When shall I hear the thrushes si… And see their graceful, round thro… When shall I watch the bluebirds… The straws and twiglets for their… When shall I hear among the trees

(After James Thomson) As I came through the Valley of… As I came through the valley, onm… More awful that the darkness of th… Shone glimpses of a Past that had…

The sweet young Spring walks over… It flushes and glows on moor and l… The birds are singing in careless… The brook flows cheerily on to the… And I know that the flowers are b…

Begin each morning with a talk to… And ask for your divine inheritanc… Of usefulness, contentment, and su… Resign all fear, all doubt, and al… The stars doubt not, and they are…

Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou… Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is n… Let thy faith speak for thee. Swear not to me that nothing can d…

If you are sighing for a lofty wor… If great ambitions dominate your m… Just watch yourself and see you do… The common little ways of being ki… If you are dreaming of a future go…

Obscured the sun, the world is dar… Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, Send down thy spark. Let every heart in France be stir… By such an all-compelling word

I have been across the bridges of… Wet with tears Were the ties on which I trod, go… Down the track To the valley where I left, 'neat…

The voices of the city—merged and… Into a mighty dissonance of sound, And from the medley rose these bro… In changing time and ever-changing… Pleasure seekers, silken clad,

Well, how has it been with you sin… That last strange time of a hundre… When we met to swear that we could… I your caresses, and you my rhymes… The rhyme of my lays that rang lik…

Oh, for the power to call to aid,… Own humble Muse, the famed and sa… Then might she fitly sing, and onl… Of those intrepid and unflinching… Who knew no homes save ever moving…

In the old wars of the world there… Women of ancient sins who gave the… Women of weak wills and strong des… And, like the poison ivy in the wo… That winds itself about tall viril…

The gate was thrown open, I rode… More proud than a monarch who sits… I am but a jockey, yet shout upon… Went up from the people who watche… And the cheers that rang forth fro…

The four winds of earth, the Nort… Shrieked and groaned, sobbed and w… I stood in the dusk of the twiligh… And heard them go by with a terrib… ‘What is it, O winds! that is gri…