14 PATHS OF POESY. 



The unknown place where winds are bom, 

 And nurtured to a mighty storm ; 

 The trackless ways they speed along. 

 Sounding like some discordant song ; 

 The infant zephyrs caressing way. 

 Cheering and dying within a day ; 

 Whether they play^on wave or tree. 

 They are bright paths of poesy. 



The humble dwellings on every shore, 

 Homes of the much neglected poor. 

 Who groan beneath oppression's hand. 

 And strangers seem in their fatherland ; 

 Where sires and sons toil hard with care. 

 And hopeless live in a world so fair. 

 Languishing daily to be free ; 

 These too are paths of poesy. 



The bright and everlasting sun. 

 The moon which rose when time begun. 

 The million stars that light the sky. 

 The spangled floor of heaven on high. 

 Bright and sublime have ever been ; 

 And dazzling paths of silvery sheen. 

 The sea, the earth, and canopy. 

 Are all sweet paths of poesy. 



