Earth helped him with the cry of blood.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

Free as a bird to settle where I will.

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.