I did but dream. I never knew What charms our sternest season wo… Was never yet the sky so blue, Was never earth so white before. Till now I never saw the glow

I HAVE been thinking of the vict… In Naples, dying for the lack of… And sunshine, in their close, damp… Where hope is not, and innocence i… Appeals against the torture and th…

A railway conductor who lost his l… railway, May 9, 1873. CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always… Be said with reverence!) as the sw… Smitten to death, a crushed and ma…

A FREE PARAPHRASE OF… To weary hearts, to mourning homes… God’s meekest Angel gently comes No power has he to banish pain, Or give us back our lost again;

Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed,

The roll of drums and the bugle’s… Vex the air of our vales-no more; The spear is beaten to hooks of pr… The share is the sword the soldier… Sing soft, sing low, our lowland r…

MY old Welsh neighbor over the wa… Crept slowly out in the sun of spr… Pushed from her ears the locks of… And listened to hear the robin sin… Her grandson, playing at marbles,…

We live by Faith; but Faith is no… Of text and legend. Reason’s voic… Nature’s and Duty’s, never are at… What asks our Father of His child… Justice and mercy and humility,

Unnoted as the setting of a star He passed; and sect and party scar… When from their midst a sage and s… To fitter audience, where the grea… In God’s republic of the heart an…

The Khan came from Bokhara town To Hamza, santon of renown. ‘My head is sick, my hands are wea… Thy help, O holy man, I seek.’ In silence marking for a space

NOT without envy Wealth at times… On their brown strength who wield… And scythe, or at the forge-fire s… Or the steel harness of the steeds… All who, by skill and patience, an…

The mercy, O Eternal One! By man unmeasured yet, In joy or grief, in shade or sun, I never will forget. I give the whole, and not a part,

The burly driver at my side, We slowly climbed the hill, Whose summit, in the hot noontide, Seemed rising, rising still. At last, our short noon-shadows bi…

ACCOMPANYING MANUS… 'T is said that in the Holy Land The angels of the place have bless… The pilgrim’s bed of desert sand, Like Jacob’s stone of rest.