A picture memory brings to me I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again

THE pleasant isle of Rügen looks… To the silver-sanded beaches of th… And in the town of Rambin a littl… Plucked the meadow-flowers togethe… Alike were they in beauty if not i…

I write my name as one, On sands by waves o’errun Or winter’s frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion’s blankness claims

Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still

A BLUSH as of roses Where rose never grew! Great drops on the bunch-grass, But not of the dew! A taint in the sweet air

In the outskirts of the village On the river’s winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One long century hath been numbere…

'Get ye up from the wrath of God’… Ungirded, unsandalled, arise and a… ‘T is the vintage of blood, ’t is… And vengeance shall gather the har… The warning was spoken—the righteo…

One morning of the first sad Fall… Poor Adam and his bride Sat in the shade of Eden’s wall— But on the outer side. She, blushing in her fig-leaf suit

Another hand is beckoning us, Another call is given; And glows once more with Angel-st… The path which reaches Heaven. Our young and gentle friend, whose…

THE Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe… Of the world heavy upon him, enter… The Holy of Holies, saw an awful… With terrible splendor filling all… ‘O Ishmael Ben Elisha!’ said a v…

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;

A beautiful and happy girl, With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of… Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined and flowing hair;

AGAINST the wooded hills it sta… Ghost of a dead home, staring thro… Its broken lights on wasted lands Where old-time harvests grew. Unploughed, unsown, by scythe unsh…

Sunlight upon Judha’s hills! And on the waves of Galilee; On Jordan’s stream, and on the ri… That feed the dead and sleeping se… Most freshly from the green wood s…

GEORGE FULLER Haunted of Beauty, like the marve… Who sang Saint Agnes’ Eve! How p… Her shapes took color in thy homes… How on thy canvas even her dreams…