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And yonder fly his scattered golden arrows,
And smite the hills with day.

— Bayard Taylor The Poet's Journal (1863)

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Sleep, soldiers! still in honored rest
Your truth and valor wearing:
The bravest are the tenderest,—
The loving are the daring.

The Song of the Camp (1856)

Knowledge alone is the being of Nature,
Giving a soul to her manifold features,
Lighting through paths of the primitive darkness,
The footsteps of Truth and the vision of Song.

Kilimandjaro (1852)

If she but smile, the crystal calm shall break
In music, sweeter than it ever gave,
As when a breeze breathes o'er some sleeping lake,
And laughs in every wave.

The Return of the Goddess (1850)

Thunder-spasms the waking be
Into Life from Apathy:
Life, not Death, is in the gale, —
Let the coming Doom prevail!

The Poet's Journal (1863)

The hollows are heavy and dank
With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The Guests of Night (1871)

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