The strings of my heart were strun… And I laughed when the music fell… For he and Mirth played a joyful… And they played so loud that I co… The wailing and mourning of souls…

O man, with your wonderful dower, O woman, with genius and grace, You can teach the whole world with… If you are but worthy the place. The stage is a force and a factor

Just when all hope had perished in… And balked desire made havoc with… My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind… And sent those gracious words upon… “When knowing Night her dusky sca…

Then, kiss me, sweet, just as you… I will not point, nor scold, nor t… Kiss me, dear love, in thy sweet w… But kiss me oft, sweetheart, I pr… Oh, sweet, I would be understood,

Columbia, fair queen in your glory… Columbia, the pride of the earth! We crown you with song– wreath and… We honour the day of your birth! The wrath of a king and his minion…

A vision beauteous as the morn, With heavenly eyes and tresses str… Slow glided o’er a field late shor… Where walked a poet idly dreaming. He saw her, and joy lit his face.

Fling my past behind me, like a ro… Worn threadbare in the seams, and… I have outgrown it. Wherefore sho… And dwell up on its beauty, and it… Of Oriental splendour, or complai…

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…

In Nature’s bright blossoms not a… That strange subtle essence more r… Which lies in the hearts of carnat… That unexplained something by men… Though modest the flower, yet grea…

DEDICATED TO THE MEN… Our Motherland, dear Motherland, The source of beauty and of Art, Who but thy children understand The love which permeates each hear…

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…

All the aim of life is just Getting back to God. Spirit casting off its dust, Getting back to God. Every grief we have to bear

Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst no… Although no more I haunt thy drea… Thy hungering heart forever must r… And starve for those lost moments… Naught shall avail thy priestly ri…

Lightly they hold him and lightly… Soft as a pillow are somebody’s ar… Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly Over the rim of the cradle they la… Baby’s first journey is free from…

Over my desk in a dark office bend… Dim seems the sunlight and dull se… But when the afternoon draws towar… Here waits my steel steed-I mount… Like cobwebs of silver I see in t…