#AmericanWriters
'GREAT peace in Europe! Order r… From Tiber’s hills to Danube’s pl… So say her kings and priests; so s… The lying prophets of our day. Go lay to earth a listening ear;
How strange to greet, this frosty… In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, bor… Of sunshine and of showers! How well the conscious wood retain…
So fallen! so lost! the light with… Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore! Revile him not, the Tempter hath
The Eagle, stooping from yon snow… For the wild hunter and the Bison… In the changed world below; and fi… Their graven semblance in the eter…
FRIENDof the Slave, and yet the… Lover of peace, yet ever foremost… The need of battling Freedom call… To plant the banner on the outer w… Gentle and kindly, ever at distres…
KLOSTER KEDAR, EPHRA… SISTER MARIA CHRISTINA s… Wake, sisters, wake! the day-star… Above Ephrata’s eastern pines The dawn is breaking, cool and cal…
Out and in the river is winding The links of its long, red chain, Through belts of dusky pine-land And gusty leagues of plain. Only, at times, a smoke-wreath
The firmament breaks up. In black… Light after light goes out. One e… Luridly glaring through the smoke… As in the dream of the Apocalypse… Drags others down. Let us not wea…
As o’er his furrowed fields which… Beneath a coldly dropping sky, Yet chill with winter’s melted sno… The husbandman goes forth to sow, Thus, Freedom, on the bitter blas…
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…
O Friends! with whom my feet have… The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear. I trace your lines of argument;
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…
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.
Friend of my many years! When the great silence falls, at l… Let me not leave, to pain and sadd… A memory of tears, But pleasant thoughts alone.
Our fathers’ God! from out whose… The centuries fall like grains of… We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done,