My babe was moaning in its sleep, I leaned and kissed it where it la… My pain was such I could not weep… Oh, would God take my child away? He had so many round his throne—

‘Tis time to dress. Dost hear the… Like sobbing waves that roll up fr… Yes, yes, I hear – I yield – no n… I know your wishes,– send Lisette… I hate the ballroom; hate its gild…

Death! I know not what room you… But I will go my way, Rejoicing day by day, Nor will I flee or stay For fear I tread the path you may…

Friend of my youth, let us talk of… Of the long lost golden hours. When “Winter” meant only Christma… And “Summer” wreaths of flowers. Life has grown old, and cold, my f…

Over and over the task was set, Over and over I slighted the work… But ever and alway I knew that ye… I must face and finish the toil I… Over and over the whip of pain

It is easy to sit in the sunshine And talk to the man in the shade; It is easy to float in a well-trim… And point out the places to wade. But once we pass into the shadows,

Let mine not be that saddest fate… To live beyond my greater self; to… My faculties decaying, as the tree Stands stark and helpless while it… Let me hear rather the imperious c…

One time in Arcadie’s fair bowers There met a bright immortal band, To choose their emblems from the f… That made an Eden of that land. Sweet Constancy, with eyes of hop…

Now what were the words of Jesus, And what would He pause and say, If we were to meet in home or stre… The Lord of the world to-day? Oh, I think He would pause and sa…

All in the time when Earth did mo… The cold, ungracious aspect of you… Sweet Summer came, and bade him s… She wove bright garlands, and in w… She bound him willing captive. D…

To Miss Eva Russell. The spring time is deaf to our ple… The meadows are brown as can be. The hilltops are bleak and unlovel… No thrush sits and sings on the tr…

ust a changing sea of colour Surging up and flowing down; And pagodas shining golden, night… And a sun-burst-tinted throng Of young priests that move along

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…

Only a blunder-a sad mistake; All my own fault and mine alone. The saddest error a heart can make… I was so young, or I would have k… Only his rare, sweet, tender smile…