So thou hast the art, good dame, t… To keep Time’s perishing touch at… From the roseate splendor of the c… And the silver threads from the go… And the tell-tale years that have…

Now ere I slept, my prayer had be… To do the will of Christ, our Lor… And with this prayer upon my lips… But suddenly the world of night a… From forest, and from slaughter ho…

Now what were the words of Jesus, And what would He pause and say, If we were to meet in home or stre… The Lord of the world to-day? Oh, I think He would pause and sa…

Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won… Another grand soul I have ruined… I, who am licensed by good Christ… Eat and eat at their souls till by… I spoil them, I soil them, and pa…

They say the world is round, and y… I often think it square, So many little hurts we get From corners here and there. But one great truth in life I’ve…

Uncle Rob says: Once the daisies all were white, Till a baby fellow Ate his supper down one night, And stained his face all yellow.

I am thinking of the Springtime On the farm out in the West, When my world held nothing for me… (Save a courage all undaunted), And my foolish little rhymes,

I strolled last eve across the lon… One solitary picture struck my eye… A distant ploughboy stood against… How far he seemed above the noisy… Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod

Not we who daily walk the city’s Not those who have been cradled in… Best understand its architectural… Or realise its grandeur. Oft we… Some stranger who has staid his pa…

Said the manicure scissors one day… ‘The shears always have their own… And I think it absurd That I am deterred From entering into life’s fray.

Sing to me! Something of sunlight… I am so compassed with sorrow and… I am so sick with the world’s nois… Sing of the beauty and brightness… Sing to me, sing to me!

I said this morning, as I leaned… My shutters open to the Spring’s… ‘Tell me, O Earth, how is it that… Year after year the same fresh fee… How do you keep your young exultan…

Oh! we love all the French, and w… As along through France we go. But the moments to us that are kee… Are the ones when our khaki boys w… Stalwart and handsome and trim and…

There’s many a house of grandeur, With turret, tower and dome, That knows not peace or comfort, And does not prove a home. I do not ask for splendor