The saddest hour of anguish and of loss Is not that season of supreme despair When we can find no least light anywhere To gild the dread, black shadow of the… Not in that luxury of sorrow when

Three million women without mates In lonely homes on earth! And Cupid sighs at heaven’s gates, Where many a spirit ego waits Its call again to birth.

A lovely little keeper of the home, Absorbed in menu books, yet erudite When I need counsel; quick at repartee And slow to anger. Modest as a flower, Yet scintillant and radiant as a star.

Each day that I live I am persuaded ane… A maxim I long have believed in, is tru… Each day I grow firmer in this, my beli… Strong drink causes half the world’s tro… Do I take up a paper, I read of a fight…

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…

Alone I climb the steep ascending path Which leads to knowledge. In the babbli… That hurry after, shouting to the world Small fragments of large truths, there i… Who comprehends my purpose, or who sees

There is no summit you may not attain, No purpose which you may not yet achieve… If you will wait serenely and believe. Each seeming loss is but a step to’rd ga… Between the mountain-tops lie vale and p…

I strolled last eve across the lonely do… One solitary picture struck my eye: A distant ploughboy stood against the sk… How far he seemed above the noisy town! Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod

Every morning, as I walk down From my dreary lodgings, toward the town… I see at a window, near the street, The face of a woman, fair and sweet, With soft brown eyes and chestnut hair,

Our lives are songs. God writes the wor… And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sa… As we choose to fashion the measure. We must write the music, whatever the so…

Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not… My Gracia, who hath so deserted me. Thou art my friend, but if thou dost def… I shall not hesitate to challenge thee. ‘Curse and forget her?’ So I might anot…

It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is one who will… When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble,

Let the dream go. Are there not other d… In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight That yet shall gild with beautiful gold… And shoot the shadows through and throug… What matters one lost vision of the nigh…

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