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You remember the hall on the corne… To-night as I walked down street I heard the sound of music, And the rhythmic beat and beat, In time to the pulsing measure
Dying? I am not dying. Are you ma… You think I need to ask for heave… I think you are a fiend, who would… To see me struggle in death’s cold… ‘But, man you lie! for I am stron…
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…
I heard such a curious story Of Santa Claus. Once, so they sa… He set out to find what people wer… Before he took presents their way. ‘This year I will give but to giv…
The father sits in his lonely room… Outside sings a little bird. But the shadows are laden with dea… And the song is all unheard. The father’s heart is the home of…
All love that has not friendship f… Is like a mansion built upon the s… Though brave its walls as any in t… And its tall turrets lift their he… Though skillful and accomplished a…
Falling upon the frozen world last… I heard the slow beat of the Wint… Poor foolish drops, down-dripping… The ice-bound Earth but mocked th… Far better had the fixedness of wh…
There is nothing, I hold, in the… That a human being may not achieve If he does not falter, or shrink,… And more than all, if he will beli… Believe in himself and the power b…
Back of each soldier who fights fo… Aye, back of each woman and man Who toils and prays through these… Is the spirit of Great Joan. For the love she gave, and the lif…
Of a thousand things that the Yea… The busy Old Year who has gone aw… How many will rise in the Spring,… Brought to life by the sun of May… Will the rose-tree branches, so wh…
The impulse of all love is to crea… God was so full of love, in his em… He clasped the empty nothingness o… And low! the solar system! High i… The mighty sun sat, so supreme and…
The world grows green on a thousan… By a thousand willows the bees are… And a million birds by a million r… Sing of the golden season coming. But, gazing out on the sun-kist le…
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…
One who claims that he knows about… Tells me the earth is a vale of si… But I and the bees, and the birds… And think it a world worth living… ———
Saw you the youth, with the face l… Refilling the glass, that foamed w… Heard you the words that fell down… ‘Lift not the glass: it holds sorr… He heeds not nor listens:
