THE

WAGONER OF THE ALLEGHANIES.

Look on your country, God's appointed stage,

Where man's vast mind its boundless course shall run:

For that it was your stormy coast He spread,—

A fear in winter; girdled you about

With granite hills, and made you firm and dread.

Let him who fears before the foeman shout,

Or gives one inch before a vein has bled,

Turn on himself and let the traitor out.

BOKER.

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UNIVERSITY

CALIFORNIA

INTRODUCTION.

A GUEST Was I at Berkley Hall,—

And more behooves not guest to say:

The very pictures on the wall

With kindness seemed to whisper, "Stay !"

Old portraits of a dwindled line,

From Lely's ruff and doublet down

To Copley's matchless coat and gown,

Or Stuart's later touch divine.

Still from their frames of gold or oak,
A knight or lady shepherdess,

In valor or in loveliness,

Leaned through the twilight air and spoke:

They whispered that the road was dark,
And lone the highway by the river,

That past recall the latest bark

Had swept the landing of the park,—