Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: WEST NORTH, east, south, west,—'tis thus geographers Bound the known earth and for the unknown make quest; But I, remembering each sweet way of hers, Look only west. And less reluctant now that she has gone, The golden sun goes down its arching way, Bearing to her the welcome light of dawn And the new day. Such peace, such calm as hers they only find Who know life and its surging waters wide,— Who dare the deeps and shoals of soul and mind At the supremest tide. So as each eve the western windows grow Bright in the dying rays and discords cease, The thought of her becomes an afterglow Of joy, calm, peace. ESCHEAT TO my estate no heirs succeed; When I have done with it no man Shall find it suited to his need, Adapted to his plan. The walls for me were built, and when I close the door and turn the key No one shall enter there again, Or rule in place of me. This house is all I own; though poor It shelters me, and many a storm Has passed it, leaving all secure, The inner hearthstone warm. But after me no eager kin Shall hold my former house in pride; No enemy shall enter in As tenant to abide. The friendly earth is good and sweet And kindly to its heart will draw Estates like mine when they escheat By nature's changeless law. SHADOW LINES WHEN slow the brooding dark around you falls, Save only as the lamp's rose-mellowed light Burns through it, but without dispelling quite— Trembling along the dim and shadowy walls— What fleeting spirit of the evening calls? What songs come stealing to you through the night Along the vistas of brave fancy's flight— What story steals from old Romance's halls? I can not fathom what these things to you May bring; nor what sad thoughts to you belong; N...