Out of the midnight, rayless and c… Into the morning’s golden light; Out of the clutches of wrong and r… Into the arms of truth and right; Out of the ways that are ways of s…

I saw a maid with her chivalrous l… He was both tender and true; He kissed her lips, vowing over an… ‘Darling, I worship you.’ Sing, sing, bird of the spring,

Columbia, fair queen in your glory… Columbia, the pride of the earth! We crown you with song– wreath and… We honour the day of your birth! The wrath of a king and his minion…

God gave him passions, splendid as… Meant for the lordliest purposes;… Of nature’s full and fertile mothe… From which new systems and new sta… And now, behold, behold, what he h…

Just as I shape the purport of my… Lord of the Universe, shape Thou… Let each ill thought that in my he… Mould circumstance and bring ill l… Until I weed the garden of my min…

In England, there are wrongs no d… Which should be righted; so men sa… Who seek to weed earth’s garden ou… And give the roses right of way; Yes, right of way, to fruit and ro…

Once over the ocean in distant lan… In an age long past, were two host… Two armies of men, both brave, bot… And their hearts beat high as they… To fight the battle of right and w…

Be careful what rubbish you toss i… On outgoing billows it drifts from… But back on the incoming waves it… And land at your threshold again b… Be careful what rubbish you toss i…

There is no chance, no destiny, no… Can circumvent or hinder or contro… The firm resolve of a determined s… Gifts count for nothing; will alon… All things give way before it, soo…

When thy hand touches mine, throug… Of intricate and interlacèd veins Shoot swift delights that border o… Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh. When in thine eager eyes I look t…

The stork flew over a town one day… And back of each wing an infant la… One to a rich man’s home he brough… And one he left at a labourer’s co… The rich man said, ‘My son shall…

I think that the bitterest sorrow… Of love unrequited, or cold death’… Is sweet compared to that hour whe… That some grand passion is on the… When we see that the glory and glo…

All the aim of life is just Getting back to God. Spirit casting off its dust, Getting back to God. Every grief we have to bear

Some day, when the golden glory Of June is over the earth, And the birds are singing together In a wild, mad strain of mirth; When the skies are as clear and cl…