AIR-'O SUSANNAH!’ Ye soldiers in the temperance caus… Our work is but begun. Oh! sit not down in idleness And think the field is won.

Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious… Through these glad New Year days, To catch the countless prayers to… For e’en hard hearts do raise Some secret wish for fame, or gold…

If all the year was summer time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme, Then I would be your wife. If all the days were August days,

I have listened to the sighing of… I have heard it change to crying,… I have seen the money-getters pass… As they went to forge new fetters… Then the voice of Labour thundere…

Let no man pray that he know not s… Let no soul ask to be free from pa… For the gall of to-day is the swee… And the moment’s loss is the lifet… Through want of a thing does its w…

So vast the tide of Love within m… It overflows like some stupendous… The confines of the Present and T… And 'gainst the Past’s high wall… As it would cry “Thou too shalt y…

What a terrible night! Does the N… The Night, with her black veil do… Like an ordained nun, know what li… That awful, motionless, snow-white… The winds seem crazed, and, wildly…

The day will dawn when one of us s… In vain to hear a voice that has g… And morns will fade, noons pale,… While sad eyes watch for feet that… One of us two must sometime face e…

Oh, an ugly thing is an iron rail, Black, with its face to the dust. But it carries a message where win… It crosses the mountains, and catc… While the winds and the sea make s…

Were I man grown, I’d stand With clean heart, soul, and hand, An honor to this land. I would be good and true. I would not

Come to me, Love! Come on the wi… Fly as the ring-dove would fly to… Leave all your cares and your sorr… Leave all the fears of your future… Come! and our skies shall be glad…

Friend of my youth, let us talk of… Of the long lost golden hours. When “Winter” meant only Christma… And “Summer” wreaths of flowers. Life has grown old, and cold, my f…

Not like a daring, bold, aggressiv… Is inspiration, eager to pursue, But rather like a maiden, fond, ye… Who gives herself to him who best… Once she may smile, or thrice, thy…

I set out for the Land of Content… By the gay crowded pleasure-highwa… With laughter, and jesting, I wen… With the mirth-loving throng for a… Then I knew I had wandered astray…

As the funeral train with its hono… On its mournful way went sweeping, While a sorrowful nation bowed its… And the whole world joined in weep… I thought, as I looked on the sol…