Equalizing small and large,

While the soul it doth surcharge,
That the poor is wealthy grown,
And the hermit never alone,

The traveller and the road seem one
With the errand to be done,

That were a man's and lover's part,

That were Freedom's whitest chart.

SUUM CUIQUE.

THE rain has spoiled the farmer's day; Shall sorrow put my books away?

Thereby are two days lost :

Nature shall, mind her own affairs;

I will attend my proper cares,

In rain, or sun, or frost.

COMPENSATION.

WHY should I keep holiday

When other men have none?

Why but because, when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone?

And why, when mirth unseals all tongues, Should mine alone be dumb?

Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,

And now their hour is come.

FORBEARANCE.

HAST thou named all the birds without a gun? Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk? At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse? Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust? And loved so well a high behavior,

In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained, Nobility more nobly to repay?

O, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!

THE PARK.

THE prosperous and beautiful

To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.

I cannot shake off the god;

On my neck he makes his seat;

I look at my face in the glass,
My eyes his eyeballs meet.

Enchanters! enchantresses !

Your gold makes you seem wise; The morning mist within your grounds

More proudly rolls, more softly lies.