Show me the way that leads to the… I do not care what tempests may as… I shall be given courage for the s… I know my strength will not desert… I know that I shall conquer in th…

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…

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,

In every part of the thrifty town, Whether my course be up or down, In lane, and alley, and avenue, Painted in yellow, and red, and bl… This side and that, east and west,

(After James Thomson) As I came through the Valley of… As I came through the valley, onm… More awful that the darkness of th… Shone glimpses of a Past that had…

I will be true. Mad stars forsake… And, led by reckless meteors, turn… From paths appointed by Eternal F… But my fixed heart shall never go… Like those calm worlds, whose sun-…

Beside us in our seeking after ple… Through all our restless striving… Through all our search for worldly… There walketh one whom no man like… Silent he follows, veiled of form…

Do you know where the summer bloom… Where there never is rain on a pic… Where the thornless rose in its be… And little boys never are called f… Then, oh! hey! it is far away–

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…

Toward even when the day leans dow… To kiss the upturned face of night… Out just beyond the loud-voiced to… I know a spot of calm delight. Like crimson arrows from a quiver

Sometimes I feel so passionate a… For spiritual perfection here belo… This vigorous frame, with healthfu… Seems my determined foe, So actively it makes a stern resis…

Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou… Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is n… Let thy faith speak for thee. Swear not to me that nothing can d…

When the soft sweet wind o’ the so… I dwelt in the light of a dark bro… And out where the robin sang his s… We lived and loved, while the days… In the sweet, sweet eves, when the…

Do you want to peep into Bedlam T… Then come with me, when the day sw… Into the cradle, whose rockers rim… Some people call the horizon dim. All the mischief of all the fates

Beside a crib that holds a baby’s… A tattered picture book, a broken… A sleeping mother dreams that she… Her fair-haired cherub boy. Upon the cradle’s side her light t…