#Pennsylvania
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war’s alarms. Hark, a sudden trumpet calling
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…
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…
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…
Knight—errant of the Never—ending… And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled… For ever tuning thy frail earthly… To some unearthly music, and posse… With painful passionate longing to…
A mocking question! Britain’s ans… Swift as the light and searching a… “Yes, for a scrap of paper we will… Till our last breath, and God def… ”A scrap of paper where a name is…
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…
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…
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,
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…
A flawless cup: how delicate and f… The flowing curve of every jewelle… Look, turn it up or down, 't is pe… But holds no drop of life’s heart—…
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…
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…
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…
Give us a name to fill the mind With the shining thoughts that lea… The glory of learning, the joy of… A name that tells of a splendid pa… In the long, long toil and the str…
