I saw a youth, one of God’s favor… Crowned with beauty, and talents,… He had climbed the steep pathway,… To the summit of glory and wealth. The day is breaking, hearts are wa…

When Christmas bells are swinging… We hear sweet voices ringing from… And etched on vacant places, Are half forgotten faces Of friends we used to cherish, and…

Were I man grown, I’d stand With clean heart, soul, and hand, An honor to this land. I would be good and true. I would not

Now God be with the men who stand In Legislative halls, to-day. Those chosen princes of our land— May God be with them all, I say, And may His wisdom, guide, and sh…

I dwell in the western inland, Afar from the sounding sea, But I seem to hear it sobbing And calling aloud to me, And my heart cries out for the oce…

You never can tell when you send a… Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or… Just where it may chance to go! It may pierce the breast of your d…

In Nature’s bright blossoms not a… That strange subtle essence more r… Which lies in the hearts of carnat… That unexplained something by men… Though modest the flower, yet grea…

Let me lean hard upon the Eternal… In all earth’s devious ways, I so… And found it not. I will be stron… And lean upon myself. I will not… And importune all heaven with my c…

A rose in my garden, the sweetest… Was hanging her head through the l… And early one morning I saw her t… And heard a low gossiping talk in… The yellow Nasturtium, a spinster…

Nay, Romney, nay—I will not hear… Those words again: “I love you, l… You are profane—blasphemous. I r… You are no actor for so grand a pl… You love with all your heart? We…

She waited in a rose-hued room; A wanton-hearted creature she, But beautiful and bright to see As some great orchid just in bloom… Upon wide cushions stretched at ea…

Immortal life is something to be e… By slow, self-conquest, comradeshi… And patient seeking after higher t… We cannot follow our own wayward w… And feed our baser appetites and g…

‘Twas just a slight flirtation, And where’s the harm, I pray, In that amusing pastime So much in vogue to-day? Her hand was plighted elsewhere

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…

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,