by the garden gate Our lips we joined and parted. I must fulfil an empty fate And travel the uncharted. Hail and farewell! I must arise, Leave here the fatted cattle, And paint on foreign lands and skies My Odyssey of battle.