THERE is no day so dark But through the murk some ray of h… Some blessed touch from Heaven th… If we but chose to mark. We shut the portals fast,

THE wild rose blooms for the sun… The tide ebbs slowly out; I hear in the dreamy afternoon The far-off fisher’s shout. The sand lies gray and the sea lea…

ARE the roses fallen, dear my chi… Has the winter left us only thorns… Sharp and shuddering stalks in tan… Set with cruel teeth and iron horn… Wait a little, fret not, and at la…

WHAT dost thou here, young wife,… Gathering crimson dulse? Know’st thou not that the cloud in… And the wind has a hurrying pulse? Peaceful the eastern waters before…

“O LOVE,” he whispered low, “Et… And softly twilight’s shadows roun… And one by one the stars grew brig… And warm airs from the gates of su… Swift o’er the summer sea they lig…

THE blossoms blush on the bough, And the air is full of song, Oh give me my answer now, Dear Love, I have waited long! The blossoms mantle and flush, —

WHY art thou colored like the eve… Sorrowing for sunset? Lovely dost… Bared by the washing of the eager… At the snow’s motionless and wind-… Cold stretch the snows, cold thron…

A STRONG sweet tide toward the… Sets steadfastly, till every inlet… And to the waiting silence, blank… Its full refreshment brings. Through the day’s business passing…

THE clover blossoms kiss her feet… She is so sweet, While I, who may not kiss her han… Bless all the wild flowers in the… Soft sunshine falls across her bre…

STANDS Hjelma at her lady’s cha… Serving with ready hands, About her head her shining hair Braided in golden strands. A rose blooms in her maiden cheek,

COME under my cloak, my darling! Thou little Norwegian maid! Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling se… Shall chill or make thee afraid. Come close, little blue-eyed maide…

I LIT the lamps in the lighthous… For the sun dropped down and the d… They shone like a glorious cluster… Ten golden and five red. Looking across, where the line of…

THE tide flows up, the tide flows… The water brims the creek and fall… A cottage weather-stained and brow… Lifts at the brink its time-worn w… Beneath the lowly window sill

OH tell me not of heavenly halls, Of streets of pearl and gates of g… Where angel unto angel calls 'Mid splendors of the sky untold; My homesick heart would backward t…

IF God speaks anywhere, in any vo… To us, his creatures, surely here… We hear Him, while the great chor… Our heads, and all the symphony’s… Breaks over us with challenge to o…