Oh, not for the great departed, Who formed our country’s laws, And not for the bravest-hearted Who died in freedom’s cause, And not for some living hero

I have listened to the sighing of the bu… I have heard it change to crying, with a… I have seen the money-getters pass unhee… As they went to forge new fetters for th… Then the voice of Labour thundered fort…

When the soft sweet wind o’ the south we… I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye… And out where the robin sang his song, We lived and loved, while the days were… In the sweet, sweet eves, when the moon…

When shall I hear the thrushes sing, And see their graceful, round throats sw… When shall I watch the bluebirds bring The straws and twiglets for their dwelli… When shall I hear among the trees

I sit in the twilight dim At the close of an idle day, And I list to the soft sweet hymn, That rises far away, And dies on the evening air.

When my blood flows calm as a purling ri… When my heart is asleep and my brain has… It is then that I vow we must part for… That I will forget you, and put you awa… Out of my life, as a dream is banished

Flowers of France in the Spring, Your growth is a beautiful thing; But give us your fragrance and bloom, Yea, give us your lives in truth, Give us your sweetness and grace

Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near him, ‘Do you know I am going away? ’ I had never seen their faces,

The Wife The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers, The gardener should come methinks And walk among his bowers,

Let me look always forward. Never back. Was I not formed for progress? Otherwis… With onward pointing feet and searching… Would God have set me squarely on the t… Up which we all must labour with life’s…

Oh life is wonderful,' she said, ‘And all my world is bright; Can Paradise show fairer skies, Or more effulgent light?’ (Speak lower, lower, mortal heart,

In his great cushioned chair by the fend… An old man sits dreaming to-night, His withered hands, licked by the tender… Warm rays of the red anthracite, Are folded before him, all listless;

He never made a fortune, or a noise In the world where men are seeking after… But he had a healthy brood of girls and… Who loved the very ground on which he tr… They thought him just little short of G…

‘Be not attached.’ So runs the great c… For those who seek to ‘know’ and ‘unders… Who sounds the waters of the deeper sea Must first draw up his anchor and go fre… But not for me, that knowledge. I must…