#Pennsylvania
Ah, who will tell me, in these lea… Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, —the dear des… Of every heart that longs For bloom, and fragrance, and the…
God said, “I am tired of kings,”— But that was a long while ago! And meantime man said, “No,— I like their looks in their robes… So he crowned a few more,
PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of tha… When, pierced with pain and bitter… She knew her Love and saw her Lor… Then breathed her wonder and her w…
If Might made Right, life were a… If Right made Might, this were th… But now, until we win the long cam… Right must gain Might to conquer…
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…
What hast thou done, O womanhood… Mother and daughter, sister, sweet… What hast thou done, amid this fat… To prove the pride of thine inheri… In this fair land of freedom and r…
I —STARLIGHT With two bright eyes, my star, my… Thou lookest on the stars above: Ah, would that I the heaven might… With a million eyes to look on the…
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…
I read within a poet’s book A word that starred the page: “Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage!” Yes, that is true; and something m…
They tell me thou art rich, my cou… In glittering flood has poured int… Thy flocks and herds increase, thy… With harvest, and thy stores can h… Their merchandise; unending trains…
IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain—height, Uplifted in the loneliness of ligh… Beyond the realm of shadows,—fine,
The glory of ships is an old, old… since the days when the sea—rovers… In their open boats through the ro… and the spread of the world began; The glory of ships is a light on t…
O garden isle, beloved by Sun and… Whose bluest billows kiss thy curv… Whose amorous light enfolds thee i… That fill with fruit each dark—lea… What hidden hatred hath the Earth…
“Do you give thanks for this? —or… No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, calculating way, wit… As one, two, three, and four, —tha…
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,
