If we sit down at set of sun, And count the things that we have… And counting, find One self-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him who he…

There was a kingdom known as the… A kingdom vast as fair, And the brave king, Brain, had th… In royal splendor there. Oh! that was a beautiful, beautifu…

Slipping away—slipping away! Out of our brief year slips the M… And Winter lingers, and Summer fl… And Sorrow abideth, and Pleasure… And the days are short, and the ni…

I am tired to-night, and something… The wind maybe, or the rain, Or the cry of a bird in the copse… Has brought back the past and its… And I feel as I sit here thinking…

There was a little comet who lived… She loved to wander out at night a… The mother of the comet was a very… She used to scold her reckless chi… She told her of the ogre, Sun, wh…

I called to the wind of the Winte… As he sped like a steed on his way… ‘Oh! rest for awhile on thy journe… And answer these questions, I pra… ’Who is the foe to all virtue,

Up from the South come the birds… Frightened away by the presence of… Back to the vale comes the verdure… Back to the forest the leaves that… Over the hillside the carpet of sp…

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…

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…

A drop of water risen from the oce… Forgot its cause, and spake with d… Unto a passing breeze. ‘How deso… And all forlorn is my unhappy fate… I know not whence I came, or wher…

Not they who know the awful gibbet… Not they who, while sad years go b… The sunless cells of lonely prison… Do suffer fullest penalty for sin. ’Tis they who walk the highways un…

There is no progress in the world… However wise and wonderful they ar… Their wisdom makes not increase.… To wider goals, in that tense stri… A Sovereign Ruler? Forth from f…

All in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wr… And there is gain in this. We do not always win the race

Just as I shape the purport of my… Lord of the Universe, shape Thou… Let each ill thought that in my he… Mould circumstance and bring ill l… Until I weed the garden of my min…

Woman, sitting at your ease, In the midst of luxuries, Bound by chains of selfishness, With no aim but ‘how to dress,’ Does the thought ne’er come to you