What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its gr… All is so quiet; the troubled brea… The wounded spirit, the heart oppr… Here may find the repose it craves…

Three miles extended around the fi… Valleys and mountains and hills, b… Birch woods crowned the summits, b… Flourished the golden corn, and ma… Lakes, full many in number, their…

Once on a time, some centuries ago… In the hot sunshine two Francisca… Wended their weary way, with foots… Back to their convent, whose white… Gleamed on the hillside like a pat…

No hay pajaros en los nidos de ant… Spanish Proverb The sun is bright,—the air is clea… The darting swallows soar and sing… And from the stately elms I hear

I heard a voice, that cried, ‘Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!’ And through the misty air Passed like the mournful cry

When I compare What I have lost with what I have… What I have missed with what atta… Little room do I find for pride. I am aware

Oft I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart wa… As by a magnet, and who are not de… But absent, and their memories ove… With other thoughts and troubles o…

Sweet as the tender fragrance that… When martyred flowers breathe out… Sweet as a song that once consoled… But never will be sung to us again… Is thy remembrance. Now the hour…

Pentecost, day of rejoicing, had c… Gleaming stood in the morning’s sh… Decked with a brazen cock, the fri… Glanced like the tongues of fire,… Clear was the heaven and blue, and…

‘Nunc plaudite!’ the Student crie… When he had finished; 'now applaud… As Roman actors used to say At the conclusion of a play;? And rose, and spread his hands abr…

Have I dreamed? or was it real, What I saw as in a vision, When to marches hymeneal In the land of the Ideal Moved my thought o’er Fields Elys…

I am the God Thor, I am the War God, I am the Thunderer! Here in my Northland, My fastness and fortress,

Still through Egypt’s desert plac… Flows the lordly Nile, From its banks the great stone fac… Gaze with patient smile. Still the pyramids imperious

Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant land and peaceful! Sing the mysteries of Mondamin,

Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. By the bedside, on the stair,