Said Willie to Tom ‘Let us hie away To the wonderful Island of Endless Pla… It lies off the border of ’No School L… And abounds with pleasures, I understan… There boys go swimming whenever they ple…

When first I looked upon the face of Pa… I shrank repelled, as one shrinks from a… Who stands with dagger poised, as for a… I was in search of Pleasure and of Gain… I turned aside to let him pass: in vain;

You will forget me. The years are so te… They bind up the wounds which we think a… This dream of our youth will fade out as… Fades from the skies when the sun sinks… The cloud of forgetfulness, over and ove…

[In an interview with Lawrence Barrett,… Not to the crowded East, Where, in a well-worn groove, Like the harnessed wheel of a great mach… The trammelled mind must move—

Beside an incubator stood The would-be mother of a brood. With drooping wings and nodding head, These are the clucked-out words she said… ‘O, vile invention of the age,

I saw the farmer, when the day was done, And the proud sun had sought his crimson… And the mild stars came forward one by o… I saw the sturdy farmer, and I said: ‘What have you done to-day,

Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss the purpose of this life, and do not wait for circumstance to mold or change your fate. In your own self lies destiny.

Hollow a grave where the willows wave, And lay him under the grasses, Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from… And murmurs a chant as it passes. Lay the beautiful face and the form of g…

This little toe is tired, This little toe needs rocking, This little toe is sleepy you know, But this little toe keeps talking, This toe big and tall is the mischief of…

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

When night hung low and dew fell damp, There fell athwart the shadows The gleaming watchfires of the camp, Like glow-worms on the meadows. The sentinel his measured beat

They stood at the garden gate. By the lifting of a lid She might have read her fate In a little thing he did. He plucked a beautiful flower,

We will lay our summer away, my friend, So tenderly lay it away. It was bright and sweet to the very end, Like one long, golden day. Nothing sweeter could come to me,

Now who is ready to go with me Off and away to dream town? Oh, such a journey as that will be, All dressed in a snow white gown. No shoe or stocking, they think it shock…

Just a little every day– That’s the way! Seeds in darkness swell and grow, Tiny blades push through the snow; Never any flower of May