When Stiivoren town was in its pr… And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With costly merchantry. A lady dwelt in that rich town,

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,

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…

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…

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…

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…

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

“Two things,” the wise man said, “… The starry heavens and the moral l… Nay, add another wonder to thy rol… The living marvel of the human sou… Born in the dust and cradled in th…

The other night I had a dream, mo… And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And full of intimate and secret ch… Therefore I will repeat

In a great land, a new land, a lan… and riches and confusion, Where there were many running to a… shouting, and striving together, In the midst of the hurry and the…

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

Heart of France for a hundred yea… Passionate, sensitive, proud, and… Quick to throb with her hopes and… Fierce to flame with her sense of… You, who hailed with a morning son…

Oh, why are you shining so bright,… And why is the garden so gay? Do you know that my days of deligh… Do you know I am going away? If you covered your face with a cl…

If on the closed curtain of my sig… My fancy paints thy portrait far a… I see thee still the same, by nigh… Crossing the crowded street, or mo… 'Mid festal throngs, or reading by…

In the pleasant time of Pentecost… By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler’s winding pa… Or waded the stream at will, And the friendly fertile German l…