Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.