At Minas Basin and Other Poems — Tetrapla

SACRIFICE.

Green-haloed cup of the gods, cool from the deeps, Fountain of life, whence comes thy wave that blesses?

"The burdened cloud attempts the mountain steeps, To perish 'mid the rugged wildernesses."

LIBERTY.

Thou rugged Gaian of man's free behests, Belted and helmed 'neath God's red thunder-flails;

World climes upon thy many-cloven crests, And ordered kingdoms in thy fertile vales!

BEAUTY.

The grace of strength the shaggy hills attest, And cresting billows in their power serene;

Beauty was suckled at no weakling's breast, She sits the manëd lion like a queen.