The overhanging thunder,
The shades of night which plunge engulff d under

Those yawning island-caves ;
But in their stead for you shall glisten soon
The coral circlet and the still lagoon.
Green shores of freedom, blest with calms.
And sunlit streams and meads, and shadowy palms :
Such joys await you, in our sorrows' stead ;
Thither our charts have almost led ;
Nor in that land shall worth, truth, courage, ask for
alms.
X.
VALETE ET SALVETE.
O, TRAINED beneath the Northern Star I
Worth, courage, honor, these indeed



HORACE GREELEY. 32 1

Your sustenance and birthright are !
Now, from her sweet dominion freed,
Your Foster Mother bids you speed ;
Her gracious hands the gates unbar,
Her richest gifts you bear away,
Her memories shall be your stay :
Go where you will, her eyes your course shall mark
afar.
June 35, 1873.
HORACE GREELEY.
EARTH, let thy softest mantle rest
On this worn child to thee returning.
Whose youth was nurtured at thy breast,

Who loved thee with such tender yearning !
He knew thy fields and woodland ways.
And deemed thy humblest son his brother: —
Asleep, beyond our blame or praise.
We yield him back, O gentle Mother !

Of praise, of blame, he drank his fill :

Who has not read the life-long story ?
And dear we hold bis fame, but still

The man was dearer than his glory.
And now to us are left alone

The closet where his shadow lingers.
The vacant chair, — that was a throne, —

The pen, just fallen from his fingers.
Wrath changed to kindness on that pen ;

Though dipped in gall, it flowed with honey;
One flash from out the cloud, and then

The skies with smile and jest were sunny.
