Yours is a garden of old—fashioned… Joyous children delight to play th… Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of da… Old—time tunes and young love’s la…

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…

Long had I loved this “Attic shap… Of marble maidens round this urn d… But when your golden voice began t… The empty urn was filled with Chi…

Now in the oak the sap of life is… Tho’ to the bough the rusty leafag… Now on the elm the misty buds are… See how the pine—wood grows alive… Blue—jays fluttering, yodeling and…

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 MOONBEAMS over Arno’s va… When first I heard the nightingal… So passionate, so full of pain, it… I longed to hear a simpler strain,… The laverock sings a bonny lay abo…

“Lights out” along the land, “Lights out” upon the sea. The night must put her hiding hand O’er peaceful towns where children… And peaceful ships that darkly cre…

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…

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,

One sail in sight upon the lonely… And only one, God knows! For neve… But mine broke through the icy gat… These waters, greater grown than a… We left the shores of England. We…

LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæu… youngest of the shepherds, Saying, “I will make you keeper o… Golden were the hives, and golden…

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…

Waking from tender sleep, My neighbour’s little child Put out his baby hand to me, Looked in my face, and smiled. It seemed as if he came

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,