Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grac… Not to the wise, the light. But often faltering feet
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…
Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by!
Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice;
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,
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…
In mirth he mocks the other birds… Catching the lilt of every easy tu… But when the day departs he sings… His own wild song beneath the list…
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…
The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o’er them in the sunset hour Looms, dark and huge, St. Rombold… High in that rugged nest concealed…
LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæu… youngest of the shepherds, Saying, “I will make you keeper o… Golden were the hives, and golden…
Thou who hast made thy dwelling fa… With flowers beneath, above with s… And set thine altars everywhere,— On mountain heights, In woodlands dim with many a dream…
I would not even ask my heart to s… If I could love some other land a… As thee, my country, had I felt t… Of Italy at birth, or learned to… The charm of France, or England’s…
Thou warden of the western gate, a… The fogs of doubt that hid thy fac… Thine eyes at last look far and cl… To spread the light of liberty wor… No more thou dreamest of a peace r…
O wonderful! How liquid clear The molten gold of that ethereal t… Floating and falling through the w… A hermit—hymn poured out for God… 0 holy, holy, holy! Hyaline,
It pleased the Lord of Angels (pr… To hear, one day, report from thos… With pitying sorrow, or exultant j… To tell of earthly tasks in His e… For some were sorry when they saw…