Methinks ofttimes my heart is like… That goes forth through the summer… And gathers honey from all growing… In garden plot, or on the clover l… When the long afternoon grows late…

And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet Centennial lays, My muse goes wandering backward,

There’s many a house of grandeur, With turret, tower and dome, That knows not peace or comfort, And does not prove a home. I do not ask for splendor

O man, with your wonderful dower, O woman, with genius and grace, You can teach the whole world with… If you are but worthy the place. The stage is a force and a factor

I saw them sitting in the shade; The long green vines hung over, But could not hide the gold-haired… And Earl, my dark-eyed lover. His arm was clasped so close, so c…

Where have they gone to-the little… With natural manners and natural c… Who love their dollies and like th… And talk of something besides the… Little old women in plenty I find…

If we sit down at set of sun, And count the things that we have… And counting, find One self-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him who he…

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

On the sea of life they floated, Brothers twain in manhood’s pride, And the good ship 'Temperance’ bo… Safely o’er the stormy tide. Not a thought of rock or breaker,

Let the old snow be covered with t… The trampled snow, so soiled, and… Let it be hidden wholly from our v… By pure white flakes, all trackles… When Winter dies, low at the swee…

One leaned on velvet cushions like… To see him pass, the hero of an ho… Whom men called great. She bowed… And smiled, and blushed, and knew… One trailed her tinselled garments…

The Wife The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers, The gardener should come methinks And walk among his bowers,

For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant o… They walked together, heart commun… In that sweet comradeship that so… Her fondest hope, her sorrows and…

A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ag… That we see through a mist of tear… She sat and dreamed, with lips apa… With thoughtful eyes and a beating…