Don’t drink, boys, don’t! There is nothing of happiness, ple… In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale… If they cheer you when drunk, you… In headaches and crossness the fol…

The Queen is taking a drive to-da… They have hung with purple the car… They have dressed with purple the… Where the Queen goes forth and ne… Let no man labour as she goes by

Here, in the heart of the world, Here, in the noise and the din, Here, where our spirits were hurle… To battle with sorrow and sin, This is the place and the spot

Now ere I slept, my prayer had be… To do the will of Christ, our Lor… And with this prayer upon my lips… But suddenly the world of night a… From forest, and from slaughter ho…

Not like a daring, bold, aggressiv… Is inspiration, eager to pursue, But rather like a maiden, fond, ye… Who gives herself to him who best… Once she may smile, or thrice, thy…

Methought a great wind swept acros… And all the toilers perished. The… Pale terror blanch the rosy face o… And careless eyes grow full of fea… The sounds of pleasure ceased; the…

Into the world’s most high and hol… Men carry selfishness, and graft a… The air is rent with warring of th… Loud Dogmas drown a brother’s cry… The Fleet-of-Creeds, upon Time’s…

The final word in the title of this volume refers to the Divine Power in every human being, the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness. It is this idea which m...

There was a time when I was confi… That God’s stupendous mystery of… Was mine to know. The wonder of i… New ecstasy and glory to the earth… I heard no voice that uttered it a…

I have listened to the sighing of… I have heard it change to crying,… I have seen the money-getters pass… As they went to forge new fetters… Then the voice of Labour thundere…

Whoever was begotten by pure love, And came desired and welcome into… Is of immaculate conception. He Whose heart is full of tenderness… Who loves mankind more than he lov…

You know that oasis, fresh and fai… In the city desert, as Greeley sq… That bright triangle of scented bl… That lies surrounded by grime and… Right in the breast of the seethin…

The cunningest thing that a baby c… Is the very first time it plays pe… When it hides its pink little face… And crows, and shows that it under… What nurse, and mamma and papa, to…

GOOD-BYE to the cradle, the dea… The rude hand of Progress has thr… No more to its motion o’er sleep’s… Our play-weary wayfarers peacefull… No more by the rhythm of slow-movi…

Up from the South come the birds… Frightened away by the presence of… Back to the vale comes the verdure… Back to the forest the leaves that… Over the hillside the carpet of sp…