To ——

I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills

The morning drum-call on my eager ear

I have trod the upward and the downward slope

He hears with gladdened heart the thunder

Farewell, fair day and fading light

If this were Faith

God, if this were enough

My Wife

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true

To the Muse

Resign the rhapsody, the dream

To an Island Princess

Since long ago, a child at home

To Kalakaua

The Silver Ship, my King—that was her name

To Princess Kaiulani

Forth from her land to mine she goes

To Mother Maryanne

To see the infinite pity of this place

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