O limed soul! that, struggling to be free,

Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay: We know what we are, but know not what we Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart, with strings

of steel,

may be.

DR. E. YOUNG.

POEMS OF NATURE

The Prairie States

rewer Garden of Creation

A newer

-no

primal solitude:
Dense, joyous, modern, populous
millions cities and farms,
With iron interlaced, composite,
tied many in one,
By all the world contributed.
Freedom's and Laws and Thrift's society,
The crown and teeming Paradise, so
far of Time's accumulations,

To justify the Past

Walt Whitman