William Ellery Channing. 1817- ——.
I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me;
If my bark sinks, 't is to another sea.
A Poet's Hope.
I sing New England, as she lights her fire
In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright
Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,
She still is there, the guardian on the tower,
To open for the world a purer hour.
New England.
Most joyful let the Poet be;
It is through him that all men see.
The Poet of the Old and New Times.
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