They pass me by like shadows, crow… Dim ghosts of men that hover to an… Hugging their bodies round them, l… Wherein their souls were buried lo… They trampled on their youth, and…

God! do not let my loved one die, But rather wait until the time That I am grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime, Then take me, I will gladly go,

The rich man’s son inherits lands, And piles of brick and stone, and… And he inherits soft white hands, And tender flesh that fears the co… Nor dares to wear a garment old;

FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOO… ‘What means this glory round our f… The Magi mused, ‘more bright than… And voices chanted clear and sweet… ‘To-day the Prince of Peace is bo…

There never yet was flower fair in… Let classic poets rhyme it as they… The seasons toil that it may blow… And summer’s heart doth feel its e… Nor is a true soul ever born for n…

When a deed is done for Freedom,… Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, tr… And the slave, where’er he cowers,… To the awful verge of manhood, as… Of the century bursts full-blossom…

The old Chief, feeling now wellni… Called his two eldest children to… And gave them, in few words, his p… ‘My son and daughter, me ye see no… The happy hunting-grounds await me…

Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? If ye do not feel the chain,

Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe, One Sundy mornin’ 'greed to go Agunnin’ soon 'z the bells wuz don… And meetin’ finally begun, So’st no one wouldn’t be about

O dwellers in the valley-land, Who in deep twilight grope and cow… Till the slow mountain’s dial-hand Shorten to noon’s triumphal hour, While ye sit idle, do ye think

In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea, ‘Take this rose,’ he sighed, 'and… Where there’s none that loveth me. On the rock the billow bursteth

THOUGH old the thought and oft… ’Tis his at last who says it best, I’ll try my fortune with the rest. Life is a leaf of paper white Whereon each one of us may write

Gone, gone from us! and shall we s… Those sibyl-leaves of destiny, Those calm eyes, nevermore? Those deep, dark eyes so warm and… Wherein the fortunes of the man

I went to seek for Christ, And Nature seemed so fair That first the woods and fields my… And I was sure to find him there: The temple I forsook,

Into the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night! Into the moonlight,