The moral conscience—court of last… Our word of God—our Heaven—sent l… From what high aims it lures our s… To what immoral deeds it sets its… That beacon lamp has lost its sacr…

Before me now a little picture lie… A little shadow of a childish face… Childishly sweet, yet with the daw… Of thought and wisdom on her lips… Fair, oval, broad-brow’d face—smal…

My skies were blue, and my sun was… And, with fingers tender and stron… He woke up the music that slept be… Echoing, echoing evermore! By-and-by, my skies grew grey;—

Speak kindly, wife; the little one… Fairest and straightest in the war… We talk so often of the seed we so… But, maybe, when we think our labo… And when we look to gather in the…

A vision haunts me, love, when tho… Chilling my heart as frost nips A… A covering cloud, when all is fair… That takes the sweetness from our… It steals the colour from our brig…

To you, who look below,    Where little candles glow— Who listen in a narrow street, Confused with noise of passing fee… To you 'tis wild and dark;

And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up For theatres and balls? Nay, though the cage be made of go…

“ON board the Petrel, in St. Luc… Of yellow fever—agèd twenty-nine.” “Who did you say, my lady?” drawle… “The duke—what duke?” “I did not speak of dukes,”

Me let the world disparage and des…    As one unfettered with its gild…    As one untempted by its sordid… Its pleasant vice, its profitable… Let Justice, blind and halt and m…

Poor, hapless souls! at whom we st… As at invading armies sweeping by— As strange to haggard face and des… Did we not know the worm must turn… Poor, hungry men, with hungry chil…

Is it a virtue, as the sages say, The 'trivial round and common task… And for no wider walk of life to s… Than we were born to; sweetly, day… Our meed of lowly reverence to pay

Another mile—a year Pass’d by for ever! And the warni… From upper heaven to darkest depth… O we are drawing near! All through the waiting lands

How will our unborn children scoff… In the good years to come, The happier ears to come, Because, like driven sheep, we yie… Before the shearers dumb.

Why stand dumbfounded and aghast, As at invading armies sweeping by, Surprised by haggard face and thre… The storm unheralded, that rose so… Men, with gaunt wives and hungry c…

Calm as that moonbeam on the wall, Sleep broods on baby’s eyes; Arms, hush’d and still, but pulsin… Enfold him as he lies; My brain is full of thronging thou…