With memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here’s to you, and here’s to y… With love that ne’er shall wane! And may you keep, at sixty—seven,
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,
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And every breeze that brings to he… The fragrance of the rose.
I think of thee, when golden sunbe… Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moo… I think of thee. I see thy form, when down the dist…
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…
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…
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God… Hearts unfold like flowers before… Melt the clouds of sin and sadness… Giver of immortal gladness, fill u… All Thy works with joy surround T…
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…
I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear… Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable strain. A wintry vapor lightly spreads
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…
The melancholy gift Aurora gained From Jove, that her sad lover sho… The face of death, no goddess aske… My Keats! But when the crimson bl… Thy pillow, thou didst read the fa…
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in… Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morn… Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the go…
Oh, gallantly they fared forth in… America’s crusading host of warrio… They battled for the rights of man… And now they’re coming home to us… Oh, it’s home again, and home agai…
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
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…