#Americans
To kneel before some saintly shrin… To breathe the health of airs divi… Or bathe where sacred rivers flow, The cowled and turbaned pilgrims g… I too, a palmer, take, as they
Father! to Thy suffering poor Strength and grace and faith impar… And with Thy own love restore Comfort to the broken heart! Oh, the failing ones confirm
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…
Over the threshold of his pleasant… Set in green clearings passed the… In simple trust, misdoubting not t… ‘Dear heart of mine!’ he said, ‘th… To trust the Lord for shelter.’ O…
The circle is broken, one seat is… One bud from the tree of our frien… One heart from among us no longer… With joy in our gladness, or grief… Weep! lonely and lowly are slumber…
To the God of all sure mercies le… From the scoffer and the cruel He… Yes, he who cooled the furnace aro… And tamed the Chaldean lions, hat… Last night I saw the sunset melt…
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep… Ridged o’er with many a drifted he… The wind that through the pine-tre… The naked elm-boughs tossed and sw… While, through the window, frosty-…
The blast from Freedom’s Northern… Bears greeting to Virginia from M… No word of haughty challenging, no… Nor steady tread of marching files… No trains of deep-mouthed cannon a…
INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C… Fold her, O Father, in Thine arm… And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and Thee.
TO E. W. I KNOW not, Time and Space so i… Whether, still waiting with a trus… Thou bearest up thy fourscore year… Or, called at last, art now Heave…
LIFT again the stately emblem on… Give to Northern winds the Pine-… Sons of men who sat in council wit… Answering England’s royal missive… Rise again for home and freedom! s…
O Mother State! the winds of Mar… Blew chill o’er Auburn’s Field of… Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch Of sky, thy mourning children trod… And now, with all thy woods in lea…
Somehow not only for Christmas But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing
MASSACHUSETTS BAY, 1760. THE robins sang in the orchard, t… blossoms grew; Little of human sorrow the buds an… knew!
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…