|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Ellery Channing. (18171901)|
| I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me;|
If my bark sinks, t is to another sea.
| A Poets Hope.|
| I sing New England, as she lights her fire|
In every Prairies midst; and where the bright
Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,
She still is there, the guardian on the tower,
To open for the world a purer hour.
| New England.|
| Most joyful let the Poet be;|
It is through him that all men see.
| The Poet of the old and new Times.|
| My highway is unfeatured air,|
My consorts are the sleepless stars,
And men my giant arms upbear
My arms unstained and free from scars.
| Hymn of the Earth.|
| A wail in the wind is all I hear;|
A voice of woe for a lovers loss.
| Tears in Spring.|