The Wife The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers, The gardener should come methinks And walk among his bowers,

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind, Is all the sad world needs.

A curious vision on mine eyes unfu… In the deep night. I saw, or see… Two Centuries meet, and sit down… Across the great round table of th… One with suggested sorrows in his…

I left the farm when mother died a… To daughter Susie’s stylish house… And there was them before I came… How I would find the town folks’… They said I’d have no comfort in…

Whatever the task that comes your… Just take it as part of your luck. Look it right square in the eyes,… ‘This is my

I and my Soul are alone to-day, All in the shining weather; We were sick of the world, and put… So we could rejoice together. Our host, the Sun, in the blue, b…

Bohemia, o’er thy unatlassed borde… How many cross, with half-reluctan… And unformed fears of dangers and… To find delights, more wholesome a… Than ever yet were known to the “e…

Gather them out of the valley— Bring them from moorland and hill, And cast them in wreaths and in ga… On the city so silent and still— So voiceless, so silent, and still…

As the funeral train with its hono… On its mournful way went sweeping, While a sorrowful nation bowed its… And the whole world joined in weep… I thought, as I looked on the sol…

I’m pardoned out. Again the stars Shine on me with their myriad eyes… So long I’ve peered ‘twixt iron b… I’m awed by this expanse of skies. The world is wider than I thought…

I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a… A wee one, that grows Down low on the bush, where her si… Cannot see all that’s done As the moments roll on.

He never made a fortune, or a nois… In the world where men are seeking… But he had a healthy brood of girl… Who loved the very ground on which… They thought him just little short…

Friend of my youth, let us talk of… Of the long lost golden hours. When “Winter” meant only Christma… And “Summer” wreaths of flowers. Life has grown old, and cold, my f…

This is the baby who doesn’t do a… This is the lady who loves to wear… This is their big sister, this is… And this stout thumb is their grea…

When mighty issues loom before us,… The petty great men of the day see… Like pigmies standing in a blaze o… Before some grim majestic mountain… War, with its bloody and impartial…