And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which arms the rich with the legal right to fix, by assize, the wages of the poor? If this is not slavery, we have forgotten its definition. Strike the right of associating for the sale of labor from the privileges of a freeman, and you may as well bind him to a master, or ascribe him to the soil.

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .

The victory of endurance born.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.