OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

ESSAYIST, POET, NOVELIST, HUMORIST, SCIENTIST.

EXTRACTS.

BUILD thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!

Leave thy low-vaulted past!

Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,

Till thou at length art free,

Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!

Long has it waved on high,

And many an eye has danced to see

That banner in the sky.

OLD IRONSIDES.

AND, since, I never dare to write

As funny as I can.

THE HEIGHT OF THE RIDICULOUS.

SILENCE like a poultice comes

To heal the blows of sound.

THE MUSIC-GRINDERS.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

ESSAYIST, POET, NOVELIST, HUMORIST, SCIENTIST.

EXTRACTS.

BUILD thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!

Leave thy low-vaulted past!

Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,

Till thou at length art free,

Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

You hear that boy laughing? you think he's all fun, But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done; The children laugh loud as they troop to his call,

And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all. THE BOYS.

And the last tottering pillars fall,
Take the poor dust Thy mercy warms,
And mould it into heavenly forms.

THE LIVING TEMPLE.

GOD of all Nations! Sovereign Lord!
In Thy dread name we draw the sword,
We lift the starry flag on high

That fills with light our stormy sky.

ARMY HYMN.

When I talk of Whig and Tory, when I tell the Rebel story, To you the words are ashes, but to me they're burning coals.

GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL.

Pat

LORD of the Universe! shield us and guard us,
Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun!
Thou hast united us, who shall divide us?
Keep us, O keep us the Many in One!

Up with our banner bright,

Sprinkled with starry light,

Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore,

While through the sounding sky

Loud rings the nation's cry,

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Union and Liberty! One evermore !

UNION AND LIBERTY.

WHILE Valor's haughty champions wait
Till all their scars are shown,

Love walks unchallenged through the gate

To sit beside the Throne.

THE TWO ARMIES.

WHO would not, will not, if he can,
Bathe in the breezes of fair Cape Ann,
Rest in the bowers her bays enfold,
Loved by the sachems and squaws of old?
Home where the white magnolias bloom,
Sweet with the bayberry's chaste perfume,
Hugged by the woods and kissed by the sea!
Where is an Eden like to thee?

THE BROOMSTICK TRAIN.

LITTLE of all we value here

Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year
Without both feeling and looking queer.

THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE.