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Leagues north, as fly the gull and… Point Judith watches with eye of… Leagues south, thy beacon flames,… Lonely and wind-shorn, wood-forsak… With never a tree for Spring to w…
O dearest bloom the seasons know, Flowers of the Resurrection blow, Our hope and faith restore; And through the bitterness of deat… And loss and sorrow, breathe a bre…
A STRENGTH Thy service cannot… A faith which doubt can never dim, A heart of love, a lip of fire, O Freedom’s God! be Thou to him! Speak through him words of power a…
Oh, praise an’ tanks! De Lord he… To set de people free; An’ massa tink it day ob doom, An’ we ob jubilee. De Lord dat heap de Red Sea wave…
THE tossing spray of Cocheco’s f… Hardened to ice on its rocky wall, As through Dover town in the chil… Three women passed, at the cart-ta… Bared to the waist, for the north…
In trance and dream of old, God’s… The casting down of thrones. Thou… The hot Sardinian coast-line, haz… Where, fringing round Caprera’s r… With foam, the slow waves gather a…
After the Danish of Christian Wi… Where, over heathen doom-rings and… In its little Christian city stan… In merry mood King Volmer sat, fo… As idle as the Goose of Gold that…
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.
O dwellers in the stately towns, What come ye out to see? This common earth, this common sky… This water flowing free? As gayly as these kalmia flowers
His laurels fresh from song and la… Romance, art, science, rich in all… And young of heart, how dare we sa… We keep his seventieth festival? No sense is here of loss or lack;
WITH a cold and wintry noon-ligh… On its roofs and steeples shed, Shadows weaving with t e sunlight From the gray sky overhead, Broadly, vaguely, all around me, l…
From Institutes of Manu. The soul itself its awful witness… Say not in evil doing, ‘No one se… And so offend the conscious One w… Whose ear can hear the silences of…
ONCE, more, dear friends, you me… A clouded sky: Not yet the sword has found its sh… And on the sweet spring airs the b… Of war floats by.
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…
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