Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - It’s off for a sailor thy father w… And it’s here in the harbor, in si… He hath left his wee babe with my…

The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here an… The firelight shadows fluttering g… And as the shadows round me creep,

Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,— My purse is light, my flesh is wea… So banish from my erring heart

When the world is fast asleep, Along the midnight skies— As though it were a wandering clou… The ghostly dream-ship flies. An angel stands at the dream-ship’…

Come, brothers, share the fellowsh… We celebrate to-night; There’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chime…

Play that you are mother dear, And play that papa is your beau; Play that we sit in the corner her… Just as we used to, long ago. Playing so, we lovers two

Speakin’ of dorgs, my bench-legged… Hed most o’ the virtues, an’ nary… Some folks called him Sooner, a n… From his predisposition to chronic… But, rouse his ambition, he couldn…

Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls go… Bearing their packs and crooning a… And this is the song the hill-folk…

Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again; The narrow street through which to…

COBBLER Stork, I am justly wroth, For thou hast wronged me sore; The ash roof-tree that shelters th… Shall shelter thee no more!

When, to despoil my native France… With flaming torch and cruel sword And boisterous drums her foeman co… I curse him and his vandal horde! Yet, what avail accrues to her,

Come hither, lyttel childe, and li… For yonder fares an angell yclad i… And yonder sings ye angell as onel… And his songe ben of a garden that… To them that have no lyttel childe…

Why do you shun me, Chloe, like t… That, fearful of the breezes and t… Has sought her timorous mother sin… And on the pathless mountain tops… Her trembling heart a thousand fea…

My harp is on the willow-tree, Else would I sing, O love, to the… A song of long-ago— Perchance the song that Miriam su… Ere yet Judea’s heart was wrung

Last night, as my dear babe lay de… In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, Or in what wise offended Thee, That Thou should’st take away fro…