CAN one so strong in hope, so ric… That promised fruit of nobler wort… He yet had given, drop thus with s… The busy brain no more its work re… Can death for life so versatile fi…

IF at one door stands life to che… And at another, death, to mock bec… We thought life’s promise good; if… And is and should be ends in fume… Then let us live for joy alone—the…

THOSE times are gone, that circl… And we who live, now scattered far… Each in our separate centres fixed… Round which new interests now revo… In separate loves and duties day b…

THOU, so far, we grope to grasp… Thou, so near, we cannot clasp the… Thou, so wise, our prayers grow he… Thou, so loving, they are needless… In each human soul thou shinest,

STILL shines our August day, as… As when, long years ago, we sailed… Down the blue Narrows and the wid… Into the wrinkling ocean’s flashin… And the whole universe of sound an…

A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPI… FAR in the shuddering spaces of t… We live. We saw a Shape Of terror rise and spread and issu… And we would fain escape

I STARTED on a lonely road. A few companions with me went. Some fell behind, some forward str… But all on one high purpose bent: To live for Nature, finding truth

Ah, who can tell which guide were… To truth long sought, but unattain… The early faith, or late unrest? What age has earned, or boyhood ga… When down life’s vista as we gaze,

COME, we 'll light the parlor fi… Winter sets in sharp and rough. Wood is dear, but coal’s provided, For three months, I think, enough… Bring one hod of Lackawanna,

Beyond the low marsh-meadows and t… Seen through the hoary trunks of w… The long blue level of the ocean s… The distant surf, with hoarse, com… Out from its sandy barrier seems t…

IN boyhood’s days we read with ke… How young Aladdin rubbed his lamp… The towering Djin whose form his… Yet who was pledged to serve him d… But Gutenberg evoked a giant spri…

ON a time—not of old— When a poet had sent out his soul… Where the heart of the nation in p… In fold upon fold— He called back his soul who had pi…

BLACK in the midnight lies the… Its dim horizon from my window hig… I see shut in beneath a misty sky Red with the light a million lamp-… Up from the humming streets. And…

A Broadway Lyric SHE sits by the side of a turbule… That rushes and rolls forever Up and down like a weary dream In the trance of a burning fever.