#Pennsylvania
The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line,
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing r… And the spark of life I watched In her face was glowing or fading,…
Wordsworth, thy music like a river… Among the mountains, and thy song… By living springs far up the water… No whirling flood nor parching dro… The crystal current: even on the s…
There are songs for the morning an… For sunrise and sunset, the stars… But who will give praise to the fu… And sing us a song of the glory of… Oh, the high noon, the clear noon,
If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music,
Dear to my heart are the ancestral… Dearer than if they were haunted b… These are the homes that were buil… They are simple enough to be great… I love the old white farmhouses ne…
In robes of Tyrian blue the King… A jewelled collar shone upon his b… A giant ruby glittered in his crow… Lord of rich lands and many a sple… In him the glories of an ancient l…
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before… Praising Thee their sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness…
How blind the toil that burrows li… In winding graveyard pathways unde… For Browning’s lineage! What if m… Poor footmen or rich merchants on… Of his forbears? Did they beget h…
Our college rhymes,—how light they… Like little ghosts of love’s young… That led our boyish hearts away From lectures and from books, to s… By flowery mead and flowing stream…
A little fir grew in the midst of… Contented and happy, as young tree… His body was straight and his boug… And summer and winter the bountifu… Of his needles bedecked him, from…
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your… My deep arrears of debt, And with the putting forth of both… To sweep away the bars my folly se…
The land was broken in despair, The princes quarrelled in the dark… When clear and tranquil, through t… Of selfish minds and wills that di… Your star arose, Jeanne d’Arc.
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bi… The murmuring wind in the poplar—t… Nothing but Nature’s melodies? Nay, thou hearest all her tones,
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and… Where the crested billows plunge a… Long—winged, tireless roamers and…
