I look to Science for the cure of… To patient righting of a thousand… To final healing of a thousand ill… Blind runner now, and cruel egotis… It yet leads on to more than morta…

I called to the summer sun, “Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them t… And kiss the snow-drifts and melt… And the sun came over – a tardy lo…

Who is a Christian in this Christ… Of many churches and of lofty spir… Not he who sits in soft upholstere… Bought by the profits of unholy gr… And looks devotion, while he think…

You will forget me. The years are… They bind up the wounds which we t… This dream of our youth will fade… Fades from the skies when the sun… The cloud of forgetfulness, over a…

A curious vision on mine eyes unfu… In the deep night. I saw, or see… Two Centuries meet, and sit down… Across the great round table of th… One with suggested sorrows in his…

As yon great Sun in his supreme c… Absorbs small worlds and makes the… So does my love absorb each vain a… Each outside purpose which my life… Stars cannot shine so near that va…

We have scores of temperance men, Bold and earnest, brave and true, Fighting with the tongue and pen, And we value what they do. But, my friends,

I will paint you a sign, rumseller… And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard Than ever you had before. I will paint with the skill of a m…

Lightly they hold him and lightly… Soft as a pillow are somebody’s ar… Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly Over the rim of the cradle they la… Baby’s first journey is free from…

Mother says, ‘Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry.… Auntie says, with manner grave, ‘Wife is synonym for slave.’ Father asks, in tones commanding,

Somebody’s baby was buried to-day… The empty white hearse from the gr… And the morning somehow seemed les… As I paused on the sidewalk while… And a shadow seemed drawn o’er the…

Come, cuddle your head on my shoul… Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from h… To the beautiful land of Nod. Away from life’s hurry, and flurry…

Over the ocean of life’s commotion We sail till the night comes on. Sail and sail in a tiny boat, Drifting wherever the billows go. Out on the treacherous sea afloat,

When shall I hear the thrushes si… And see their graceful, round thro… When shall I watch the bluebirds… The straws and twiglets for their… When shall I hear among the trees