onderful change to come, He heard the Summoning Angel, Who calls God's children home And to him in a holier welcome Was the mystical meaning given Of the words of the blessed Master: ‘Of such is the kingdom of heaven!’
A welcome to Lowell. take our hands, James Russell Lowell, Our hearts are all thy own; To-day we bid thee welcome Not for ourselves alone. In the long years of thy absence Some of us have grown old, And some have passed the portals Of the Mystery untold; For the James Russell Lowell, Our hearts are all thy own; To-day we bid thee welcome Not for ourselves alone. In the long years of thy absence Some of us have grown old, And some have passed the portals Of the Mystery untold; For the hands that cannot clasp thee, For the voices that are dumb, For each and all I bid thee A grateful welcome home! For Cedarcroft's sweet singer To the nine-fold Muses dear; For the Seer the winding Concord Paused by his door to hear; For him, our guide and Nestor, Who the march of song began, The white locks of his ninety years Bared to thy winds, Cape Ann! For him who, to the music Her pines and hemlocks played, Set the old and tender story Of the lorn Acadian maid; For him, whose voice for
Lilies on the Portrait of a Celebrated Publisher, III. 153.
Lines written in all Album, IV. 410.
Lines, written on the Departure of Joseph Sturge, IV. 321.
Lost Occasion, The, IV. 63.
The. III. 135.
Lowell, James Russell, IV. 302.
Lumbermen, The, III. 297.
Mabel Martin: A Harvest Idyl, i. 195.
Maids of Attitash, The, IV. 259.
Mantle of St. John de Matha, The, III. 250.
Marais du Cygne, Le, III. 185.
Marguerite, i. 311.
Mary Garvin, i.
Vesta, II. 305.
Vision of Echard, The, II. 315.
Voices, The, III. 345.
Vow of Washington, The, IV. 286.
Voyage of the Jettie, II. 170.
Waiting, The, II. 132.
Watchers, The, III. 223.
Wedding Veil, The, IV. 331.
Welcome to Lowell, A, IV. 152.
Well of Loch Maree, The, i. 124.
What of the Day, III. 191.
What State Street said to South Carolina, IV. 399.
What the Birds said, III. 248.
What the Traveller said at Sunset, II. 334.
What the Voice said, II. 213.