SAINT PATRICK, slave to Milc… Of Ballymena, wakened with these… ‘Arise, and flee Out from the land of bondage, and… Glad as a soul in pain, who hears…

Speak and tell us, our Ximena, lo… O’er the camp of the invaders, o’e… Who is losing? who is winning? are… Look abroad, and tell us, sister,… Down the hills of Angostura still…

O storied vale of Merrimac Rejoice through all thy shade and… And from his century’s sleep call… A brave and honored son of thine. Unveil his effigy between

Of all the rides since the birth o… Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius’ Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar’s horse of b… Witch astride of a human back,

One day, along the electric wire His manly word for Freedom sped; We came next morn: that tongue of… Said only, ‘He who spake is dead!… Dead! while his voice was living y…

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy so…

‘BRING out your dead!’ The midn… Heard and gave back the hoarse, lo… Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet… Glanced through the dark the coars… Her coffin and her pall.

A tender child of summers three, Seeking her little bed at night, Paused on the dark stair timidly. ‘Oh, mother! Take my hand,’ said… ‘And then the dark will all be lig…

“All hail!” the bells of Christma… “All hail!” the monks at Christma… The merry monks who kept with chee… The gladdest day of all their year… But still apart, unmoved thereat,

The name the Gallic exile bore, St. Malo! from thy ancient mart, Became upon our Western shore Greenleaf for Feuillevert. A name to hear in soft accord

John Brown of Ossawatomie spake o… 'I will not have to shrive my soul… But let some poor slave-mother who… With her children, from the gallow… John Brown of Ossawatomie, they l…

NOT unto us who did but seek The word that burned within to spe… Not unto us this day belong The triumph and exultant song. Upon us fell in early youth

Blossom and greenness, making all The winter birthday tropical, And the plain Quaker parlors gay, Have gone from bracket, stand, and… We saw them fade, and droop, and f…

Above, below, in sky and sod, In leaf and spar, in star and man, Well might the wise Athenian scan The geometric signs of God, The measured order of His plan.

Long since, a dream of heaven I h… And still the vision haunts me oft… I see the saints in white robes cl… The martyrs with their palms aloft… But hearing still, in middle song,