Dying? I am not dying. Are you ma… You think I need to ask for heave… I think you are a fiend, who would… To see me struggle in death’s cold… ‘But, man you lie! for I am stron…

God, what a world, if men in stree… Felt that same kinship of the huma… Which makes them, in the face of f… Rise to the meaning of True Broth…

My love is young, so young; Young is her cheek, and her throat… And life is a song to be sung With love the word for each note. Young is her cheek and her throat;

Somebody said, in the crowd, last… That you were married, or soon to… I have not thought of you, I beli… Since last we parted. Let me see… Five long Summers have passed sin…

There was a man, it was said one t… Who went astray in his youthful pr… Can the brain keep cool and the he… When the blood is a river that’s r… And boys will be boys the old folk…

I loved a maiden, long ago, She held within her hand my fate; And in the ruddy sunset glow We lingered at the garden gate. The splendor of the western skies

In the midnight of darkness and te… When I would grope nearer to God, With my back to a record of error And the highway of sin I have tro… There comes to me shapes I would…

Under the snow, in the dark and th… A pale little sprout was humming; Sweetly it sang, ’neath the frozen… Of the beautiful days that were co… “How foolish your songs!” said a l…

As some dusk mother shields from a… The tired child she gathers to her… The brunette Night doth fold me i… And hushes me to perfect peace and… Her eyes of stars shine on me, and…

I held the golden vessel of my sou… And prayed that God would fill it… Day after day the importuning cry Grew stronger-grew, a heaven-accus… Because no sacred waters laved my…

Lord, let us pray. Give us the open mind, O God, The mind that dares believe In paths of thought as yet untrod; The mind that can conceive

When from dawn till noon seems one… And from noon till night another, Oh, then should a little boy come… And creep into the arms of his mot… Snugly creep and fall asleep,

We cannot choose our sorrows. One… Who, reverent of soul, and strong… Cried, ‘God, though Thou shouldst… Yet will I praise thy everlasting… Beggared, my faith would never hal…

Always at sea I think about the d… On barques invisible they seem to… The self-same course; and from the… Then I recall old words that they… And see their faces etched upon th…

Oh, boastful, wicked land, that on… How bitter and how black must be y… While Time goes down the centurie… Time’s voice is just. His words r… The clear-eyed Future slowly writ…