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

My heart is like a little bird That sits and sings for very gladn… Sorrow is some forgotten word, And so, except in rhyme, is sadnes… The world is very fair to me—

The Day has never understood the… Though sired by one Creative Powe… The White Man ever fails to read… Though from the self-same Source… So deep and wide, the Great Divid…

The Poker proposed to the shovel That they should be man and wife, ‘I think,’ said he, ‘that we could… As we journey along through life.’ The Shovel blushed as she answere…

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!

’Tis not the untried soldier new t… Who fears to enter into active str… Amidst the roll of drums, the cann… He craves adventure, and thinks no… But the scarred vetran knows the p…

The day is drawing near, my dear, When you and I must sever; Yet whether near or far we are, Our hearts will love forever, Our hearts will love forever.

These quiet Autumn days, My soul, like Noah’s dove, on air… Goes out and searches for the hidd… Beyond the hills of haze. With mournful, pleading cries,

We women teach our little sons how… And how ignoble blows are; school… Support our precepts and inoculate The growing minds with thoughts of… ‘Let dogs delight to bark and bite…

‘Be not attached.’ So runs the g… For those who seek to ‘know’ and ‘… Who sounds the waters of the deepe… Must first draw up his anchor and… But not for me, that knowledge.…

Where are the temperance people? Well, scattered here and there: Some gathering in their produce To show at the autumn fair; Some threshing wheat for market,

I will be true. Mad stars forsake… And, led by reckless meteors, turn… From paths appointed by Eternal F… But my fixed heart shall never go… Like those calm worlds, whose sun-…

I think men’s great capacity for p… Proves his immortal birthright. I… No merely human mind could bear th… Of some tremendous sorrows we endu… Art’s most ingenious breastworks f…

I saw them sitting in the shade; The long green vines hung over, But could not hide the gold-haired… And Earl, my dark-eyed lover. His arm was clasped so close, so c…

Give us that grand word woman once… And let’s have done with lady: one… Full of fine force, strong, beauti… Fit for the noblest use of tongue… And one’s a word for lackeys. One…