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In his great cushioned chair by th… An old man sits dreaming to-night, His withered hands, licked by the… Warm rays of the red anthracite, Are folded before him, all listles…
There is no summit you may not att… No purpose which you may not yet a… If you will wait serenely and beli… Each seeming loss is but a step to… Between the mountain-tops lie vale…
’Tis the song of the morning, The words of the sun, As he swings o’er the mountains: ‘There’s work to be done: I must wake up the sleepers,
Of a thousand things that the Yea… The busy Old Year who has gone aw… How many will rise in the Spring,… Brought to life by the sun of May… Will the rose-tree branches, so wh…
There are not many sins when once… In actions of evolving human souls Striving to reach high goals And falling backward into dust and… Some element we find that seems to…
I knew that a baby was hid in that… Though I saw no cradle and heard… But the husband was tip-toeing ‘ro… And the good wife was humming a so… And there was a look on the face o…
Mother says, ‘Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry.… Auntie says, with manner grave, ‘Wife is synonym for slave.’ Father asks, in tones commanding,
Do you remember the name I wore— The old pet-name of Little Queen… In the dear, dead days that are no… The happiest days of our lives, I… For we loved with that passionate…
The earth is yours and mine, Our God’s bequest. That testament divine Who dare contest? Usurpers of the earth,
I look to Science for the cure of… To patient righting of a thousand… To final healing of a thousand ill… Blind runner now, and cruel egotis… It yet leads on to more than morta…
I saw the day lean o’er the world’… And peer into night’s chasm, dark… High in his hand he held a blazing… Then dropped it and plunged headlo… With lurid splendor that swift pal…
Long have I searched, Cathedral s… To find a symbol, from the hand of… That gave the full expression (not… Of that ecstatic peace which follo… Life’s pain and passion. Strange…
When thy hand touches mine, throug… Of intricate and interlacèd veins Shoot swift delights that border o… Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh. When in thine eager eyes I look t…
I’m sick of 'musn’ts,' said Dorot… Sick of musn’ts, as I can be. From early dawn till the close of… I hear a musn’t, and never a may. It’s 'you musn’t lie there like a…
I am a river flowing from God’s s… Through devious ways. He mapped… I cannot change it; mine alone the… To keep the waters free from grime… The winding river ends where it be…