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.