...and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. " All day the wings have fann'd At that fair height, the cold thin atmosphere — Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near." Mr. Bryant has also written a pleasant poem, entitled — " Green River,"...

...lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? ' All day thy wings have fann'd At that far height,...atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. ' And soon that toil shall end. Soon shalt thou find a summer home,...

...Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, hut not lost All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far...atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, ' ' Though the dark night is near. • • And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thou find a summer...

...chafd ocean side? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast— The dnert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost....that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop net, weary, to the welcome land, Tbo' the dark night is near. And soon that tail shall end. Soon shalt...

...coast ; The desert and illimitable air Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not weary to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon shall thou find a summer home and...

...— The desert and illimitable air, — ^ Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, . Soon shalt thou find a summer home,...

...coast,— The desert aud inimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thon find a summer home, and...

...and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. " All day the wings have fann'd At that fair height, the cold thin atmosphere — Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near." Mr. Bryant has also written a pleasant poem, entitled — " Green River,"...

...pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings hare fann'd, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and...

...thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Vainly the fowler's eye Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink...atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and...