'Neath skies that winter never kne… The air was full of light and balm… And warm and soft the Gulf wind b… Through orange bloom and groves of… A stranger from the frozen North,

THE suns of eighteen centuries ha… Since the Redeemer walked with ma… The fisher’s boat, the cavern’s fl… And mountain moss, a pillow for H… And He, who wandered with the pea…

JUST God! and these are they Who minister at thine altar, God… Men who their hands with prayer an… On Israel’s Ark of light! What! preach, and kidnap men?

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,

‘Let there be light!’ God spake o… And over chaos dark and cold, And through the dead and formless… Of nature, life and order came. Faint was the light at first that…

BEAMS of noon, like burning lanc… As she stands before her lover, wi… Dark, but comely, like the maiden… Scarcely has the toil of task-fiel… He, the strong one and the manly,…

In that black forest, where, when… With a snake’s stillness glides th… Darkly from sunset to the rising s… A cry, as of the pained heart of t… The long, despairing moan of solit…

The clouds, which rise with thunde… Our thirsty souls with rain; The blow most dreaded falls to bre… From off our limbs a chain; And wrongs of man to man but make

‘Encore un hymne, O ma lyre Un hymn pour le Seigneur, Un hymne dans mon delire, Un hymne dans mon bonheur.’ One hymn more, O my lyre!

The Brownie sits in the Scotchman… And eats his meat and drinks his a… And beats the maid with her unused… And the lazy lout with his idle fl… But he sweeps the floor and thresh…

Where Time the measure of his hou… By changeful bud and blossom keeps… And, like a young bride crowned wi… Fair Shiraz in her garden sleeps; Where, to her poet’s turban stone,

ALL night above their rocky bed They saw the stars march slow; The wild Sierra overhead, The desert’s death below. The Indian from his lodge of bark…

When on my day of life the night i… And, in the winds from unsunned sp… I hear far voices out of darkness… My feet to paths unknown, Thou who hast made my home of life…

PRELUDE ALONG the roadside, like the flo… That tawny Incas for their garden… Heavy with sunshine droops the gol… And the red pennons of the cardina…

A HARVEST IDYL. PROEM. I CALL the old time back: I bri… in tender memory of the summer day When, where our native river lapse…