Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest—gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where the light of life has fled,

Four things a man must learn to do If he would make his record true: To think without confusion clearly… To love his fellow man sincerely; To act from honest motives purely;

You dare to say with perjured lips… “We fight to make the ocean free”? You, whose black trail of butchere… Bestrews the bed of every sea Where German submarines have wrou…

Across a thousand miles of sea, a… Along a path I had not traced and… I travelled fast and far for this,… A pilgrim knowing not the shrine w… A mariner without a dream of what…

I love the hour that comes, with d… And dewy feet, along the Alpine d… To lead the cattle forth. A thous… Go chiming after her across the fa… And flowery uplands, while the ros…

Jesus, Thou divine Companion, By Thy lowly human birth Thou hast come to join the workers… Burden bearers of the earth. Thou, the Carpenter of Nazareth,

When to the garden of untroubled t… I came of late, and saw the open d… And wished again to enter, and exp… The sweet, wild ways with stainles… And bowers of innocence with beaut…

Peace without Justice is a low es… A coward cringing to an iron Fate… But Peace through Justice is the… We’ll pay the price of war to make…

I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, “Go out,” I said, “and learn the… Come back when you win a prize.” My heart came back again:

Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone; Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again to my own! Wolves of the sea are hiding

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…

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…

Mother of all the high—strung poet… Mother of all the grass that weave… Mother of all the manifold forms o… Silent brooder and nurse of lyrica… Out of thee, yea, surely out of th…

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…

The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and h… Invite the fearless foot to scale Their stairway toward the sky. The restless, deep, dividing sea