Today I had a burial of my dead. There was no shroud, no coffin, an… No prayers were uttered and no tea… I only turned a picture to the wal… A picture that had hung within my…

The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam, And followed her low and high, But Moonbeam fled and hid her hea… She was so shy– so shy. The Sunbeam wooed with passion;

I set out for the Land of Content… By the gay crowded pleasure-highwa… With laughter, and jesting, I wen… With the mirth-loving throng for a… Then I knew I had wandered astray…

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 step across the mystic border-la… And look upon the wonder-world of… How beautiful, how beautiful its h… And all its valleys, how surpassin… The winding paths that lead up to…

Are you loving enough? There is s… Some one you hold as the dearest o… In the holiest shrine of your hear… Are you making it known? Is the t… To the one you love? If death’s q…

Soar not too high, O bird of Hop… Because the skies are fair; The tempest may come on apace And overcome thee there. When far above the mountain tops

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

Written by Request of the Proprie… Alas! my muse is getting fast; She uses slang, ’tis very clear. Last eve, as she was flying past, She whispered “Cheese it!” in my…

Who travels alone with his eyes on… Though he laughs in the day time o… For courage goes down at the set o… When the toil of the journey is al… He speeds but to grief though full…

Sir Knight of the world’s oldest… Sir Knight of the Army of God, You have crossed the strange mysti… The ground floor of truth you have… You have entered the sanctum sanct…

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…

Have you heard of the king of Can… Well, listen while I sing, He has pages on every hand, For he is a mighty king, And thousands of children bend the…

When God created this good world A few stupendous peaks were hurled From His strong hand, and they re… The wonder of the level plain. But these colossal heights are rar…