Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: IN THE GARDEN Between the gusts of toil and fate I catch at that imagined peace, That sweetness incommunicate Which ceases, ere it seems to cease. The wind, this bright September mom, Blows large and clear across the down; Before me stirs the moving corn, Behind me hums the little town: The garden terrace where I stand Is sheltered from the restless breeze; I hear it rustling in the land, I see it rocking in the trees. IN THE GARDEN The partridge from the stubble calls; The distant guns unheeded boom; And on the mellow garden-walls The bulging plum puts on her bloom. Along the walks the ample phlox In warm luxuriance opens wide ; The red-rosetted hollyhocks Toss their pale stalks in upstart pride; They drink at will the vital air, They hope beneath the chilly sky, They thrive unchidden, nor compare Their sweetness with their dignity. Learn here to be at peace, my soul; A truce to all unkindly fears; The light that shines beyond the goal Throws back the shadow of the years. IN THE GARDEN O fickle heart, amid the din Still craving, craving after rest, Before thy harvest-time begin,— What, art thou never to be blest ? Ay, when thy sorrows are complete, Thy vaunted idols overthrown, Some day, hereafter, thou shalt beat As peacefully as nature's own. THE WIND-HARP Lofty and vast and still Closes the welcome night ; The crags grow cold on the hill, The snows grow firm on the height ; The streams to the valley leap, Chafing among the stones, Lulling the world asleep Soft, with /TSoliau tones. Gone is the pitiless glare, Branding the shameless earth, All her reckless despair, All her intolerant mirth. THE WIND-HARP All things slumber and take Strength that shall cope wit...