(After James Thomson) As I came through the Valley of… As I came through the valley, onm… More awful that the darkness of th… Shone glimpses of a Past that had…

Sometimes I feel so passionate a… For spiritual perfection here belo… This vigorous frame, with healthfu… Seems my determined foe, So actively it makes a stern resis…

The roses all were pink and red, Before the Bumble Bee, A lover bold, with cloak of gold, Came singing merrily Along the sunlit ways that led

Is the goal distant, and troubled… And the way long? And heavy your load? Then gird up your courage, and say… And keep going.

“All that I ask,” says Love, “is… And gaze, unchided, deep in thy de… For in their depths lies largest… Yet, if perchance one pressure of… Be granted me, then joy I thought…

Now what were the words of Jesus, And what would He pause and say, If we were to meet in home or stre… The Lord of the world to-day? Oh, I think He would pause and sa…

GOOD-BYE to the cradle, the dea… The rude hand of Progress has thr… No more to its motion o’er sleep’s… Our play-weary wayfarers peacefull… No more by the rhythm of slow-movi…

There was a time when I was confi… That God’s stupendous mystery of… Was mine to know. The wonder of i… New ecstasy and glory to the earth… I heard no voice that uttered it a…

All wondering, and eager-eyed, wit… I made my plea to Hostess Life, o… “Pray show me this great house of… But let me wander where I will, a… For many rooms, and curious things…

Last night I knelt low at my lady… One soft, caressing hand played wi… And one I kissed and fondled. Kne… I deemed my meed of happiness comp… She was so fair, so full of witchi…

I’d rather have my verses win A place in common people’s hearts, Who, toiling through the strife an… Of life’s great thoroughfares, and… May read some line my hand has pen…

There is no picturesqueness and no… No halo of romance, in war to-day. It is a hideous thing; Time would… With horror, were he not already h… At sight of this vile monster, fou…

I am serenity. Though passions b… Like mighty billows on my helpless… I know beyond them lies the perfec… Serenity, which patience can impar… And when wild tempests in my bosom…

All through the night time, and al… Dreading the morning and dreading… Nearer and nearer we drift to the… Season of beauty and season of bli… Leaves on the linden, and sun on t…

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…